Log:Mandalorians: Day of Reckoning

The Crusade for Mandalore begins.

OOC Date: March 10, 2022
Location: Firebase Kappa, Mandalore
Participants: Hadrix Kora, Hahtavi, Aejin, Valeska Kora, Teela Kloo, Narsai Ordo, Fae Renta, Rua, Jallo Dara, Zelo Parrai, Fennec Shand, Avery, Terek Rosol, Hapvarnna, Seren, Sumi Kora

A joint operations attack yielded support from all corners of the galaxy where Mandalorians could be found. Ships, vehicles, personnel, weapons, ordnance, even smokes could be found stockpiled on the large black arrowhead shaped Harrower dreadnought 'Reckoning'. Sumi Kora had been placed in charge of establishing a beach head and creation of a Forward Operating Base (FOB). To do so, the forces had to be divided into two elements, the first to depart was the advanced party.

The Advanced Party, or AP, set down the components for a pre-fabricated base by making use of a few capital ships. Dropping the landing pads, surrounding walls, and buildings were all part of the duties tied to this group. They served an ulterior motive though, and that was to draw out the savage forces of Mandalore and have them commit to an assault they believed they could win.

That is where the second half of the Mandalorian forces came in, the half you all are a part of. Mandalorians have a long history of using shock combat, the element of surprise. It is this element the Mandalorians move for now as ships are deployed from the Harrower class with a destination below. Sumi is seen briefly on the flight line as ships are loaded up, her helmet is hooked under one arm and she's finishing a smoke, screaming at troops as they make for their Commanders and load up on the drop ships.

"COMMANDERS.. GIVE ME A THUMBS UP WHEN YOUR TROOPS ARE LOADED!" Sumi yells, sounding at home in her natural environment. With everything gearing up for deployment, they were due soon on the ground. Transmissions were already coming back detailing reports of anti-air salvo fire from moving scrap heaps, swarming troops eager to claim the new base and gear as their own, and mass force hysteria. Defenders of the FOB were already engaged in combat, and for now.. they held the line. The Reckoning was still moving its big ass into position for optimal orbital coverage, and the final half of the deployment is underway once every helmet is aboard their dropships and giving the 'good to go' to Sumi, who stands out in the open waiting for word from all the respective Commanders.

"IN! IN! SMOKE 'EM IF YOU GOT 'EM, WE'LL BE IN BUCKETS BEFORE LONG!" grabbing one passing Mandalorian in Journeyman colors and practically throwing them into the LAAT with the left up Hadrix gives them by the cowl of their armor.

A moment is taken from hollering at mando'ade to get mounted up in the Ro'Chur Jung for Hadrix to swing his gaze towards Sumi and provide the gesture once the last boots were up and into the drop bay of the gunship. Helmet worn with it resting more or less like a ridiculous hat while the cigarra in his mouth smolders and ash drops to the deck.

It's a momentary piece before the growling shout from Al'Verde Kora sounds off again, "Greeza, make sure the tubes are set for dumbfire and you better have those ball guns to spec." grumbled to the red skinned Twi'lek who just hip-bump/checks the big man on her way towards one of the transparisteel spheres mounted on the side, drawing a laugh before the big man himself swings up and in, taking his repeater from one of those already mounted up.

"Didn't get all dressed up for nothing..." smoke clenched in his teeth and now beginning to haze part of the crew compartment ceiling.

All his gear is ready. There's no need to check it yet again. Hahtavi is as ready as he can be, even having spent much of the past two days in the hospital and bacta tank, whatever was required to get his shebs fit and back into shape to join the op.

Now his armor has been repaired, bright new black pieces of beskar plates for his left leg to replace the durasteel plates that had been recently melted and mangled. Jetpack and rifles on his back, kimogila cloak removed and stowed, grenades, knives, baton, check, check, check. He turns to double check Teela's gear is nice and snug so nothing will flap around, bounce, or catch when she's hustling but she looks the veteran that she is and good to go. He gives her a light smack on the back of her helmet in lieu of a thumb's up, and checks on some others, while others yet double check his backside for anything that might be loose.

Then it's time to hustle and get where they are told to go. Bucket already on, Hahtavi gets into Hadrix's LAATi, feeling a great paw of his Al'verde grab him in passing to hurry him along with the others. It makes him grin, feeling the shared hyped up pre-combat excitement to get their blood pumping. A gauntlet reaches up to grab a strap as he gets into position and maglocks his boots for the decent, ready to go. <"OYA!">

Aejin isn't a commander. Therefore he has no thumbs up to provide. He simple hustles into one of the drop ships. He's not there to lead unless called upon. He's there to fight. He's there to do his part; as though a holocam was thrust into his face and he was intended to announce such a thing with pride. Once in position he begins to check his equipment for the third time. Most cumbersome being the concussion missile launcher strapped to his back. The good news is that if he falls over, it may very well act as the third leg of a tripod and keep him mostly upright.

Valeska knew she'd see this place again. It was inevitable. The crucible that smelted her into the Mandalorian she is now. The forge that may chew her up and spit her out. It's possible she will die on these sands. That she will see someone she cares about die. And she will certainly see a lot of death in general. Preferrably skewing towards the enemy more than those who have rallied behind the Mand'alor.

If she smoked, now would be a fantastic time for it in a chain. Instead Valeska is busy checking the charge on her carbine and adjusting the HUD wthin her helmet. The call for boots on deck is answered with a breath released and she turns on her heel and follows her clan onto Ro'Chur Jung. "Got the good rations this time," she says to Hadrix in passing. Whether he hears or cares -- eh. But she'll be eating good in between fighting for her life.

Pre-fight rituals.

Teela is seated with her helmet beside her, checking over her blaster pistols. Both of them pull in a draw, then twist back down into the holster after she's assured herself they are both loaded and opperational. Her armor has recently been patched and repaired, and she gives her left shoulder a hard crack of her knuckles to make sure it's holding, then tugs behind the plate to assure it wont slip.

"Kriffing hate testing a repair in an open engagement." She says to herself, green eyes darting across the mass of Mandalorian Warriors starting to slide down into seats aboard the dropships.

When thumbs start shooting up in response to Sumi's call and Hadrix has given the green, Teela grabs her helmet from beside her and spins it between her palms, a smirk over at Hahtavi beside her. "OYA..." Her helmet slides down and clicks into place, then her fist is knocking against Hahtavi's breast plate. <"Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur.">

Narsai had fought battle after battle on the surface of Mandalore, protecting non-combatants and evacuating refugees. Her own brother and the former leader of the Revivers had died on the homeworld below after all. This however? It felt like something different, the start of something grander and brighter...but it was going to be a hard slog. Good thing that was what most of the warriors here had proven time and time again they could thrive in. With one last signalled wave to any who were riding down on her vessel before Narsai disappeared into the Thunderheart, the redhead Ordo Alor pulling her helmet into place and powering up the systems of her beloved 'baby'.

