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[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."
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."
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