No Man Left Behind [OPEN to Mandalorians]

[Statler89]

Watching Captain Par'jila image flick off after the long salute of honor,there was a tear rolling down Melyc'inya's face." You and the men and women in your flight wont be forgotten Captain Par'jila." Melyc said to himself not long after he asked for a status report from all of his pilots. Plus the evacuation fleet was getting into poisiotn round the Kushari Fleet for one last time before making a jump to Kushari home system Kushaa'vo.

"CCV Agaememnon, This is Corporal Melyc'inya permission for the Black Knights to land in your hanger bays,before my men's fuel runs out and we cant make the jump." Melyc asked over the comms while he moved his fighter into position along with his men in his wing,before they land.

 

[Bad Wolf]

"Contact the Kushari fleet, and find out how long until they are ready to jump." Par'jila paced around his CIC, while his communications officer hailed the Kushari fleet.

"Find out how long the Galaar class cruisers are going to take, I want them ready to fight if need be, but I also want them able to jump system at a moments notice, supplies and refugees are priority." He didn't like this, he didn't like leaving the world he knew and loved, but his life was spent aboard a starship, he was no longer a ground warrior his old bones wouldn't be able to handle a ground based combat, and so he had set it up so that the Galaar class battlecruisers would assist in the evacuation, as would the Endless Horizon, even his own ship was being loaded with refugees and supplies, his people worked tirelessly to secure the passengers and extensive amounts of equipment they would need.

"Sir Chief Terol reports that the Galaars are ready to leave system when you give the order, and we are at 45% capacity." his XO Lieutenant Kane reported from the ops platform.

"Good inform the Galaars to link up with the Kushari fleet and follow their lead." He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

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The Kitty Hawk was fully loaded, Ranger High Command and a large portion of military vehicles, weapons and building material had all been loaded into the cargo bay, military personnel were all on board and ready to go, Jenna sent an encoded communication to Mitya. "This is Captain Wolf to General Ivanova, the Kitty Hawk is loaded and moving out, we are setting course for the new Ranger Head Quarters, we'll contact you when we have a base established, I'll see you on the other side Mitya." Jenna saluted Mitya in her little holo transmission, a large portion of the Military library had been loaded into the Kitty Hawk's holds, historical literature, scientific documents, field manuals, everything she would need to rebuild the Rangers on a new home.

"We're still waiting for the Ambassadors ship to land and then we can leave."

EDIT: Still waiting for Loco's character to land.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

((modified post 17 http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showpost.php?p=774502&postcount=17 ))

 

[Phil]

"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."

"Good."

Roxton spoke, looking down to the General as her reflection could only be briefly seen in his blue ocular lens. He turned to his left, then returned back to the General as he released a sigh.

"Under any other circumstances, I'd stay and help everyone here. However, I am required to aid Mandalore in his entourage he has. But I have a request for you, General."

He reached into his side pouch, retrieving a small data pad that was designed for holding pictures. It had only one imprinted on it. It was a picture of four people, aside from Roxton being on it, there was also an elderly looking man with a grizzled beard and greyed hair, next to him was an elderly yellow skinned Twi'lek who was wearing a fine suit of Mandalorian armor like the man she was standing next too. Next to Roxton was another yellow skinned Twi'lek in some Mandalorian armor. All four were together, almost like a family.

"I need you to get these three off world and with the rest of our people. They are doing what they can to help, but when we are near complete, I need them somewhere safe. Can I trust you with this?"

 

[Raif]

Jon Viggo wandered through the barely-organized chaos taking place outside the academy. Compared to the soldiers rushing in every direction all around him, Jon looked like a country bumpkin...which, in truth, he was. Whereas most Mando men his age would be dressed in battle-hardened beskar armor, Jon was wearing a simple hand-spun tunic over denim dungarees and worn boots. Dust and grime from the long trek from his home stood a quarter inch thick on his skin, mixing together into something akin to muck, and his hands still carried the soot marks from Old Nan's funeral pyre.