<"We'll be landing fast and hitting hard, we've drawn the Savage Clans in and we don't wish to give them a chance to fall back."> she instructs, but this mission was Sumi's to command. With one last check she lifts a hand, offering the 'ready' signal once everyone or anyone using the Thunderheart for the landing was aboard. Narsai Ordo loved her ship, but she was eager to be on the ground and among the battle.

Fae Renta has been leaning up against one of the lower wings of the X-Wing 'Stompa'. As is customary, the Hapan has opted not to don her helmet for the opening moments of battle. Maybe it's a bit of vanity. Her hair and makeup are done up, after all. Or maybe it's that she likes the sound of it. The smell of it. Pure and unfiltered by the modulation software within her helmet, those Hapan eyes can sweep the dusty horizon as a half-smoked clove cigarra hangs from her lower lip. It's a mystery who she's stolen this one, but it doesn't seem she'll be giving it back. As the call is rung out for troops to begin loading, Fae takes one last hands-free drag from that cigarra and lets it drop to the floor beneath her. Her boot steps it out and the Hapan climbs up the wing and into Stompa's cockpit.

<<"Stompa is preparing for takeoff. Engines and weapons are hot.">> Fae chirps into comms as she flicks switches, dials nobs, and pushes the throttle of those repulsorlifts out of neutral. Stompa lifts off and glides elegantly out of the hangar and into open sky. Fae banks stompa just enough to pull out of the Reckoning's immediate airspace, but tight enough to run an effective escort.

<<"You all look pretty from out here.">>

Rua's here and boy is she looking like she might have made some bad life decisions, but hey, she's hear. She 'thunks' the helm down on the skyripper armor she's outfitted in and she brings her carbine up to check it as she waits for the landing to happen. Mandalore was a rough place and she'd been in more than one scuffle here with her own blood. So coming to kick some sense into others was a welcome thing. She gives a little murmur before she listens to the commanders, not wanting to go against what they were saying, because that is how you got very dead!

Jallo's here although he's without troops and gets his eyeless self onto one of the drop ships a physical check of his various weapons to ensure that they are secure, in place and ready to be utilized during their spearhead attack to establish their beachfront, <"I'd say I've been looking forward to this but we all know that's impossible.">

Gleaming blue beskar hides cobalt blue skin beneath as the Nautolan makes his way to board. This is a march to war, and it's no time for a head in the clouds, so Zelo walks with a clear mind and the E-11 in his gloves. The widened H-visor of his custom helmet scans those around him, marking their armors, their colors, and remembering. No one will be left behind. A glove tightens on the carbine. No one will be lost.

A nod is offered to Sumi as he takes up his position on one of the ships. A different operation, he would have sought an early insertion to cover for the others. But no Overwatch today. It will be battle. No words to share, nothing to say that isn't said. Only the silent waiting for battle, and the will to walk away from it on the other side.

Fennec had shifted away from her normal attire in favor of something that matched her scenary: dirt colored. She had initially come with the earliest of teams to land, but her mission wasn't the same as theirs. Vanishing into the shadows, she eventually crawled, hand over fist, into a position of overlook that could survewy the arrival of the advanced party. Some 'faces' she knew, others she knew by reputation. But, leaning against a small sand-blasted alcove she had to repel down to, Fennec eyes down the scope of her favored weapon, as the main cast arrived. Discarding a strip of blackened, charred calf of who-knew-what, Fennec chews thoughtfully. <"Overwatch Xesh, positioned and safety-free,"> she says simply, into her comms. There were others, Fennec knew, in similar roles.

Avery is moving into place on one of the ships, checking his gear and weaponry to make sure he's ready for whatever this planet has to throw at them. Most times Mandalore hasn't been kind... most times, hell EVERYTIME Mandalore has tried to kill them when they've placed boot on sand, he can't imagine this time will be any different.

Ammo count assessed, helmet on, HUD flaring to life, Avery gives a nod to the one in charge on his boat, ready as he ever will be for the drop to come.

Gestures given throughout the line, Sumi drops her smoke on the deck and steps on it, twisting the sole of her boot upon it before donning her helmet. She raises an arm, making a circular gesture, <<"War ain't gonna fight itself. Pilots, get us down below. Escorts.. be advised.. we are deploying now.">> Sumi jiggy-jobs to one of the transports and climbs aboard just as its VTOL thrusters fired up, bringing the ship to a hover along with the others. Deck crew bring out their flight batons helping the pilots taxi in uniformed fashion. The whole of the flightline is airborne and pivot in unison before they're given the go ahead to launch.

Ship after ship emerge from the central hangar on the Reckoning, angling down toward the atmosphere and immediately they begin to experience chop from entry. Shields shimmer into existence, and any fortunate enough to see out the view port, can see countless drop ships all launching at once and flying toward the surface like a cluster of meteors breaking through the atmosphere as fast as they can manage.

Sumi's raspy voice sounds over the entire network of comms. <<"It's gonna be a good minute.. maybe longer before the Reckoning can get her big ass into position. Until then.. our mission priorities are to hold the line and spot vehicles and suicide bombing breacher vehicles before they can reach the entrenchment and ramparts of our FOB. You will have to laze the targets, our close air support (CAS) will smash them as soon as they're able. The mission is to survive initial contact long enough to take a piece of something down here. Once our FOB is operational, and the squints handling engineering can get power online, shields will come up and the Reckoning will show these warriors how bad this day can really get!">>

<<"Stay together, fight together. For Mandalore.">> Sumi's voice cuts out as the ships break through atmosphere and cloud cover. Every ship hits super-sonic speeds, their thunderous approach the herald of a counter-attack. Those who can see out the portholes of their vessels, witness warfare in its prime. Absolute chaos consumes the skies and tracers from anti-air crisscross, attempting to harm the surplus of large vessels in the vicinity above the FOB. The desert below that is a dust storm, but Mando Optics being what they are, begin to filter in data for everyone's HUD. They can see the reticule marking Kappa Base, they can see the friendly IFF of every warrior as they're fighting, and they can see the chaos that consumes the 'front' on all sides.

