The Fall of Korriban: We Band of Brothers

[Kori Buor]

Korriban
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Korriban. Home of the Sith Empire, home of the ones who fancied themselves the rightful rulers of the Galaxy and the enemy of the Jedi Order. A place of strife and conflict, and now the site of a great battle between the self-proscribed guardians of peace and the brutal warriors of the Sith Empire. To Ral Vizsla, commander of the Mandalorian armada which had set out as soon as they had heard of the battle, the Sith homeworld looked like a burning ball of orange and red. An inhospitable sphere hanging in the middle of the black. One he couldn't understand the need to fight over, and he figured that if the Sith had not chosen to make this their place to put their Academy and the source of their training and power, it would have likely gone unnoticed in the grander scheme of things. Five years ago, they were fighting on the Republic homeworld in a losing battle against the Sith. Now the wheel had turned full circle, and once again the Mandalorians were aiding in the sack of their enemy's key world, though ironically it was the home of those whom they aided five years before. However, this time, Ral would be leading them to glory against a strong and worthy enemy, not the broken vestiges of a barely functioning Republic.

Turning to the officers on the bridge of the Kandosii, he gave a curt nod and that was the signal for them to begin the attack in earnest. The Mandalorian Navy would support the Jedi where they were needed the most, while Ral and most of the Mandalorian warriors would take to the surface to help eradicate the Sith presence there. "All warriors, this is Mand'alor, it is time we make our own destiny. For too long have the Sith underestimated us, thinking us weak and easy targets. We proved them wrong at Bandomeer, and now we will show them the error of their arrogance. Today we fight with the Jedi to kill those who would subjugate the whole Galaxy to oppression and slavery. I will see you on the ground, ner vode. Oya Manda!"

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The Surface of Korriban
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Ral Vizsla wore his full armor today and was surrounded by his loyal troops and comrades, protectors and friends. There had a been a few hiccups since he had assumed the title of Mand'alor, but for the most part, things had been smooth, if a little slow. Today, he sought to rectify this. Today, he was going to lead his warriors, his brothers and sisters to battle for glory and for their freedom and independence.

Before them lay the Sith, the garrison to the starport which connected to their dark academy mobilizing to face them and were yet to be in a position to fight, though they were still plenty far enough away to not have to worry about snipers or artillery fire raining down upon them yet in any case. The mood was grim, excited, tense as the warriors of Mandalore waited for the battle to begin. Looking around in his cobalt armor, Ral could see their anxiety, their barely contained energy. Some of the warriors here were veterans of Bandomeer, of Coruscant, and of a dozen other battles across a dozen other worlds. As he inspected his troops the dusty tan sand crunched beneath his boots as he looked from person to person, warrior to warrior. Then, as he continued with his inspection, he stopped by the side of Keldabe tank, looking up at the crew and nodding from behind his T-visor. There, he paused and he looked around at the soldiers who eyed him curiously, expectantly.

The Mand'alor thought over what he might say, though in truth he now found himself rather speechless as he looked around at his comrades. The words would come, eventually, he just hoped they would be the right words, and that they would be given at the right time as to make the will of his brothers and sisters be like beskar, their morale indefatigable, their resolve swift, and their desire for a glorious victory to be like that of a famished man in the desert for food and water. "What say you, ner vode? Are we ready yet for today? Have we proven ourselves ready eager to take the field in the name of glory and honor and to earn ourselves names and titles which they will sing songs of for generations to come?"

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[Eccles]

Eer Genet tightly gripped his two [surl=http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/b-8r-blaster-pistol.67934/]blasters[/surl] in both hands as the jetpack of his teal-colored [surl=http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/mandalorian-dominion-technology.73900/#post-1357477]armor[/surl] came to life. "I see no glory in fighting the battered down Sith," he said as he turned in the air to face the Mand'alor (@Kori Buor). "I knew the Moff that defeated the Dark Lord, their most powerful Sith, and he wasn't an equal to a single of our commando's."

