No Man Left Behind [OPEN to Mandalorians]

[Jiang Winters]

[OOC: Again, this thread is OPEN to Mandalorians. If you aren't a Mando or Kushari, don't ask to get in. Thanks.]

The declaration from the Empire had been expected. Military analysts had projected that the fight would be taken to the Mandalorians long before any real fighting took place in GA territory, but nobody had expected it to hit so soon or so hard. The whole of the Mandalorian people had been given a week to evacuate - very little time. Very little indeed.

Likewise, it had taken only a short few minutes of deliberation for the Kushari Federation to decide what course to take. Honor-bound to support their comrades within the Mandalorians, they were quick to open their homes to any in need of a place to rest their head. Under the direction of a Saber, 1st Lieutenant Keller-Sjet, a Kushari carrier group was dispatched to Obroa-Skai to assist in the evacuation of civilians and important equipment, and the elimination of anything of value that couldn't be cut loose or whisked away in due time.

The group was small; a mish-mash of 'Seventh Column' patrol corvettes, 'Quicksilver' EW frigates, a few 'Archer' heavy destroyers, two 'K'sha'to' heavy cruisers, and the foundry ship Agaememnon. A little over a dozen ships in total, not counting their fighter and bomber escorts. In tow behind the carrier group was a vast armada of transports, of every shape, size, and color imaginable. A 'gift' from the Federal merchant fleet - enough transports to uproot and move countless millions of tons of material. Many more were coming; Kushari trade had been suspended due to a military emergency, with trade vessels being towed en-masse towards Mandalorian worlds to aid with the evacuation.

Upon arriving, the Agaememnon and a handful of the larger civilian transports disgorged a proverbial swarm of 65-meter Scarab salvage ships, AD44 Thunderbird Assault Dropships laden with combat engineers, and 90-meter B18 Saber strategic bombers, whose bomb bays carried hundreds of tons worth of engineering equipment, demolition charges, and bunker busters.

The flotilla of engineering vessels and strikecraft broadcast their presence and intent to Obroa-Skai's flight control, scattered apart into several dozen groups and made their way towards strategic points across the planet's surface. The group under 1st Lieutenant Keller's command proceeded towards the Institute of Archaeology. It was the site where Keller first met a Mandalorian, one Corden Vencu. It seemed fitting that it be the site of his second visit to Mandalorian space.

As Keller's Saber touched down on the tarmac, he keyed his hardsuit's comms and broadcast to the Kushari combat engineers accompanying his group of ships. "Remember Marines, the Mandalorians are our kadir now. Their officers and veterans are to be given the same respect and honor you'd give any superior in our military. Now get to it - get your shit offloaded, ready up, and get to work. Remember, orders from the top are to tear everything up. Data archives, industrial equipment; anything useful and easily portable we seize and take to the transports. Anything we can't rip up inside of half an hour, we'll download the data from and blast with a demo charge. Scorched earth, gentlemen - if you could use it to fight, you tear it up or you blow it up."

The other teams had been given similar orders. The Kushari combat engineers were tasked with tearing up research institutes and major archives across Obroa-Skai and transporting them to a safe zone. Infrastructure would be targeted next, with planetary manufacturing and power generation being demolished or uprooted entirely. Planetary defenses would be rigged for demolition, bunkers demolished, tunnels buried; if the Sith could use it, it would be denied to them. They couldn't get everything, but they could do a real number on the place with a few hundred tons of demo charges and a week's time.

Civilian evacuation was also top priority; Kushari transports would be touching down at municipal starports throughout the system inside the hour, ready to take on the countless thousands of citizens who called Obroa-Skai home. They, like the data and resources scavenged, would be ferried to safety.

Keller and the 40 or so engineers aboard the Saber disembarked to find that the Institute was already being torn up; every scholar and custodian was busy packing up and carting off anything and everything they could. It was as much a relief as a reminder of what was coming - the Sith would leave nothing standing, and places of learning would either be flattened outright, or stripped of all useful knowledge and then burnt to the ground.