<<"Be advised, we're landing under fire people, the base is presently over run. Clear out the EL-ZEE (landing zone) and proceed to the blown up wall. Forces are pouring in through that point. If we can hold that line long enough, we'll be able to bring shields on line and repel further assaults.">>

Drop ships begin to land amidst the incoming fire. Streamers from 80mm unguided rockets and splitting TSAMS whistle in the air, taking out enemy projectile missiles before they can land inside and detonating in the air. Flares stream down in large quantity and volume, firing constantly to ward off the threat of heat-seeking ordnance that might hinder off-boarding ground personnel. The phosphorus smell is thick from the discharged flares, and the white haze consumes the immediate offloading point where the Mandalorians find themselves when their ramps lower.

Phosphorus is killing the savages, and the first horror we see coming down our ramps is warriors choking on burning insides and vomiting blood. Mandalorians gun these foes down, establishing a clear landing zone, but they motion for everyone to move toward the blown up WALL, where more savages are pouring inside the base.

Sumi remains in the bird she came down on, but she issues orders over the open net. <<"Establish a field of fire on the breach zone at that wall. Air support, begin targeting the enemy vehicles outside the wall perimeter. Time to knock them back off our shields, Mando'ade.">>

FOR THOSE EXITING THE DROP SHIP, you see the breached wall

FOR THOSE EXITING THE DROP SHIP, you see the breached wall ahead of you, Mandalorians on OUR SIDE pointing you toward it. Through the breach, the smoke, and fire, savages pour through eager to overwhelm the FOB. Stop them.

The rhythmic grumble of the decades old Incom design's engines was felt more than heard within the drop bay of the LAAT Gunship. Benches at the aft end of the deployment bay had ammo and equipment stacked up and otherwise the main troop area with the hang-stanchions was all there was for room. One hand gripping the bar and the other keeping the ludicrously sized repeater cannon steady, Hadrix's head is bobbing some, the red glow visible behind his visor flicking to and fro while his shoulders rise and fall with a growing animal excitement that is visibly thrilling through his form.

The Ithorian running the cockpit, Pheegus, was deceptively quick moving in contrast to his ponderous appearance - his modified helmet with its overbroad T-Visor reflecting HUD data while Greeza and Mir were set up in the ball turrets of the craft.

<<"Cutting through atmosphere now, Al'Verde.">> the translator collar less than a second behind the lowing sounds that were the pilot's form of speech. The big man finally forced to spit the thick rolled cigarra onto the floor at his feet and then one boot crushes it out. Almost reaching out to plink Jallo's helmet - but it'd take too much with his gun to do quicklike.

<<"Copy you, Pheegus.">> switching to broad-comms for the Ro'Chur, with his own bucket down <<"We're center of the mass, wherever it's thickest. Doors will be opening when the light goes red,">> a dark blue being the illumination presently, the sensation of dropping faster and faster mixing with the gravity compensators keeping people feeling 'upright' while the ship plummets <<"Be ready to spread out if they're using ordinance">> another chinning of a tab and a blink control and his circuit switches again, this time for the Thunderheart's frequencies,

<<"Cyar'ika, see you in the trenches, mesh'la">> the lights go red and the sliding doors slam open, Mandalorians in the clear and able to opening fire with small arms all the way down while rapid fire front cannons chatter crimson plasma darts towards enemy lines and the solid energy lines of the ball turrets work to clear the landing zone. Greeza's fire showing far more effect than the elder Mir on the opposite side.

<<"DEPLOY! CLOSE THAT BREACH WITH BODIES!">> barked by Hadrix even as he takes a half step to leap clear, keeping his grav-belt from disengaging until absolutely necessary and his repeater cannon already spewing with the heavy RRUNNKRRUNNKRRUNNK grunt of its discharge pinning down some and blasting another out of their boots while the gunship waits to be emptied before lifting back up to provide air support. <<"TAKE BACK WHAT THEY'VE GAINED! HOLD WHAT YOU HAVE! NO MERCY! NO QUARTER!">> bionic eye already flicking across his hud, setting fire line markers and highlighting cover points to stack up on. His blood is already up and he's moving forward despite the blowback pressure of the weapon nearly as long as he is tall, shaking his entire body where it sets against its hip brace, his other hand pushing down on the grip bar mounted to the top - a personal customization.

Listening, Hahtavi mutters to himself as they descend, the craft shaking hard and rattling as they drop through atmo and hit lots of turbulence. <"Shields on the ground - that'll help."> The whole LAATi bounces around HARD when something goes off in close airspace and jostles Hahtavi but he's been through this all before. Either they get hit on the way down or they don't. Nothing to do but wait and see.

His HUD is light up with data incoming, giving him something to focus on - like the view of their descent. Sweet. Everything marked out, even through the dust below. His pale grey eyes behind his visor flick minutely as he takes in and absorbs the information. Hahtavi already has his Galaar off of his back and clipped to his tactical rig on the front of his armor, ready to go as soon as they are down.

There are far too many of them listening to Sumi's orders for him to acknowledge even with a double click. Hadrix will do that for his group so Haht stays off of the shared coms, listening. Good thing for helmet filters with the stench they are about to leap into below. The breached wall comes up on his HUD view and this Kora knows where he's to head for.

Soon as they are down, Hahtavi's leaping out the side of the LAAT/i and running, Galaar in hand. He clears the ship and starts looking for cover and targets both. Their HUDS start lighting up with friendlies and hostiles which is real handy in the chaos, confusion, and dust. Two shots are fired in rapid succession into the breached wall choked with incoming savages. Over his coms his Al'verde's voice, shouting orders.

As the unboarding begins with the usual set of battle cries and the rest, so too does Aejin join the chorus. He does stop however as many begin to flood into defensive positions. He kneels and begins to work at the tube strapped to his back. After a moment he finally gets it offloaded, hoisted up, and shoulders it. The concussion missile launcher held over his shoulder he trudges forward in order to achieve a position within sight of the wall breach. With so many flooding in, all bunched up; even if it's not an anti-infantry weapon, it's hard to miss when they make themselves into a roughly vehicle shape. On the way to his position his jetpack fires briefly, lifting him ever so slightly from the ground. The roar of the missile launcher spewing its payload forth and into the faces over the savages joins with the other sounds of battle. Bodies fly.

He drops the handful of feet back to the ground, kneels, and begins to reload the tube with another warhead. He's probably whistling fairly nonchalantly within his helmet.

That whistling probably stops as he comments through quiet comm means, <<"Oh hey, Hahtavi. Nice to see you here.">>

Last night they all had a lovely sit-down around an empty oil drum burning with a welcoming fire within. There were nerf ribs and wine and booze. Spirited talk and preparation for war. It was quite nice. Quiet. Tranquil.

That was, of course, the cliche calm before the storm.