If he had not worn a helmet he'd have spat at the feet of the Viszla ruler. "I say we break your non-aggression pact with the Jedi. I say we fly to the [surl=http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/the-fall-of-korriban-the-fall-of-the-order.76105/]city[/surl] and take it for our own. Sith and Jedi to fall under true Mandalorian might." Slowly he looked over the other Mandalorian warriors present. Eer was a Captain among them, which couldn't be compared to the status of Mand'alor or Protector, but he hoped he would not be challenging Ral Viszla's choice of target all alone. He ended up looking at the Mand'alor's cousin and former commander of the Ha'rangir's Chosen, Caedryn Viszla (@Arclight). "Are you with me, Caedryn?"

He knew he was openly defying the wishes of his Mand'alor, but if Ral really didn't want to break his pact he could lay down a challenge at Eer's feet and they'd find out which way their jetpacks would direct the Mandalorian host.

 

[Darasuum]

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If the ground had not been sand each step would have shuddered the earth beneath the infantry around him. It did not just absorb vibrations, it also dried out his skin and was a pain to clean away. Taomwata found no joy in being on the dry planet. His frame stood over two feet tall, casting a large shadow across the grains of Korriban. Had he not been a comrade to many of the warriors around him he would not be surprised if they kept their distance from him. His dark purple armor seeming to barely contain the muscular mass of over five hundred kilograms. While it wasn't his preferred color it was the color of House Kryze to which he was loyally devoted to.

He had a custom helmet resting on the plates of a IFL. He was far too large to drive one but he would stand next to it. It made it look like it belonged in a theme park for children to ride. There were other numerous armored vehicles around. A host of dropships had made landfall with plenty of firepower to bring to the enemy. The hybrid Karkarodon wondered if it would be overkill.

While Taomwata listened to the Mand'alor speak he stood silently. While he had not met the warrior who led them he respected his exploits thus far. The Domionion was well of as it was. However there were others that did not feel the same. Nobody is perfect and there was no shortage of people ready and willing to voice their opinions. His meteor heavy repeater held in his large hands. To him it would just be the same as a blaster rifle for a normal man. In addition he had all of his normal equipment he carried with him into a combat zone such as this. Though he wondered if there would be anything for him to so much as chew on by the time they got to the enemy. Blood barely would quench any thirst he worked up during combat in a place such as this. It's important to stay hydrated. He thought to himself absent mindedly.

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[Kameron Esters-]

Thrit had secured all the gear. His armor is firm,his weapons loaded, and his mind clear. He never once had a problem with the Sith, in a matter of fact, he prefered them over the Jedi. To him, the Jedi were too in-depth in their own self-righteousness. With the Sith, he saw those who rejected their pompous beliefs and indulged in their natures. A man's instinct should never be restricted. But now, here he was,siding with the very same people he detests against the people he didn't mind. The Sith have crossed the line with them. No one in the galaxy dare threatens Mandalore. He walks up to Ral. "This is the moment we all been bred for, friend Ral. Destiny aswell as Fate itself lies within our grasp. From here, we will staple ourselves as the greatest force that neither the Jedi or Sith well ever be able to utilize. And that force is Mandalore." With that being said, Thrit dons his green helmet. "Lead us to victory once more, friend Ral."
@Kori Buor

 

[René]

The reddish sand of the planet crunched beneath the boots of the blue and gold armour of a Mandalorian SuperCommando standing near the front of the ranks. The Chiss took a deep breath, trying to ease his mind. He had an uneasy feeling about the battle to come, although he couldn't quite place the reason. He could hear a Captain address the Mand'alor in a passive agressive manor, a challenge, and right before an important battle no less. It infuriated him to hear the man suggest that the Jedi were the real enemy they should be fighting, rather than the Sith. Hesitantly, the infamous Ji'Kel Vizsla pushed his way through the ranks until he stood at the front, near Mand'alor Ral and the Captain, Eer.