None of this bothered the young man, though. All his life he had been sidelined, forced to watch as others experienced what he was denied. Not anymore, though. Nan's death was a sign, of that Jon was sure. He was meant to help, to stand up and claim his Mandalorian heritage, and there was no better to do it than now.

As Jon continued to wander aimlessly, his eye caught on a small congregation of warriors not too far away. He didn't hear everything, but he did notice a male warrior refer to the female as 'General.' Even a backwoods bumpkin like Jon knew that Generals were important, so the young man scooted even closer to the group and cleared his throat, hoping to get their attention.

I can't believe I'm doing this, I'm probably going to get shot. I really hope this works...

Jon quickly banished these less-than-supportive thoughts from his mind, stood up as straight and proud as he could, and began speaking to the female warrior addressed as General.

"Uh, ex-, excuse me ma'am! I'm Jon Viggo, and I'm here to join up. How can I help the cause, General?"

A last-second thought flew through Jon's mind, and he quickly brought his hand up in what he hoped was a good, crisp salute.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Mitya saluted Roxton one last time, not even hesitating. "Yes sir, they're under my care as of now, I'll see to it that they're given special attention upon the BigBlue.", she chimed off, turning to Lucius.
"Looks like we're assigned a special transport mission. We'll have the rest of the men work on evacuating civilians and gathering what we can. I trust that Corden and Keller have successfully retrieved the information that we've needed and destroyed what's left."
At the moment, Mitya turned to exit immediately, however there was this new... Soldier? Right in her face too- This man wasn't a soldier, from that she could tell, but the entire race was within a planetary evacuation, did it really matter?
"Has, Luoh, get this new recruit some fatigues and put him to work.", Mitya gave orders to two trusted commanders that she'd known for awhile.
"Just do what these commanders tell you and you'll be fine, you're not shootin' anyone- and if things come to that, Has and Luoh will keep you alive. This squadron will finish up here in the capital- I want all civilians at that starport or gone in four hours. Good luck guys."

Mitya began to walk down the steps, leading Lucius and the family behind her. The wind began to stir beneath the shadows of the sith observatory fleet. The sun was blocked out here and there, the sounds of their engines humming deeply over the planet. The message that repeated over and over again playing loudly across the ciy, shaking the structures of buildings- it was disturbing, yet over the last hour or so, Mitya had learned to block it out.
She made her way to the BabyBlue- the shuttle that she had arrived in first hand. Taking off, she made a flyby near one of the sith observatories, noting it's size compared to her freighter. The things were massive and horrorshow scary.

Suddenly full throttle was hit as the ship was sent careening off into the distance, back towards the BigBlue in orbit near both Par'Jilla's ship and the Kushari flagship.

The BigBlue's port hangar opened up, airlock initiating once more.

"Admiral, I need a group to escort three vips to guest quartrs.", Mitya grabbed her radio, hailing the bridge.

"Goddamn Sith...."

 

[Lupe]

Lucius followed Mitya into the Babyblue "Nice ship you have here, General" he mentioned. He was impressed but was cut-off from further observation by a Comlink Call he stopped and answered. After a while he turned to Mitya "I'm sorry General but I must take my leave. Is their a ship I can use? I must travel to Aqauris. Orders were from Commander Damri I must follow them." he stated politely. Truthfully he did not want to leave Mitya, she might need his help, no matter how powerfull a jedi, she can't do everything. But orders were orders and Lucius will follow them.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Mitya turned to Lucius-
A shuttle perhaps, it didn't really matter, she had shuttles to expend.
"I'll have a shuttle take you ro your ship, Lucius then you can leave from there, sir."

She spoke, pointing out of the transparisteel view window through the cockpit, there was a shuttle there beneath and to the side of the babyblue.
"Guys, we need a shuttle down to the surface again, load Luius up and come back."

"Roger, Roger, Ma'am."

 

[Jiang Winters]

"Corporal Melyc'inya, this is flight control for CCV Agaememnon. The Black Knights are cleared to land in docking bay 8. Firehawk interceptors are standing by to escort you in. Once you've landed, you can stay with your ships or head to the galley, get chow, and rest up. Your call. Oh, and by the by - welcome aboard, Kadiri."