Blue light. Red light. Time to go.

Emerging from their ship, Valeska has donned her helmet and is in full Mandalorian mode. The moment her boots hit sand, it is absolutely and one hundred percent on. Her carbine is at the ready but quickly slung under her arm to free a hand. Just one. Plucking a frag grenade from her thigh and hitting the button with her thumb. <"Head's up!">

Not a proper 'fire in the hole' but given the situation, big booms are a given. Besides, others did enough big booms before her to practically scream FIRE IN THE HOLE for her. Lobbing the grenade, it lands in the middle of a group of savages pouring into the breech and scatters about five them to the four corners in a glorious display.

This was a pretty well coordinated attack from the looks of it, Terek is quick to get off the ship as soon as they land, driving forward to get to cover. Things were already crazy, as the savage swarm broke through a breach in the wall.

Terek throws himself against the wall he finds himself pressed against, leaning around from cover in order to fire shots at the group. It's not accurate fire, but at this point it's just trying to cut down the sheer numbers. He should have remembered to grab some grenades before he came off the ship.

Teela grabs hold of the suicide strap above her head and tugs herself to her feet as the doors pop open. Mandalorian's pour from the open hatch into a literal warzone and she's quick on their heels. With boots back on native soil, she doesn't have time to get sentimental about being home! She charges towards cover with her blaster firing in quick succession on a pair of Savages trying to come in too close to the side of the dropship!

When the grenades go off, Teela ducks down for the blast, and then she's back up over the top angling for some cover further along. Ready to move into a flanking position as soon as a lane is cleared enough to make a dash for it.

For now, she's got the thrill of battle raging in her veins and the sound of explosions rattling her bones.

Damn it feels good to be home.

A smile beneath the Beskar at the words over her comlink and Narsai keyed the comm back. <<"I'll race you there Cyare Vod,">> she offered before the ship surged from the Hanger.

The Thunderheart did what it did best, the streaking shape of shining metal tearing its way through the sky and unleashing its laser canons and concussion missiles along with the other ships to clear the LZ. As soon as they touched down though? Narsai's armored form raced down to join the attack as the beskar-forged hilt sprang to her hand. No hesitating on wielding the weapon, Narsai raced to join the push with the others and coiled her form, springing into the air with a flare of her jetpack. The blade ignited, purple plasma springing to life with its menacing harmonic tones even before she twisted and brought her weapon through the first savage warrior and cut him clear through shoulder to hip.

The twist of her landing and rise of her weapon was something the next target managed to step back, avoiding the blow only for the petite Ordo woman to spring forward and drive the weapon clean through him with a vicious stab.

Pulling the weapon free, Narsai exhaled a breath and lifted the saber to prepare to defend herself and those behind her from the fire incoming.

<<"I have a visual on enemy vehicles en route to the FOB. That means we are weapons free.">> Fae says over comms, banking hard right and whirrrring back around as the friendly Mandalorians on the ground laser sight that oncoming truck. The targeting reticle at the center of the X-Wing's display flickers and flashes and -pings- as that target is locked. Stompa angles towards the FOB in the same direction the vehicle is moving and four heavy laser cannons chunk plasma towards the unlucky souls within. From the FOB, friendly mandalorians are able to bear witness to the sight of an X-Wing melting an incoming vehicle to scrap and then banking left to loop around for another run. Fae's head tips to look out the viewport of the cockpit to assess for threats.

<<"Splashed one, but you've got more on the way. Taking her back around for another run, keep them locked for me.">>

Rua's never fought with this group before, so she's not sure what is good banter and what is not. So she is on the quieter side as the advance happens. She makes sure to get psyched up, preparing to be shot at. Because that'll get your blood going faster than any stimulant in the galaxy. The Pantoran's face is hidden by the helmet that she's wearing, which gives her the private moment to give a bit of breath out over the out pouring of savages that come through the breach. Well...frick. She follows others out with shout, her carbine coming up to take two shots at the first target she can lock onto.

Jallo comes off the transport the E-14 being pulled from it's thigh holster and stock extended with an audible click as it locks into place before he raises the small even for a carbine to his shoulder. He aims down at some of the Savages through the breach snapping off two shots at one of them missing both as he continues the forward movement off the drop ship towards cover of some sort so that he's not standing in the way of the next Mandalorian to exit the drop ship. <"I'd blame my eyes but I think it's got to be something else that caused me to miss"> Not over comms but loud enough for any nearby to have heard.

Zelo has seen battles. Plenty. Some from very close, most at a much more tactical distance. The scene when ramps drop in the LZ is not a battle. It's a war. Phosphorous and burning smells, air tinged with copper, have the Nautolan wishing for something as luxurious as a filter on this helmet, even though he'd never trade it for another. Head tendrils with their extra sensitivities contract in that durasteel basket of theirs in the back of the custom helm's head. But there's no time to react to the scene, beyond holding back the onrushing horde.

Zelo's quick to break from the ramp and find the first rock big enough to take a knee behind and use as a brace to steady his aim, as well as provide him some cover. The shot's don't have to be clean when so many are pouring through the breach in the wall, but he lines them up anyway. Sees the unfortunate chosen right before red plasma bolts lance from him dropping one, then the other with shots to necks that will never be healed in time. Two lives over, but so many more still pouring in. Small victory and a drop in the bucket.

<"Covering as best I can! Don't think there's much point in keeping the count."> Quietly in that durasteel helm, the Nautolan wills his weapon to recharge faster. There are too many foes to wait so long. Waiting is the opportunity to move up for the next rock, advancing on the breach, but keeping wise cover for now.

Fennec, Overwatch Xesh, watched the drop ships arcing through the air and dropping their very angry Mandalorians intent on storming the breach. When the battle was met at the wall, Fennec followed the shoulders of the front lines. She watched as the Ordo Clan Leader dove for the line, and Fennec adjusted the rifle slightly before squeezing off a pair of blasts that cut down some fool that was charging the line. Probably charging Narsai. Probably saved her life. Who knows! <"You seem to have upset them. All of their attention is on the breach,"> Fennec feeds into the comms.

The chaos seen from the ship portholes is nothing unfamiliar, perhaps a larger quantity than normal, but certainly nothing he hasn't seen before. The silver and blue Slicer's Y-visored helmet looks to those around him, offering a nod amidst the turbulence as they plummet toward the ground. At nearly the last second, the ship ignites its thrusters hard, slowing their descent before they crash into the desert sand. A loud thump and the quick hissed release of hydraulics later, the Mandalorian troops are exposed to the calamity first hand.