The hydrualic whine and metallic thumping of engineering mechs filled the air, as did the grinding tracks and roaring engines of bulldozers and combat engineering rigs. Vehicles poured out of the AD44 dropships and the salvage vessels; Keller looked on, ears flattening against his skull as he watched the army of engineers descend upon the academy.

"So much for staying outta the war," he chuckled ruefully, before sealing his helmet in place and heading towards the academy. He'd be setting up a command post for all groundside Kushari operations - Mandalorian military personnel would be able to report there for transport to military facilities in Qas'el'ok, the Kushari home system. There they'd be able to resupply, stock up, and get transport to whatever locale Mandalore decided to set up shop in.

The feline sighed and tugged his helmet on. "This is gonna be a long day."

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Upon those that jumped to duty immediately was General Mitya Ivanovna. Among the fleet, the BigBlue had made a rare appearance to aid in the move and distribution of the mandalorian homeworlds to wherever they needed to be. Mitya had the ship drop out of random space just minutes ago as she stood upon the bridge- watching.
It was bad news for the Mandalorians today, and she knew that it would be her duty to help in the evacuation. It was a sad thing to behold- the exodus of a people.

Her feet tapped across the floor of the bridge within her boots, her hands behind her back. The babyblue was within the port hangar, and awaiting the general to trek to the surface...

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Mitya exited the freighter, heading towards the academy. The stone steps were grande, and as she marched upwards passing through military personnel, she embraced the instance and kept it as a memory. "One day we will own these steps once more.", she whispered to herself beneath her breath. It wasn't a pathetic wish, no it was a promise. She began to reach the top of the steps before turning around and beholding the mass of troops that congregated before her, making there way inside for registration. Turning back around, she entered the main hall of the academy.

There was the officer that she had been given orders to meet... Keller.
She approached the Kushari, the man looming over her with his helmet. The Kushari seemed like a frightening bunch- yet... She'd seen this man before. Where exactly, she couldn't recall. Perhaps he would recollect her as well. "Keller...", she started. "General Mitya Ivanovna of the mandalorian army, reporting, sir.", she said, saluting the Kushari.
Mitya had to wonder for a moment- the Kushari homeworld was known as a secret, and even worse, she had the BigBlue with her. She was ready to hand over the cruiser if need be, however she was still fairly concerned considering the research and factory levels of the ship.


((sorry for the short post. haven't had much sleep, and there wasn't much I could really do))

 

[Jiang Winters]

"General?"

Keller chuckled and returned Mitya's salute. "By all rights, ma'am, I should be saluting you. I'm First Lieutenant Keller-Sjet, of the Federation Marine Corps." He deliberately left out his status as a Saber - she didn't need to know of his talent with the force, and besides that, she wouldn't understand what importance the position held. Best to keep it simple.

After saluting her, the feline turned on his heel and gestured for her to follow him up into the Academy. He planned to set up shop in one of the lecture halls. "The engies are already workin' on tearin' apart this place. We'll try to have all the data stores lifted by nightfall. After that we're gonna work 'round the clock to take down industry and infrastructure. Eight demolition teams are already working to rig every non-salvagable reactor on this world to blow sky-high at the touch of a button. Whether or not we detonate isn't my call, though. That decision is Mandalore's."

He paused and glanced back at her, faceplate glistening in the afternoon light. "But I'm guessing you're not here for a status report, ma'am. What can I do for you?"

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Mitya stopped for a moment, noticing now that salute- that voice... She halted as he turned towards her, giving her the sitrep. She wasn't sure exactly where from, but-
Then it hit her! Years ago, within the Jedi temple on Coruscant, she had been assigned a mission with the Kushari, back whenever she was well.... More ignorant. "I know you- ... You probably don't remember me. I'm- well. I was assigned on a mission with years back. I was the Jedi knight that was assigned to aid you and your people. I was known then by Knight Ivanovna.", she began, then pausing for a moment to see if he had remembered her.
"Well, I guess that doesn't matter right now though, huh?", she started off with a smile beneath her helmet. "Well honestly, Lieutenant. I need to know what my clearance is regarding the evacuation, see, I have my cruiser in orbit- I needed to know if I was required to give my ship into Kushari tow-ships to be transported to the Kushari homeworld... Other then that, Lieutenant, I'm curious to know what exactly could be done around here. You know more then me, so I'll leave it up to you whether or not you need my men and where you need them."