Kadiri - brothers. No mistakes would be made, the Kushari were bent on honoring their alliance, and they were not a species to withhold aid to a friend. Not long after the carrier crew replied to the Corporal, a pair of SSF90 Firehawk interceptors took up position alongside the Black Knights.

"Black Knights lead? This is Romeo 1-1. My wingman and I will be flying escort for your flight, mate. Form up on my wing and we'll guide you in. Be advised, there's an automated 'catch' system in the hangar. A tractor beam'll snag your ship and guide you to your spot once you enter, so make sure to match my speed."

Meanwhile, the bridge of the Agaememnon received a hail from the Mandalorian warship, Endless Dawn. The Mando vessel was requesting a timeframe for departure, which the comms officer was quick to give. "Endless Dawn, this is CCV Agaememnon. Our FTL drives are spooled up and ready to jump. ETA to farjump is Zero-Five minutes. Repeat, ETA to farjump is Zero-Five minutes. If you want a tow to Qas'el'ok, then form up within the fleet and find a ship willing to act as your tug. I suggest the DDX Ionian Pride. She's an Archer-class destroyer, directly behind the Agaememnon. Her engines should be able to pull you to the rendezvous point."

 

[Bad Wolf]

"CCV Agaememnon, this is Captain Par'jila of the Endless Dawn, if you have a clear window, then Launch I will be the last ship out of this sector, if the DDX Ionian Pride can meet with us we will form up but only after all others are safe and clear." Par'jila may not be a ground commander any more, but he was still a warrior and his honor, the Honor of the Brevin clan demanded he see to the safety of the others before he took his own life into consideration.
"CCV Agaememnon, I have one request, my wing Commander is on your ship now, can you take care of him and the other Black Knights?"
A tear rolled down the old man's cheek from his still organic eye, he wiped it away.

 

[Lupe]

"Thank you, General. Ret'urcye mhi." he said before he ran to the shuttle. He got in and after a few minutes he was planet side. He then ran to his ship which was parked nearby. He entered it, started it, and headed to orbit. Once in orbit he entered coordinates for Aquaris and entered hyperspace.

 

[Arm514ve]

Hibirar moved around the Mandalorian headquarters down-loading and purging files from the RnD projects he was doing, as well as adding new subrouteines into each terminal as he went. The Midway was landed in one of the planets ground shipyards for Re-fits and now taking in refuges who couldn't make it to the space ports. as well as other experimental equipment, that couldn't be destroyed was being loaded onto the Midway.

Hibirar was almost to HQ's defense mainframe when he heared a chime from his com piece.

"Sir the last of the equipment is on board and the last of the refuges are on board as well we are waiting on your return sir."

"Acknowledged I'm almost done here, patch me through to Captain Wolf Lieutenant." Hibirar said walking into the main control room of HQ that controls the major systems for all of Mandalore, as well as links to every mandalorian planet. Plugging in his wrist terminal, he accessed the remaining files he needed as well as installed the last of his little surprise for the Imperials script into the main computer. before taking out a small device from the wrist terminal and plugged it into one of the ports of the defense grid.

"Captain Wolf, This is Admiral Parijir once you arrive at our new homeworld please set up there as soon as you arrive were going to need some direction for the refugees as they settle and seeing as your team is one of the best I need you to lead security and keep the peace." He said as he watched the installation timer finish before unhooking his wrist terminal and began typing into on the key pad next to the main situation display as he set each section of the power grid to stand by before he left the room leaving the drive behind.

He turned around giving the room one last look before he taped his terminal and the device activated with a small green light on it. He closed the control room door before making his way out of the Mandalorian Head quarters and approached the planetary dry dock the Midway was docked in turning one last time before entering the airlock. Frowning at the setting sun. "I'll be back, one way or the other." He said aloud entering the Midway and taping his com unit. "I'm on board begin lift off sequence set course for the alpha site, after confirmation with the rest of the refugee fleet that everyone is aboard there ships."