Avery is thankful the for the filtration system as they poor from the dropship, the smell of baking savage is not a pleasant one. Carbine ready and blazing, Avery is making his way into the fray, seeking the breached wall his Alor informed them of. Spotting the destination, a dark grin slips across his lips beneath the gleaming silver of his Doomseeker armor and, living up to the name of that gear, he rushes forth to meet the flood.

Meeting the charge is about all he does, amid the fight, his double attack of searing plasma simply adds color to the otherwise smokey battlefield. Still, he pushes forward, wrestling his way toward the weakened defense in order to bolster the line if, in nothing else, numbers alone. It's almost overwhelming, the amount of red colored targets that pour through the opening and seek to claim their base for their own, but this lot isn't aware of who they're engaging... they picked the wrong FOB to attack...

Those dropping in will have the (mis)fortune of being beside the loud, gaudy, brightly colored and decorated Togruta. Y'gritti. Ori'Hapvarnna. He twists gears, fragmentation grenades tugged off his bandolier and NOT-SO-SECRETLY slid onto the person of the Red Huntress.

Little 'charms' from carved bone fused with bullet-casings slung over those of his Clan, often when they're not looking. "Waaaa-hahahahaaa!" The shaking. The thunder of gunfire. The hiss of blastfire. As the chaos begins, so is Hapvarnna following the rest. "Don't you HEARRR it? The Drrr-rrr-rrread! Then will come the stomp of The Dreadfiiiiinders! The DoomSEEKers! They come! We, come." The projectile-rifle's bolt-action is worked a few times, a heavy-caliber slid in and locked. That mechanized trilling of the Togruta rising through his fire-painted helm again. "SUUUUUUUUUN! He WATCHES Us, Korrr-rrr-rrraaaa!" The rifle doesn't truly train on a subject. There's bodies. Hapvarnna is /excited/! The trigger is pulled, and even as he misses, there comes a raise of that rifle - "Ay! Ayyy!" Followed by a tugging a CryoBan grenade off his bandolier. Laughter, shrill, keens afterwards.

Like the others, Seren rushed out of the dropship when the moment arrived. There was no time for second thoughts or hesitation. Not at this stage in the game. She assumed a defensive position, firing at the enemy as they made themselves visible. And luckily for Seren, there were /a lot/ to choose from.

Sumi's vessel is airborne briefly, but she drops out to land in the area deemed command. From her vantage, she witnesses that the command is being overrun with warriors, but that will change. Dropping into the fight, she swings a fist, missing, then headbutts the first guy she sees. <"YEAH! Hahaa!"> Thus, everyone is in a battle.

The FOB is reinforced by several hundred Mandalorians. Their war cry dominates the brief pockets of concussive blasts from rockets, grenades, and the vehicle put to death by a T-70 X-Wing banking overhead in a roar of engines and thrusters. Dust swirls around them like they're stuck in a bowl, but superior Mandalorian technology allows them to track enemy combatants with ease. Those savages who found themselves in the FOB realized they were stuck in there with these reinforcements, and to their credit, they fought to the last man.

Several Commanders scream for Mando'ade to reach the walls, while Alor'Ordo and Commander Hadrix head up a company filling in the gap at the wall. Suppressive fire bites back out, heralding the arrival of friendly forces who cut down invaders breaching the wall, eliminating their number in an oddly easy sense of victory.

What was once a raging war has become quiet now. Fires crackle, smoke swirls, and dust begins to settle with loud plops where they were blown airborne from explosions.

<"IS THAT IT?! HAHA!"> One Mando down the line screams, prompting more cheers from along the walls, but those silence at the sound of war drums in the distance. War drums followed by a long-howling horn. Reports from every angle of the wall indicate the FOB is completely surrounded on all sides. Sumi cuts through the fearful comm chatter abruptly,

<<"SET ASIDE FEAR, MANDO'ADE. THEY GIVE US THE ADVANTAGE! NOW, EVERY DIRECTION WE SHOOT KILLS OUR ENEMY! HOLD WHAT YOU GOT!">>

It's not clear what horror approaches until a huge number of trash-heap war speeders come into view. They're ALL AROUND the base. Several begin to head in toward the breached wall, the only weak point of Firebase KAPPA. <<"Mando'ade, this is Sana of Kora. Laze these target vehicles for destruction, or if you favor being bold, land upon the large ones and bring the fight to them. They must not breach our perimeter. The shields are nearly online, and Mandalor indicates the Reckoning is nearly within optimal firing range. Do what must be done, Mandalorians. OYA!">>

Within jump range, one large speeder truck is bearing down hard toward the breached section of Kappa. It is followed by five other vehicles, each with their own complement of Mandalorian warriors eager for battle. Kappa becomes a sight to behold as warriors fire from every direction in defense of their beach head.

<<"Ro'Chur Jung, Stompa, we have your wing.">> the old GAR gunship swinging to assist the X-Wing once it has cleared, missiles ratcheting down their 'chain' to the firing tubes and the ball turrets swiveling forward to trace targets set by the pilot. Visible in the cockpit bubble, Pheegus is working the controls with ease and in their respective turrets Greeza and Mir's head move as though in debate as much as calling targets.

<<"Avery, Zelo - skirmish line. Hahtavi with Terek, vanguard flank.">> head on a swivel, Hadrix drops to a kneeling posture with the rangefinder antennae swinging down over his visor, a series of trills and targeting indicators shifting with his movements before they lock a solid red and LOCK ACQUIRED begins pulsing on his HUD.

<<"Ori'Hap... Anoint them so they can meet their gods or whatever they think is after death.">>

The missile is cut loose, spiraling out from his jetpack, skimming along the ground in a terrain following flight guided by his optical systems before a miniscule dip takes it under the largest transport with a ground shuddering detonation that causes sympathetic detonations from overloads in the repulsor drives, putting the crafts nose against the sand and stone. Dust spumes to either side giving a muffled tone to the grind and crackle of metal and rock that ends with the track up against the breech, halted before it and stopping others from getting in.

<"This is my rekking door..."> growled out over externals while he settles to firing posture again.

<<"Oya, vod!">> That to Aejin's coms, but Hahtavi's a little busy for chit chat and wants to keep his coms clear for listening to orders. There's a quick glance at the rocket Aejin fires and a fierce grin but he has no time for more than that. Too much to track here. Senses hyped up, it's like being on the best drug possible - BATTLE.

The brief sounds of many voices around him on sub channels or near by in person. There's so much noise. As best he can, Hahtavi's keeping tabs on his comrades though most of his attention is, by necessity, on keeping himself from harm and firing away on hostiles to try and staunch the flow inrushing through the breach. His Galaar fires again and again about as rapidly as he can, sighting in on targets one after the other.