 

[Jiang Winters]

Keller, as it turned out, didn't quite remember Mitya. She seemed very similar to one of the Jedi he'd met during a mission to Kushaa'vo, but he couldn't quite place her. Maybe she was the one who'd backed out? He wasn't quite sure - at any rate, it certainly wasn't years ago! He pushed that thought out of mind and replied, "Aye, ma'am. All vessels heading to Kushaa'vo have to be towed by a Federation warship. I'll ask the Agaememnon to serve as your tug; gods know she has enough engine power to damned near haul a moon."

He pulled up a display in his helmet's HUD, and looked over a list of data regarding the evacuation. "S'far as clearance goes, my orders are clear. Nobody receives the co-ords for the homeworld, 'cept for whoever's been cleared on the Mandalorian high command. I don't even know who's cleared and who isn't. Aside from that, I can tell you that we're gearing up to move civvies en-masse. Kashir protocol - a series of random blind jumps, then a final jump. We won't take the same route twice, and some... Quirks about Qas'el'ok will render tracking beacons useless once you get close. It'll make it absolutely impossible for imp listening posts to track our movements. Now, as for your men."

Keller gestured over his shoulder towards the engineering vehicles lumbering down the street, towards the campus' power generation and distribution plant. "If you can give me a thousand men or a couple thousand 'bots, it'll chop this work in half. I need extra hands to help yank up power generators and move data, and I need at least four more demo teams to expedite the destruction of the city's defenses. Scorched earth, ma'am - nothing left standing. Not even a toilet left for those imp bastards to use when they roll in."

 

[Ender]

Commander Marren, of the detatchment of Mandalorians under General Ivanovna, as sprinting between units. "You there!" she barked at a trio of Mandalorians playing with a dog. "Get your arses in gear! We have two cases of explosives that need to be set in place at the relay station, get on it!" the trio of Mandalorians hustled off on their assigned tasks as Commander Marren made for the Kushari Headquarters. Her mind was abuzz with various thoughts, trying to find blame for the loss of the outlying planets. Half way to the Command Post, it occured to Dani that no matter who was in command, this would have happened. The Sith were ambitious like that.

Arriving at the CP, she saw the General with the Commander of the Kushari troops that were planetside. She snapped off a salute to the General and her back went rigid. "General, Commander Marren reporting." she said, respectfully.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Mitya had to think for a minute about how much effort was really being put into keeping the coordinates to the Kushari home planet under lock and key- it was horrific. It was a good thing though, and even better, the BigBlue would be towed behind the Kushari flagship. Mitya pulled up the comm call Hud within her helmet and was about to call down a few troops from the BigBlue by shuttle whenever Commander Marren had approached her. She srood there for a moment. "At ease, Commander.", she started. "Let's see- Why don't we get the entire Blue Sky Noise battalion in on helping out Lieutenant Keller's troops right here. I know you have at least four demo squads under your belt, Marren. Why don't you get those guys wherever Keller needs them, then you and I will organize some civvie transports."

 

[Jiang Winters]

"If you could spare 'em, Commander Marren, I'd be much obliged if you can send your boys to start setting demolition charges on the planet's emplaced power generators. We need controlled blasts - cutting charges to sever power lines, and shaped charges to punch holes in containment walls and magnetic field generators. We'll take the reactors off-line before we blast 'em. This world - a lot of people call it home. I'd like for them to have a home to come back to once we've won this fight. Controlled demolition can be repaired with time, but if we detonate the reactors while they're running... Well, let's just say that I don't even want to be in planetary orbit if that happens."

Keller removed his helm after speaking, and clipped it to his hip. The feline ran a paw through his headfur and slicked back his mane, binding it into a neat, short ponytail using a strip of leather he kept handy for such an occasion. The officer's hands fell to his hips afterwards, and he continued to speak.