"Aye Sir" one of Hibirar bridge officers responded as the hum of the engines activating could be heard throughout the ship.

 

[Statler89]

"Black Knights lead? This is Romeo 1-1. My wingman and I will be flying escort for your flight, mate. Form up on my wing and we'll guide you in. Be advised, there's an automated 'catch' system in the hangar. A tractor beam'll snag your ship and guide you to your spot once you enter, so make sure to match my speed."

"Romeo 1-1, Black Lead here the Black Knights are forming up on your squadrons. We're matching your speed right now as I speak,thank you ner'vode for the help.Please guide us in before our last fuel reserves run dry." Corporal Melyc'inya replied to Romeo 1-1 while he match his wing man speed and waited to be guided in.

"Flight control of CCV Agaememnon, proceeding to docking bay 8 while being escorted by Romeo 1-1 and his men. Also a request we need fuel and maintenance done for our fighters to ready to be redeployed once more.Two I need quarters for my men and women under my command to stay on because I have a feeling we'll be on the Agememnon for a while,also I gear should on board,if I know Captain Par'jila correct.He would have sent our stuff over. Thank you for the warm welcome ner'vodes,Kadiri."

Looking over his shoulder to look back at Mandalore one final time and Endless Dawn.Both places we're he spent most of his life,up to now. We will come back in full force and take back our home from the Sith Melyc thought as he waited for replies from Rome 1-1 and Agememnon flight control."Why do I have a bad feeling that Captain Par'jila wont be at Qas'el'ok" he said to himself as he focus his attendance back to his controls

 

[Bad Wolf]

"Roger that Admiral, we'll be jumping shortly, oh and sir tell my uncle tell him Aliit ori'shya tal'din *Family is more than Blood* and Dinuir Aalar Tratade A'den *let them feel the full force of your rage* he'll know what I mean, I won't be seeing him for a long time I think. Captain Wolf out."

She had secured her VIP and headed back to the CIC, after stationing a few of her commandos with him and his family.

"Set course, take us to our new home."

The Kitty Hawk's FTL spooled up and soon the Galaar class batttlecruiser, the Flag ship of the Rangers blinked out of existence as it flew through Hyperspace towards it's goal.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Mitya made her way down the ramp of the now docked babyblue. The family had been escorted by a team to their guest quarters, and were given permission to roam freely around authorized sections of the ship such as the galley, mess, quarters, and observatories- everywhere else was off limits and highly secured like always. Mitya's boots clanked against the metal floor beneath her as she began her way towards the airlock, and as she pressed the wall terminal, the door opened. Inside of the airlock, Mitya removed her helmet, clipping it to her waist. Mitya meditated silently to herself as she slowly made her way down the halls, passing by observation windows and glancing outside dreadfully at Mandalore every now and then; inside of the turbolifts, where she kept an emotionless face, yet her chin was high; and, finally coming to a halt before the bridge's blast door- She freed herself of any emotion, like that of a seasoned Jedi Master.
The blast door sprung open and she marched through the bridge with inspiration and energy that she forced herself to have before entering. Time to mourn was over and now was time for action! Mitya walked forward before the bridge's large observation window, staring out at the fleet. "Admiral, open active communications links with the Bismark, The Midway, and The Kushari flagship.", she demanded, stopping at the Kushari ship- she felt wrong saying the name of the ship, like her mouth would get all jumbled up or something.

"Bismark, this is General Ivanovna, it's great to have you under my command. Prepare to set up tow cables with the Agememnon and set your engines to idle."

"Midway, do you read me? Come on High Admiral, we need you to hurry up- I don't want to lose you or the Midway."

"Agememnon, this is the BigBlue, we're preparing to set up tow cables along with the Bismark- ready on your command."

 

[Jiang Winters]

"Black Knights, this is Romeo 1-1 again. Not to interrupt your chat with Control, but our guys can put you up in our barracks if there's no space left. If there is space, we'll get you settled in. You've got my word on that, friend. Hell, if the engies bring up some fuel tanks, we'll even get your birds refueled and rearmed."