That's when Haht hears Sana's voice over their coms. <<Hahtavi copies, Sana!">> He fires off his jetpack and sails up into the air, cutting through the dust. If it wasn't for his helmet's Heads Up Display he could hardly see osik. A gauntlet reaches back to draw out a frag grenade as he gains altitude, seeking for one of the vehicles mentioned. This Kora zips over and hucks a grende right into one of the speeders, dropping that puppy right into the driver's lap. Hahtavi doesn't linger to see what chaos errupts, he keeps moving. His helmet's optics pick up the explosion behind him as he adjusts his flight.

<<"Hahtavi copies, Al'verde. Splash one speeder. Elek, vanguard flanking.">> And back down towards the breach he heads, pulling out another grenade. Smok'm if you got'm! Where Terek might be in all this mess, Hahtavi has no idea until he's closer.

Another warhead twisted into place and Aejin again brings the missile launcher to his shoulder. It's in time for Hadrix to fell the great behemoth of a speeder that the dirty savages roll in on. Which seems a suitable target for Aejin's own payload. He shoots his load at and all over that speeder. It doesn't score a critical hit however, but the resulting explosion does at least scorch a few dismounting bodies. Once again Aejin kneels, hefts the launcher from his shoulder, and sets to the task of reloading it. Even if he's prepared to drop it in favor of switching to his sidearm for defensive purposes. Hahtavi's answer is accepted, but when he doesn't continue on with the conversation... this Mandalorian switches over to another person for battle-conversation, <<"Seren, how are things? Jallo, good to see you here too.">>

Valeska wants to find the Mando that yelled 'is that all?' and smack him so hard upside the head his anceastors will feel it. But there's no time. Hadrix has made them a wall for the breech via exploded tanker full of baddies and there's still more work to be done. A running start and a jump takes Valeska into the sky; pulling out a device from her belt and helmet swivelling. There's so many juicy targets she can't possibly pick on--- <"You.">

Jetpack FLARES and she flies in closer to one from the herd -- but not too close -- marking it with a laser that lights it up like a beacon on their collective HUDs. <"Got one here for ya.">

Teela spins out of her cover and searches the LZ until her visor falls upon an unmanned speeder bike parked up near the primary landing zone. She holsters her weapon as she runs and throws a leg over the fuselage. Pedal down, handle cranked, and she spins the back end of the bike around in a wide arc angling towards a foot ramp at the inside of the inflated wall.

She throttles the bike and roars off, cutting the front axel to leap out over the wall, hanging suspended for a dozen feet until it crashes down on the repulsors. The back end fishtails, but she controls it, sending off sprays of dirt and sut behind her as her weapond raws in her right hand... Riding right up at one of the remaining smaller speeders!

She pedals right and twists the throttle to whip around with her hand extending out to fire two shoots through at the driver. The first hits the seat and he ducks to try and avoid the second, which hits him right in the side of his face.. It sends all of his weight to the right and pulls the speeder with it. It clips the wreckage of the speeder Hahtavi dispatched and stops it dead in its tracks with a smoking front end.

Her foot plants on the dirt, throttling again, she cuts out wide on the speeder with her cape flapping out behind her.

Enemies advancing, the real assault begins and missiles fill the air sending shrieking metal and debris into the air. All the while the singing plasma weapon in Narsai's hand, while deadly in close quarters wasn't going to offer much aid at range. After all, crazy as Narsai often was in her rocket-fueled bladed assaults on advancing forces, the Ordo Alor was aware they were trying to hold long enough for the Reckoning to unless hell. A hell she didn't want to be perched atop of a speeder when it came down on it.

Then the blast tips the speeder and the howling tide of Savage Mandos spill out of it, filling the breach with men seeking to storm where their vehicles could not. Narsai actually grins a little behind her helmet, that savage baring of teeth as the excitement and adrenaline thrums through her veins as much as the hum of her weapon fills her ears.

A little twirl of the weapon given, the saber seeming 'eager' to move like a living thing as Narsai strode towards the rushing forces that tried to push through her allies fire and then she sprun into the brutal dance of slashing, striking and whirling. Two fall quickly, but there were plenty more coming.

<"Sana Ryder. Love that bitch."> Fae murmurs into local comms. The repulsorlifts throttles are banked down as she pulls the stick between her thighs to the left. It's shoved forward as she accelerates through the turn, kicking up sand as X-Wing's powerful engines torch towards where those remaining light vehicles remain just outside the FOB. The sudden rotation makes her squeeze her thighs to keep blood pushed towards her core, and she gives a well-ingrained shake of her head to stop the fluid in her inner ear from spinning. Fae rips towards the FOB with engines hot and banks hard when she arrives, peppering the ground with a series of shot that not only looks cool, but also manages to kick up a whole lot of sand that might make driving them more difficult!

She doesn't hit anything, but the important thing is intimidation. And the fact that she's coming around for another pass.

Rua has one of those lasers that they can mark targets with...but boy, her calculations were WAY off. The Winiata gets a visor full of blowing sand as things go blowing by. "Damn it!" she growls out as she gives a frown. Back to the shooting it would be for a moment so that others could try their hand at the targeting of vehicles.

Jallo sighs a bit as he shifts his point of aim from outside the breach to the Savages exiting the wrecked speeder like wolf spider spawn after momma's been squished, <"Ooooh a target rich environment!"> He snaps off a couple of shots again one of them impacting and a quiet whoop can be heard coming from his helmet, <"I knew it wasn't the rifle! Had to be my eyes!">

The breach secured. At least, for the moment. All about, there is death, some on the way and some already achieved. Zelo stands at the wall, weapon ready and assessing the oncoming vehicles.

'Avery, Zelo - skirmish line.'

The Nautolan moves apace on the order to find an ideal angle on the large, semi-exploded speeder grinding right up to the breach as the Al'verde stands to greet it. Mandalorians pile out in droves, more than a couple dozen going from far to nearly on top of the defending force. <"Opening fire!"> The call isn't strictly needed - it's not as though the shooting has ever even come close to stopping - but... Habits. As the Mandalorians pile out of the speeder's wreck, one pops up just in time to take a plasma bolt in the shoulder - only the way where it passes through and out the other. Slumping down, the freshly-made body makes a small traffic jam for the one behind it. As the fallen-upon one behind heaves and pushes the other to the side, the same breach leads to a much worse fate as plasma takes them in the head. Another delay for those dismounting.