"General - if I could trouble you for the assistance, the men in the archives need to be pointed at data of value. Anything that needs to be hard-copied and moved ASAP. Things like ship schematics, astronavigation charts; even historical data needs to go. If you could use it tactically or strategically, it has to be removed. If you could supervise the efforts and make sure the important stuff gets copied, I'd be much obliged. Anything we leave behind is getting hit with a tactical fusion device. The whole institute will go sky-high in a white-hot fireball. Like I said before - scorched earth. I don't like it, not when it involves a place of learning, but if it keeps the Sith from tracking Mandalorian holdings..."

He let his voice trail off. The Kushari were a race that valued knowledge and learning. Destroying any institute of learning was sickening to Keller, but the alternative was far, far worse, and he clearly knew that. Moreover, he was a soldier - he had his orders, and he would follow them to the letter.

"As for the civvies, we've got overflow transports making their way to municipal starports now. Whatever Mando ships can't handle, we'll take. Same goes for military personnel - any Mandalorian who wants to hitch a ride to Qas'el'ok can do so from this institute. Considering the alternative is a foxhole scratched out of some POS world in the ass-end of GA space, I'd heartily suggest a warm bed and meal line in a Kushari base. You're our kadir now - our brothers, our family. Our homeland is open to you."

Keller offered up a small but genuine smile. His words weren't given lightly - the Kushari had promised to fight for and protect the Mandalorians, and his people were not keen on making a promise they couldn't keep. They'd happily house the Mandalorians, of that they could be certain.

 

[Statler89]

Corporal Melyc'inya continued to tear along the surface of the a K'sha'to' heavy cruiser with the rest of the Black Kinghts his fighter Wing from the Endless Dawn in tight formation behind him. "Open the formation and split into individual flights. We don't want to be in a large group when the Sith decide to attack us with out no warning what so ever"He continued to follow the forms of the huge ship. On his scanners he saw each squadron break into flights, but remain in general formation.I hope Captain Par'jila understand way I left the Endless Dawn on a short notice,and me taking Black Knights with me I hope he soon follows my initiative to protect our people.Mandalore is my home and I'm going to protect it by all means Melyc'inya thought as he opens his comms again but this time on command frequencies

"This is Corporal Melyc'inya the commanding officer of 2nd Wing Black Knights from Endless Dawn..I'm here to help with cover the evacuations,what are my orders and for my pilots."

 

[Veritas et Lux]

((this is an open thread to all mandos, meaning don't be shy- seems Jiang, evil giraffe, and I are taking the initiative as leaders of this thread right now. If you want to make an entrance, it'd be fine to have them come straight to the academy >.> )

 

[Bad Wolf]

((I would have posted sooner but work and real life got in the way))

The Endless Dawn jumped into system, and Captain Par'jila opened a Holo transmission to all of the Mandalorian System, he stood there in his dress uniform waiting for the go ahead from his Comm officer, when he turned and Nodded par'jila spoke addressing all of Mandalore.

“We Mando’ade are said to be descended from Mandalore the 1st himself,
Taught never to surrender, never to retreat, taught that death on the battlefield in service to Mandalore is the greatest glory a warrior can Achieve in his life. The Empire has declared war on us but we are a free people people, just remember Freedom isn't free at all, that it comes with the highest of costs. The cost of blood. And, of course, Mando’ade have their reputation to consider. You ask yourselves what we are going to do, I will tell you We do what we were trained to do, what we were bred to do, what we were born to do!

There is a planet on the far side of the Galaxy a world known as Fenris, it is a cold harsh world, but a colony will be established there, we are Mando’ade we can survive the harshest environments around
Many of you will leave on transports, carriers and cruisers, go and survive, we will hold the line.

The enemy outnumber us a paltry ten to one, good odds for any Mando’ade. This day we rescue a galaxy from mysticism and tyranny and usher in a future brighter than anything we can imagine.