"I know it is probably not my place, but is this really the time for a challenge? And furthermore, why suggest such an ignorant strategy? The Sith are weakened now, thanks to the Jedi's recent offensive; if we attack the Jedi now, we might catch the off guard, maybe defeat them, but that gives the Sith the opportunity to regroup and grow stronger while the Jedi are busy fighting us, and vice versa. The Sith would have the chance to then destroy the Dominion, since we will have been weakened after the war with the Jedi. We MUST cut off the head of the Empire now, or they will win this war. The Jedi will not initiate war with us as soon as this is over; we will destroy them when the time is right. But right here, right now, we will win this battle, and destroy the Sith, for the glory of Mandalore!!"

Ji'Kel voice had been rising throughout his "speech", and though he hoped the warriors behind him could get past his shaky history and realize the of his suggestion, he somewhat doubted they would. He was an ex-Jedi, and though in his eyes the Jedi had taken everything from him, some Mandalorians only saw that he was once part of the order and believed he was supportive of them. Through his T-visor, the SuperCommando locked eyes the the Mand'alor, and hoped at least Ral would see what he was getting at.

@Kori Buor @Ecclessey @Darasuum @Kameron Esters-

 

[Logan]

The Antarian starfighter streaked through the skies of Korriban like a peregrine falcon, not much but a silver blur against the harsh light of the sun. Vesper's hands gripped the yolk tightly as the course of action running through her mind's eye played like a b-movie. It all seemed very... straight forward and easy enough, which is probably where her slight trepidation came from. The easy things very rarely worked out that way. Hopefully today would be different.

Her destination was clear and obvious, the large gathering of Mandalorians on the Korribanni surface. Her motivations.. much more shrouded, unknown to anyone but Vesper. They would become apparent in time, obviously, probably around.. thirty seconds or so. Slapping a few buttons and knobs on her dash, Vesper prepped her concussion missiles for fire. There were four of them and she would unleash her entire payload when the time was right.

Screaming towards the gathering of Mandalorions below, they likely wouldn't even hear the sonic boom of her thrusters until it was too late. Using the targeting computer, she shot two missiles at the grouping of Mandalorians near the tanks. She would fire the second two in a similar area but behind a little, attempting to cover the most area possible with explosive death. Anyone even close to the vicinity of the Mand'alor would be caught in the blast. An unfortunate side effect of what was necessary.

The Mand'alor would be caught directly in the center of the blast radii of the volleys, Vesper's only true intention being to kill him. He had been a failure as a Mandalorian and the Mand'alor, and she would allow his failure to continue no longer. Not out of personal pride for her people, Vesper had already abandoned them. But as a personal grudge against everything that Ral Viszla represented; everything she hated about her people. He was scum as they were scum, and the Mandalorians could not be purified until he was eradicated like a disease. They would recover in time, with a new leader and a new start. But for that, Vesper did not care. Her loyalties were to the Jedi now, to their Grandmaster and their cause. At least they had actually done something to stop the sith and their advance. The same couldn't be said about Ral Viszla and his Mandalorians.

The source of the blasts would be obvious to anyone not instantly vaporized, they would see the Jedi star fighter. They would see the Jedi symbols, they would see. Putting the ship onto autopilot, Vesper activated the ejection seat and was launched from her ship. She would make landfall eventually, and when she did she would inspect the devastation.

And if the job still needed finishing, she would finish it.

@Kori Buor @Ecclessey @Darasuum @Dark Lord Kyle @Kameron Esters-

 

[Eccles]

Sudden sounds of thunder against the clear Korribanni sky made Eer look away from the Mand'alor and up at the skies. Mere seconds later the missiles struck the gathering and tore them into bloodied parts. Eer tried to make away, already flying with his jetpack, but when one of fellows was decapitated by the blast and his helmet struck Eer, the latter knew he too was done for.

It was a anti-climactic end to a grand story and when what was left of Eer fell lifelessly to the ground the fading light of his eyes fell on the wiped out party. What if he hadn't challenged the Mand'alor, would they have been fighting and dying with glory instead of this baseless dishonor?