<"Firing as fast as the targets come, but I think some are going to make it this time! Keep an eye on them!">

From the butt of Fennec's rifle, a small sphere is pulled free. After a moment it begins to hum and come to life, rising into the air. A few blinking lights begin to pulse, while Fennec returns to looking down range for the moment. "Focus on the breach, get me those vehicles," she says to herself as her hand rises to toggle her weapon with a 'click'. Then, her hand is settling on the rifle again. Soft breath. Exhale. Inhale. "There it is, get me that one," she says. The little droid feeds through her rifle, before displaying a small holographic image of the remaining vehicles. One, unlike the others, is bright orange. <"Marked,"> Fennec says into communications, before adding, to the droid, "Hold it until we have scrap."

Calls for action come out, specifically a request from Hadrix for him and Zelo to be on the giving side of a lot of pain to the incoming horde. <<"Got it, on my way.">> Avery searches for the Nautolan among the rabble, dark emerald eyes searching for the familiar azure blue of his clan mate's beskar. He doesn't spy him immediately among the chaos of the scene, red and green HUD markers lighting up the scene more like a celebration of Life Day instead of the brutal battle that is. Regardless, he trusts the man to be alright and respond to the call just as he is.

With a quick ignition, Avery fires his jets and lifts off from the mess he's in, his target, landing in a deeper mess than before... behind enemy lines where the fighting seems to be the thickest. As he drops, his usually exceedingly accurate E-11 is lifted to create a clear spot for landing. The trigger is depressed twice and two bolts of blinding red leap from the barrel of his blaster, flying aggressively toward the mass of savages below. As threatening as they may be in the air, the two collide with the sand and make a pretty shower of new glass to pelt his targets with, at least heralding his arrival with a measure of fanfare. "This is getting ridiculous..." Avery grumbles as he plants among the baddies, at least he cleared a space for his descent if not quite in the way he had wanted.

Finding Hahtavi in all of this craziness is not going to be easy. Never the less, Terek moves towards the vanguard line, to make himself into a wall that the savage forces won't be able to break through.

Of course doing so is going to be easier said than done. Eventually the cathar Mandalorian finds his dark armored compatriot in all the chaos. He fires a burst of shots from his pistol as he comes up behind him, <"You know if you wore some bright red or pink you would be far easier to find in situations like this."> Says the cathar wearing camoflage colors on his armor.

At Hadrix's command, Hapvarnna rises in the dust and debris like a golem. A mechanical thing. The glittering 'horns' of the tall helm shine from that sunstone on top - and upon the HUD of all Fighter Craft one of the Speeders is highlighted. <"Ay! Ayyyy! Sh'k! Korrr-rrr-rrraaaa! Gaze! Gaze at yourrr PREY! Naked. Unfit. No arrr-rrr-rrmor. No furrr."> A hand rises, and in it? A Cryoban Grenade. <"They who are WEAK to flame! To COLD!">

The Togruta doesn't cease his chanting, but often the comms crackle with some guttural Togruta word. His armor gleaming. Flame-kissed. The HUDs lighting up orange as his tracking-systems remain locked on the vehicle for the fighters above.

<"Well, you know. It's hit or miss."> Seren answers Aejin's question in the most literal way possible as she continues to pick out targets to shoot.

Sumi is still fighting at the CiC, but that ends the moment she breaks their neck, then Mando kicks the other down the stairs before slamming shut the door and latching it. <<"Where are my god damned shields at, eggheads?!">> Funny she should ask, because the shields come online just as the vehicles open fire along the walls of the FOB. Impact tremors make the shields shimmer in glittering blue, making odd noises like loud water drops all around the FOB. <<"Shields are online, Alor'Kora.">>

<<"Hmm, very well. Kora to Mand'alor. We have established a beach head. Ready for you to take out the trash, sir.">>

The Arrowhead shaped Harrower class dreadnought blocks the sun as it settles into position over the area from HIGH up. Shadows blanket the field of battle despite laser lances going back and forth in the sudden darkness.

Sumi's voice cuts over the main comms, <<"ALL CALL SIGNS, BRACE BRACE, BRACE!">>

The clouds part suddenly as massive beams of red rain down from various angles. Vehicles marked by laser designators explode on impact as sand is transformed to glass in an instant, and columns of dust, dirt, debris is flung from all around. The barrage is reinforced by massive double heavy cannon fire, each turret rotating into position along the ventral hull of the massive ship. The massive batteries can be heard from high up as concussive thunderheads followed by screaming shells of hot tibanna impacting the ground all around the base. The concussive force is warded off by the energy in the shields, and Mandos can get a clear picture of what horror awaits the clans who have waged war here for countless decades.

They are obliterated, even as they flee. Those moving outside the shadow of the 'black wings' are chased then by Journeyman fighters spilling in from above, screaming by at super-sonic speeds. <<Forming up on your wing, Lady Fae,">> One announces, the squadron joining the errant T-70 X Wing and the Y-Wing that had been with her.

Fighting at the breech has not stopped. A ruthless 20 Mandos still maintain their fight and remind the invaders they fight to every last man.

This is the way.

Brace.

Hadrix is close, even to where the shields are and he's able to tuck lower and lean into the shockwave for it to begin shoving him backwards, trying to straighten him up - so he hunkers lower, shoved over onto his side and sent scraping along the ground with his Pig dragging with him before one arm swings round to slam the ground at the same moment he kicks up to flip up and backwards into the momentum.

Landing on his feet, skidding halted, the big man pulls a sphere from his belt and thumbs the activator even as he sight up where he intends to throw.

<<"Frag out.">> stated before he throws, hard, sending the little ordinance ball hurtling across the distance with enough force that when it strikes the back of a fleeing savage's helmet there is an audible *PWONG* and the poor rekker pitches forward just before the grenade airbursts to speed shrapnel into them and their fellows - blasting them aside and leaving a half dozen motionless on the ground.

<<"Didn't cook it long enough...">>

Down he comes, zeroing in on Terek's IFF marker in his bucket's HUD. Hahtavi appears out of the smoke and dust flying and settles back to earth, his boots coming down inside of the breach wall to back up Terek's position as ordered. <"Vod."> There's no time for anything else as the shields suddenly come up all around them - thankfully! Even through the haze, dust and fog of war the base's shields are a shimmering that is obvious.

There's still a number of savages who'd made it through the breach in the wall. Hahtavi pulls another grenade, his rifle hanging by the tactical rig over his front. Somewhere along the fighting he's been hit in the upper right arm. Thankfully, he's not right handed.

<<"FRAG OUT!">> But NOBODY HEARS YOU HAHTAVI as the Reckoning suddenly lets loose and FRIES EVERYTHING outside of their shields. Holy osik! Haht can't see drek as his helmet visor suddenly blacks completely out and he can't see a thing! But he can't very well /stand/ there with a live grenade in his gauntlet either so ...