This is a Volunteer only Mission, there is a line down the middle of the walk way, those of you who will stand and fight stand on the right of this line, those of you who do not wish to fight, that includes civillians, and children, we will survive, we will continue.

Remember one thing in the days to come, Remember us, Remember why we died, Go tell the Mando’ade passerby, that here by mando’ade law, we lie.
The Galaxy will know that free men stood against a Tyrant that few stood against many and by the end of this battle even a Dark Lord can bleed!

Give them nothing! But take from them everything! This is MANDALORE!"


Par'jila slammed his fist down on the podium he was leaning against, his XO was there to assist him should he need it, he waved her off.

"Make your Decision, stand with me and my fleet or travel across the galaxy to Fenris and make a new home, nobody will think poorly of you should you choose to leave, as I stated previously this is a volunteer only mission no man or women is being pressed into service, but we will hold the line!"

 

[Statler89]

Flying over one of many corvettes in Captain Par'jila's Fleet and heading for a pass near The Bismark soon after she jumped into system.Corporal Melyc'inya listen to every word that his Captain said on Holo transmission,grant it was a small version that popped up in front of him.While he pilot his fighter around a turbolaser on the Bismark,before he open his comms.

"Captain Par'jila, Corporal Melyc'inya here your commander for 2nd Wing Black Knight I have to say on the be half of the this Wing.It was a honor to serve with you,sir." Melyc'inya replied even thought the very last words ways something that his captain didnt want to hear,but he had to say it.There is a fine line where you must stand and fight to defend your people or retreat when the last transport are under way.So you can live and fight another day.

 

[Bad Wolf]

"It is an Honor to die with you corporal, you promise me, do not be a hero, if the last ship has evacuated and we are still fighting you join those ships, they will need your squadron, we will not go quietly into the night, we will not pass into the after life without a fight, we will not lay down and let them take us, for the Mando'ade, for our people we do this, defend our people, and remember today is a good day for someone else to die!"

The image of the captain saluted his corporal before singing off, and opening a separate line to the General, saluting as he popped onto her holo receiver.

"General Ityanova, I am Captain Par'jila Verde Brevin, I believe you know my niece, her cruiser has been dispatched out to secure planet Roon adn planet Fenris for your arrivals, I regret to inform you she will not be joining you for the evacuation procedure but the Rangers are doing what they can to secure a place for you and the rest, we will stay here and secure the way out, I am transferring command of the Bismark to you Ma'am please take care of her."

 

[Loco]

Akil settled into the co pilots seat next to his wife as the brilliant blue-white glow of hyperspace enveloped them. It was a relatively short jump to Obroa-Skai, but to Akil it felt like it was taking ages already. As much as he knew better than to become attached to material possessions, he had just uprooted his family and abandoned their home. Alimah was silent in the seat next to him. The ambassador peered over to his shoulder to wear Aeden sat, swinging his legs back and forth off his seat, turning the blade Damri had given him over and over in his hands.

"What are you going to do?" Alimah finally broke the silence in basic. Aeden only spoke Mando'a. Akil took a long pause before replying. What was he going to do? His Mando'ade instincts said to fight, but he knew it was not a fight they would win. Not yet. The plans he had been discussing with their leaders was now null and void. If not for quick action on behalf of a few, his brother included, they'd still be sitting about arguing.

"I don't really know, love." Akil finally admitted. "I have an obligation to help our people..."

"You have other obligations too." his wife said quietly, her visor fixated forward, staring at nothing in particular on the control panel. He knew what she meant. He chanced a look back at Aeden, who was watching them intently. The boy was not stupid- he knew that when his parents spoke basic, it was because it was something he wasn't supposed to hear. Akil looked back at his wife.

"I have to do what is best, Alimah. What I think is right. Not just for you and Aeden. I have to do what is right for everyone"

Silence ensued.

"It's all I can do." Akil said, mostly without conviction, minutes later. Alimahs visor turned towards him with a jerk. She reached up and removed her helmet, dropping it onto the control panel. The woman reached out and set her hands on either side of his helm. She planted a kiss squarely in the center of his visor, though he could see all too well the pain in her features, even as she tried to suppress the feelings.

