Since the Mandalorian fleet was able to operate out of Borgo Prime and increase their fleet range, it allowed the Clans to establish a beachhead on Shaum Hii. Transports descended from the sky as they were escorted by fighters and intercepters, Mandalorian warriors exiting out in an ocean colored like a rainbow as they formed a united spear point again. Upon taking the beach, barricades and palisades were lifted into position to entrench themselves and make it difficult to be removed. Dark grey clouds took the sky overhead as if symbolizing the Mandalorians' arrival.
As the second wave of transports descended, Nox would exit from the lead one as he stepped into the sand and breathed in slowly. The air was completely different from that of Mandalore's, moisture in the air and the entire force greeted with the sight of trees and swamp. It was certainly a different sight from their home but for reasons he couldn't place, he still found himself preferring the sand and heat.
As more and more warriors landed, Nox walked further inland as he entered the large war camp, the sand beneath his feet transforming into dirt and grass. A myriad of tents would be organized throughout and he angled toward the largest one and painted with his colors. Near the entrance to his tent, he saw a familiar helmet and armor and a grin tugged underneath the Alor's helmet. He approached Rayda, a hand extended to her to be shaken and a solid knock from his helmet afterward. He greeted her with a warm tone, "It's good to have you here again. Once more we find ourselves in the fire."
The last time they had seen each other had been on Lothal. The invasion and major battle had gone well and left a memorable experience for the Solus. If the man found anyone he had fought and bled with before, he would always hold respect for them. Nox then gestured to his tent with a cock of his head, "Let's discuss our plan of action. How are your clansmen faring and what did they find?" If he recalled correctly, the Kryze had been a vanguard that had pointed out the suitable landing spot for them.
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As the second wave of transports descended, Nox would exit from the lead one as he stepped into the sand and breathed in slowly. The air was completely different from that of Mandalore's, moisture in the air and the entire force greeted with the sight of trees and swamp. It was certainly a different sight from their home but for reasons he couldn't place, he still found himself preferring the sand and heat.
As more and more warriors landed, Nox walked further inland as he entered the large war camp, the sand beneath his feet transforming into dirt and grass. A myriad of tents would be organized throughout and he angled toward the largest one and painted with his colors. Near the entrance to his tent, he saw a familiar helmet and armor and a grin tugged underneath the Alor's helmet. He approached Rayda, a hand extended to her to be shaken and a solid knock from his helmet afterward. He greeted her with a warm tone, "It's good to have you here again. Once more we find ourselves in the fire."
The last time they had seen each other had been on Lothal. The invasion and major battle had gone well and left a memorable experience for the Solus. If the man found anyone he had fought and bled with before, he would always hold respect for them. Nox then gestured to his tent with a cock of his head, "Let's discuss our plan of action. How are your clansmen faring and what did they find?" If he recalled correctly, the Kryze had been a vanguard that had pointed out the suitable landing spot for them.
@Altaris
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