 

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Turning to head back to the dropship he put his back to the debaters. They would be dispersing groups of the warriors in multiple locations and not mount a simple mono-directional ground assault. That would be foolish and instead would have a few shock troopers dropping from above. Whatever they decided on would he would do it and leave the debating to the smaller mouthed beings. The hybrid's mind changed from thoughts of whatever actions were taken when he was thrown forward by a blast wave. It felt like one even though it was two missiles that struck not far where he had been standing before. It was quite a feat for someone who weighed five hundred kilograms.

Rolling over in the sand he stared up at the sky. Two more explosions not unlike the first struck the sands. This time Taomwata was laying on the ground and had been lucky enough to have the IFL between him and the nearest blasts. All the same he flinched and raised his left arm at the explosion, clumps of sand, body parts and debris rained down as gravity took hold of what had been thrown up in the air. A crate was one such peice of debris, pinging off the side of one of the Krom battle tanks, lessening the kinetic force but still enough to dislocate Taomwata's left shoulder. Other shards flew through the air more sharp than blunt. His Cerebus scattergun was bent from some flying debris and he seemed to have his stun blaster as well.

Still facing skyward he caught the view of the Jedi vehicle. It was not changing direction. Had it been shot down? Perhaps he would get to eat something after all. The drop ships were undamaged but many warriors had been killed. He made his way towards one of the dropships clutching his left arm. He would need to use it as cover out here if there were more coming. He contacted the pilots to then relay the violence that had just taken place. Once there he placed his arm against the wall and reseated the appendage though he would need to get it checked by the medical personnel to prevent lasting damage. A growl emminated from his teeth filled maw in pain. He doubted anyone else had survived. If he was to die today he would be doing it facing his enemy.

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[René]

Ji'Kel Vizsla heard the thundering boom in the sky, and sensed the incoming missiles before most of the large group of Mandalorians even saw them. It was clear that the missiles were aimed towards Ral, the Mand'alor. Time seemed to slow as the missiles flew closer. In a moment of clarity, the SuperCommando realized that it didn't matter who had fired the missiles, only that the Mandalorians, his family, lived on. And to continue to live and survive in wartime, a strong nation required a strong leader. The Chiss had known this day was coming; ever since the fateful day on Tatooine that had entaled the Skirmish at Mos Eisley and cost him an arm and a leg (literally) he had experiences visions of fire.

The SuperCommando realized those had been visions of his death, which was inevitable at this point. However, if he acted quickly enough, he could save lives. Ji'Kel channeled the Force into a concussive shockwave around him, knocking anybody around him back about 6 meters. He let into the air, and called upon the Force once again, more forcefully than ever before. His lightsabers fell from his waist at this sudden movement, falling to the ground near where he had been. The Chiss pulled two of the missiles towards himself, one of them continue using on to land nearby to the tanks, the other being skewed off its path and landing away from the majority of the assembled Mandalorians; meanwhile, he created a spherical Force shield around himself as the missiles exploded next to his body. Ji'Kel didn't see what became of Ral, the man he was trying to protect; he saw fire for a brief moment as his body was incinerated, the Force shield disappating after the missiles exploded, letting the shockwave out. Ji'Kel Vizsla was dead, but as he became one with the Force, he hoped his death had at least saved the majority of the Mandalorian forces and the Mand'alor himself.

@Kori Buor @Relent @Darasuum @Kameron Esters-

 

[GABA]

ADMIN: Due to inactivity, all Mandalorian members in this thread have succumbed to the missile firing are are ruled dead.

 

[Dmitri]

ADMIN: The following characters are dead and archived - Ral "Asterion" Vizsla (@Kori Buor), Thrit Cest (@Kameron Esters-), Taomwata Charcaro (@Darasuum), Ji'Kel Vizsla (@Dark Lord Kyle), and Eer Genet (@Ecclessey).