"I know it is, Akil." Her eyes turned from pain to a cold, burning rage in an instant. Despite her smallish frame and gentle demeanor, Alimahs skills were equal to those of any of the Atin'als. She was a fighter, and she had a cub to fight for. "We'll kill them for this." It was not a question.

Akil lifted his helmet from his head, and leaned deeply into a passionate kiss with his wife. It lasted a good while. They parted slowly, and Akil brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. Alimah rested her head on his shoulder. The mando'ade fathers gaze drifted to Aeden, who had grown bored with his parents displays of affection, and was playing quietly with his new sword. He whispered quietly into his wifes ear, his gaze steady on his son.


"Gar serim, ner cyar'ika. Mhi pirunir sur'haaise al."

"You are right, my darling. We will kill them all."

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The computerized voice droned monotonously, alerting the ships occupants that they were approaching the Obroa-Skai system. Akil sat up and prepared them for the drop out of hyperspace. He checked to make sure Aeden, who was sound asleep, was buckled in. Alimah was the better pilot, and prepped to take manual control of the ship. The glowing tunnel of light began to dissolve around them, and as the last bits of light faded away, they dropped into the depths of controlled chaos. The system was filled with the same bustle and crowding of ships as Mandalore had been when they left. An entire fleet of Kushari lending their help to the sizable array of Mando'ade ships. Akil surveyed it all- his people were coming together on a scale that hadn't been seen in many centuries. The sight of it filled him with grim pride. He switched to the encrypted Mando'ade military channel.

"Ibic Ambassador Atin'al. I need clearance to land on a cruiser, to begin assisting in organizing the evacuation efforts. Who is here?"

 

[Bad Wolf]

Jenna was on the Kitty Hawk in the mandalore system when the communication came over the military channel, the Ambassador was in system.

"Open a channel to that ship. This is Captain Wolf of the Kitty Hawk, you are cleared for landing in Hangar bay 1."

She headed down towards the hangar she was in her dress uniform and had already torn down her training course, she was going to be making the Jump to Fenris to establish the new Ranger HQ and training camp, but others needed to evac and her battle cruiser had more then sufficient space to house refugees and equipment.

 

[Lupe]

Lucius stood by Mitya. He was looking for Jenna but he heard that she wasn't here so he went to Mitya. "Sorry I'm Late, General Ityanova" he said simply. "Awaiting orders, General." he added standing at attention. He was confused he wasn't completly briefed, he had just arrived from a misson. But he was ready to recieve orders.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Suddenly, before her arrived- Lucius, such a surprise. He seemed eager to help under her control, and better yet, able. He greete her with respect as well, which showed her signs of great progress since his training. "At ease, soldier, you wait here while I take care of some of the archive busniess. I'll be back in twenty minutes, so go do what you can- use the bathroom, find someone to help, something- but when I call you, I'll need you.

Mitya continued to radio the BigBlue, the comm hud reappearing within her helmet. "Admiral, this is General Ivanovna- Let's see what you can do about contacting the other troops. Send the word out, I wan a rendez-vous in about thirty minutes."

"Roger, roger General."

Immediately upon closing the communications link, another communications link was opened. Par'Jilla Brevin had radioed her.
"Yes, sir, your ship is safe within my hands- Don't worry, just have her pulled up beside the BigBlue and she will be towed along to the Kushari Homeworld as well. Good luck, sir, I give you much honor.", Mitya saluted before closing out that communications screen as well.

With that, Mitya exited the hud once more, returning her gaze to Keller. She needed to help sort out the valuables among these archives, and so she would, but she wasn't going to be without question either- that's for sure. She needed troops to destroy and disable the Beskar mines on the surface before the planet was lost to them. Scorched earth- allow them no asset, that included the beskar. She motioned Keller her way as she led him towards the archives room. Her boots made hard thuds as she walked along the marble floor, and looked up to behold the beauty of the academy once more, taking in around her the pillars and paintings. The doors unlocked and mechanically opened as Mitya swiped her credentials across the terminal, and within lay a darkened room lit by terminals and archives that glowed bright yellows and blues.