As the pilot spoke, the cavernous frontal hangar of the Agaememnon came into view. Romeo 1-1 moved in front of the flight and flashed his stern signal lights, indicating to the Mandalorians to form up on his six, then dropped his landing skids and decelerated. Tractor beams snagged his fighter, and those behind it, and pulled them into the bay in a neat little line. It'd drag them through an atmospheric barrier shield, and pull them into place in landing slots along the durasteel decking.

The moment they set down, the lead Firehawk popped his canopy and hauled himself out of his fighter. The Kushari was a bit short for his species, being about 6'2", but well-built and sturdy enough to tackle even a wookiee in a fight. The feline was tiger-like in appearance, with a bright smile that revealed glistening white fangs. A predator, through and through. He wore Skylark flight armor, and a M88 pistol was thrust into a holster on his chestplate, along with several magazine pouches.

He'd approach the Mando fighters as they touched down, and once they'd disembarked their craft, he'd clip his helmet to his armor's 'belt' and call out, "Hey mates! Welcome to the A... Well, name's not important. Damned near impossible to pronounce anyways. I'm Petty Officer Jakir-Sjet, but most just call me Dusty. Follow me and I'll get you to your bunks."

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"Rodger, BigBlue. Scratch the tow cables - we use gravity tethers. We're not that primitive, thanks!" the CIC officer joked, getting a bit of a chuckle out of the Mandalorians' request.

"Scans indicate that your drives are idling. Stand by for tethering... Engaging gravity tethers in five. Four. Three. Two. One."

Four lances of white energy snapped into existence, connecting Bigblue to the Agaememnon; another four lances connected the Bismark to the Kushari carrier. "Tethers holding steady. Be advised, heavy cruiser Hope moving to position over Obroa-Skai to recover engineering teams. Light carrier Ionian Pride is accompanying. Clear 'em a path."

After the two capital ships and their frigate escorts had lumbered out of the flotilla, the remaining Kushari warships began engaging their gravity tethers. What few hyperspace-capable freighters did the same. Within a few moments, the entire fleet was spiderwebbed with a rainbow of gravity tethers of varying strengths and lengths.

"This is Fleet Control to all ships. Stand by for synchronized farjump. Agaememnon, you have the ball. Repeat, Agaememnon, you have the ball."

"Roger Fleet. Agaememnon to all units, initiate farjump on the mark. Countdown is ten seconds. T-minus ten..."

The countdown would continue, and at the 0 mark, the entire fleet disappeared in a shimmering burst of blue-white energy to coordinates unknown.

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"Leftenant Keller, the first group was away."

"I hear you, Corporal. You hear the news from fleet before they jumped?"

"Aye, boss. Sith observer craft in orbit."

"Yup. New orders for the teams - halt all suspicious activity. If they can see it from orbit, stop it. If not, continue. All surface engineering teams are to return to their dropships and head to the Ionian Pride."

"Aye-aye, sir. We'll return to the Pride."

 

[Statler89]

The hanger bay was full of Tom’urcir Interceptor Fighters etheir being worked on by the mechanics or being refueled and rearmed.Melyc pop the canopy of his Tom'urcir to the sounds of busy flight deck personal in hanger bay 8 on the Agaememnon,climbing down the ladder from his fighter and leaving his helmet on the cockpit seat.His boots hit the cold metal deck and turn around just in time to watch a short Kushari come up and approach and his men.


"Hey mates! Welcome to the A... Well, name's not important. Damned near impossible to pronounce anyways. I'm Petty Officer Jakir-Sjet, but most just call me Dusty. Follow me and I'll get you to your bunks."

"Greetings, I'm Corporal Melyc'inya to commanding officer the Black Knights and wing commander from Endless dawn.Thank you for everything you all are doing for us,lead the way Petty Officer Jakir-Siet my men will follow suite." Melyc'inya replied.