"Alright, Keller- let's see. I'll have your guys start off within the history archives, heh. Good thing we're organized about this stuff or else this job would be a lot harder. We'll keep any history that we can spanning back until the Mandalorian Wars, after that will probably become junk and overhaul anyways...
We'll make our way left to right going from history, civvie records and census, public education, and the planetary grid; anything between those can be thrown out. Military and corporate records have already been copied and destroyed, and besides, we can't get them from this academy anyways, but one thing I do need though, is out of the planetary grid archives. I need to locate every beskar mine there is- If we're to deny them of everything, then simply destroying the mines will be enough so long as we don't leave any knowledge behind."

Mitya continued to help Keller and the bunch sort through the archives, making their way to the planetary grid archives.

 

[Phil]

Roxton had been planet side, already hard at work to ensure every person was to be evacuated. They packed what they needed or what could not be replaced and marched on. Those that stayed were helping others leave, among them was Roxton's own brother who was only a year or so younger then the Prime himself. When they were both confident that they hard the current residential area clear, they both went towards the academy where many other Mandalorians were, no doubt planning further into this and overseeing the evacuation. As they approached, Roxton turned toward his brother, who was covered in his own Mandalorian armor where only his yellow skinned head was revealed that identified him as a Twi'lek.

"You sure you got all this covered, Bro?" Roxton asked through his helmet's speaker.

"Please, Roxton, You know I do. You got your own job to do, we can handle this." His brother replied.

"Alright... but when we're almost done, I want you and our parents on that ship and out of this sector." Roxton spoke, almost like an order. "We clear, Tamoh?"

"Clear, Sir."

The two looked at each other for a moment, then clasped their hands together one last time. They released and both went their own ways as Roxton proceeded to the Academy before he was to leave and attend his own business as Mandalore. For now, as acting Prime, he needed to get down to business and see what else was needed. Already their Kushari allies were hard at work, and their generosity would not go unnoticed. He spotted General and marched over to her.

"General Ivanovna, I need a status report on the evacuation."

 

[Jiang Winters]

"This is CCV Agaememnon to all Mandalorian vessels bound for Kushari space. We'll be making our first jump in 30 minutes, starting now. All vessels in need of a tow are to home in on our co-ordinates, cut their engines, and prepare to be tethered. All light vessels are cleared to land in all open docking bays. Firehawk interceptors are standing by to guide you in."

The Kushari carrier and her cruiser escorts began to spool up their hyperdrives in preparation for the first jump of the day. Filled transports chugged back to the group to snag a tow back to Kushaa'vo, where they'd deliver their passengers to STF Sarvosch, a Marine Corps base on Kushaa'vo's moon, Aegis.

Keller, meanwhile, followed the General. Several Marine sergeants did the same, paying close attention to her orders; when she was finished, they broke off to carry out their assigned orders. Mandalore approached just as the sergeants disappeared, and Keller acknowledged him with a short nod. He stayed his tongue, though - there was no need to speak, as he'd only end up interrupting Mandalore's conversation with the General.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Mitya, Keller, and the team were hard at work sorting through the archives, and after about twenty minutes they were already almost finished loading them onto backup drives. She turned to Keller, opening the time on her helmet's hud. "Keller, I trust you and your men have it from here- Just make sure to get the planetary grid archives in full, I'll need to grab them from you later to help orchestrate the plans after evacuation, but for right now I need to take care further evacuation.", she started before saluting Keller. Mitya proceeded to turn towards the electronic doors which opened as she walked towards them now, exiting the academy archives. To her right, she had caught site of the group that had congregated for the rendez-vous before her, amongst them, walking her way was her superior Prime Roxton.

Mitya quickly saluted Dagger before giving him the sitrep. "Sir, the Kushari are aiding in civvie passage through the spaceports- shuttles are taking civilians in droves to be given passage amongst ours and the Kushari fleets. We're grabbing all important archives for the capital and destroying what's left, sir. Beyond that, progress is booming, sir."