 

[Bad Wolf]

"Status report. How many ships are away and what's left?" The Captain paced his CIC he was monitoring the entire fleet movement as he watched shuttles, freighters and fighters slowly disappearing as they landed and were taken into larger ships.
"We are at 85% capacity sir, I think that's everybody."
It had been Hours since the evacuation started, his clan was scattered among the various ships, natural born spacers, the only mandalorian clan to rarely set foot on a planet, his Niece was away on a top priority ultra classified mission, and soon so would he be, he looked at the holographic display of the planet that had been his proverbial homeworld.
"I want to see Mandalore one last time, i want to walk among the plants and trees one final time, I'm taking a shuttle planet side, I'll be back in half an hour." Par'jila took his cane in hand and limped down to the hangar bay, boarding a shuttle he set off towards the planet, passing the fleeing ships, he set down, it was eerily quiet as most of the ships were off world, the star port was empty, he exited the city and walked a short ways to find what he was looking for a precious Baltan Carid, a perfect specimen, the perfect shade of blue, just enough buds that hadn't bloomed yet, the vines reaching towards the sky, he had brought to pots with him and he knelt down carefully digging up the flower and placing it and some of the native sil in the planter, next item was a Veshok tree still in it's sappling years, he did the same with it making sure to take special care next he picked a handful of Varos fruit and head back to the shuttle with his prizes, boarding he headed back to the Endless Dawn holding the plants in his lap.

He placed both plants and the fruits in his quarters and headed back towards the CIC a half hour had passed and more ships were away.

 

[Raif]

Wow, I can't believe that actually worked.

Jon beamed with pride as the General gave her orders, and before he knew it he was being hustled off with his two new commanders, Has and Luoh, to change into a pair of well-worn fatigues. He didn't even take the time to wash off the grime from his recent travel, but that was A-ok with Jon. He was just excited to be taking the first steps to accomplishing something great. It wouldn't have taken a force-sensitive to be able to detect the mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through the young man's body.

Has and Luoh put him to work immediately after he had changed his clothes, and work he did for the next four hours. The streams of civilians needing to be evacuated seemed never-ending, and there always seemed to be just one more person with a question or concern to occupy Jon's time. Though he had been one of them just a handful of hours earlier, it was amazing how quickly Jon started distancing himself from the civilians he was helping; he was now a Mandaloian warrior, kind of, and he had to start acting like one.

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, Luoh waved to Jon to get his attention, and then directed the raw recruit towards the shuttle that would take them up to the BigBlue and the rest of the evacuation fleet. As the small craft took off, Jon began looking a little green around the gills, and as soon as it was safe to do so he rushed towards the 'fresher. When he emerged a few moments later he looked much more settled, though from the thin sheen of moisture on his face it seemed obvious he had just stuck his head under a cold stream of water.

Moving back to his seat by a viewport, Jon was finally able to look around and take in the sights of space. The gaping mouth and wide-eyes gave him the telltale sign of someone who had never experienced space travel before, though he quickly regained his composure when he felt the stares of his new comrades. He had to start acting less like a foolish boy and more like the warrior he was meant to become, and now was the time to do it.

With that thought in mind, Jon stood up tall and proud as he walked down the boarding ramp once their shuttle had docked with the BigBlue. Has and Luoh pointed him in the direction of his quarters for their journey, but within minutes the young man was lost. He didn't mind too much though, as this was his first time on such a large ship, and he simply wandered around the hatchways with his rucksack slung over his shoulder. He barely felt the tremor that signaled the BigBlue and her Kushari escorts had made the jump to lightspeed.

 

[Arm514ve]

Hibirar stepped onto the bridge of the midway each of his officers looking at him from there consuls, "I know and we will return. a race and a group aren't made by there planet its by there people as long as one Mandalorian lives the Mandalorian way of life will continue. Now lets get back to work." Hibirar said sitting down into his command chair opening a channel to the remaining Kusari fleet. "Lieutenant Keller This is Admiral Parijir how many more ships before complete evacuation?" he asked as the Midway broke atmo and headed for the rest of the evacuation fleet.