The shabla grenade gets hucked in the direction of the hostiles but there's no way Haht can't see until his helmet's optics recover from the blazing light of the Reckoning's orbital strikes. Unlike Hadrix, Hahtavi doesn't look nearly so heroic even backlit by all the explosions.

The grenade goes off somewhere and blows savages off their feet this way and that just as Haht's helmet compensates and he can see again. <"Osik.">

<<"I hear you. You hit some, you miss some, the important thing-->>" Aejin then cuts off in his battlefield chit-chat with Seren. Because he's shot. They didn't miss. He grits his teeth through the pain. Merely a flesh wound. Merely a flesh burn, technically. That doesn't stop Aejin from gathering himself up, dropping the launcher into the dirt and sand which rises up in a cloud. He shakes his arm out and a series of roars are heard as a trio of rockets dummy fire from his wrist and announces as he does so, <<"Rockets, plural, out">>! He shifts with the launching of each rocket; hoping to maximize enemy casualties while minimizing friendly casualties. And by minimize, that mostly means: negate entirely. The Reckoning makes bigger explosions though. So really it's like Aejin did very little in that moment. If a Dreadnought lays waste to a few hundred yards - or even a few miles - around you and you fire a rocket at a target... did you really fire a rocket at a target or was it all part of your imagination? The launcher attached to his left vambrace suggests that he did, in fact, send three rockets into the breach.

Vehicle marked. Vehicle no longer in existance. As lumbering shadow from above all settles into place and unleashes plasma hell upon their immediate area, Valeska is already flying back to rejoin her kin. Her knees absorb the landing with ease; a bend to take the weight and on the rebound, her carbine is drawn back up at the ready. And she---

BRACE!

A curse and Valeska is ducking behind the thickest rubble she can find; hunkering low and grunting at the impact that shakes the whole damn planet. The aftershock comes and no matter how low she gets, no matter how much she digs her boots in, Valeska is knocked back and tumbles ass over tea kettle.

In the aftermath, she barely has time to get her senses and rise up to one knee. Carbine out and her first direct shots of the war to retake Mandalore are promising. For her, anyways. Not so much for the two nameless brutes she just erased, but their bodies will return to the planet and isn't that how all Mand'ade want to go?

Her ears are still ringing, though.

EK-EK-EK

The speeder bike curls back around with a wave of sand spraying out from the back-end. It sends off waves of heat as she sits temporarily idle while the Reckoning rains down righteous thunder upon the battlefield and announces the first volley of Mand'alor's return to Manda'yaim. There are, yet, speeders trying to escape. Mirage like in the distance as they turn tail and run back to the safety of their savage huts, but they'll not be getting away so easily!

Their time here has ended.

No witnesses.

Teela leans forward onto the throttle and rockets forward over the dunes in pursuit, weaving through wreckage... dodging through the new glass formations left behind by the vengeful fire from the shadow over the sun.

One of drivers ahead peers back at her and tries to take a shot, but she swerves, ducking behind a bit of new reflective rock sticking out of the sand like a monument for the Reclaimation of Mandalore. Foolishly, he thinks he's hit her, or at the very least lost her in the maze of glass... until she slams up against him from the other side. The rebound off in opposite directions, Teela with her blaster extended firing and him trying to keep from smashing into one of those pillars of glass. Any chance he had is dashed when she hits him in the shoulder.

He tries to recover, but never does. The vehicle eruptions into a flash of fire with wreckage flung out around the column with a rain of broken glass particulate.

<"Haa'taylir ni!!">

The enemy was pushed back, the fire was raining down from the sky and the Mandalorian defenders were clearly winning the day, yet as the sands of Mandalore shook and the world lit up around her Narsai was still lost in the whirling fray of blades and blaster bolts, moving through the fire of both enemy and ally alike with either confidence, trust or insanity. Maybe it was a mix of all three, but the Ordo Alor put it to use as the singing saber sliced through two more foes and left their remains still glowing faintly at the edges while they fell still.

By the time her weapon rose again? The large swarm of hostiles that had spilled toward her was little more than scraps, Narsai herself exhaling a breath of adrenaline-fueled delight at the rush of the battle even as it drew to a close.

<<"Hahahaha... ohhhh, that's beautiful. I see you, Sandviper.">> Fae Renta's voice rings out over comms as hell rains from heaven. She weaves and winds through the heavy artillery as those speeders start to flee in an attempt to escape. More fighters join her in the air and Fae swivels her head to look at those that have begun to form up on her wing. She banks right, away from the direction of the line of fleeing speeders, and those on her wing bank with her.

<<"Took your sweet time. Thought you'd show up for the fun part?">> Fae asks with a giggle, and then banks left, lining her and those with her up with a perfect parallel line.

<<"Where do you think they're going?">> she asks.

<<"To die, I think.">> Another pilot asks.

<<"Ohhh, that's a good one.">> She responds.

Squeezes the trigger.

Rains down some more Hell from Heaven.

Rua's not trying that Laze thing again, she'd be better off shooting at things! She swings the carbine around, managing to down one of the already wounded and she fires at the next moving target, which she misses by a Concord mile. "Could you twist an ankle or something!" she shouts. Yes, she absolutely wanted them to trip. It would be a bit easier in all this madness!

The Alor'Kora's call to brace is just enough warning for Zelo to duck his head down and take cover. Glimmering blue shields or no, filtering in the visor's display or no, orbital guns are coming and the sniper knows better than to risk his vision with targets still on the field. The shake in the ground is still enough to interrupt equilibrium as pounding shot after pounding shot punishes not only those who resist this incursion force, but the planet from whence they came. Knees shaking from the compensation, the Nautolan rises up, looking over those on this side of the wall around the breach and seeing - some hurt but - all still standing who had come with them.

More shots are taken, but there's a ringing in the Nautolan's hearing - early seeds of tinnitus, possibly - and a small slosh in his balance. Still, leaning on the wall, the plasma bolts find homes in foes and two of those who'd already had a hard enough day find their days at swift end finally. The fierce battle seems to slowly die out after the decisive contribution from the reckoning. Or Zelo just can't quite hear too many more shots being fired. That ringing is loud.

"Blast," Fennec exclaims, as her position became compromised and fire started heading her way. Almost immediately as the Fire from the Heavens rained down, Fennec was on her feet, relocating. She drops low and slides down a small portion of the ledge, coming to rest just as the rifle is against brought to her shoulder and she sends a pair of blasts down range. Then, she's on the move again. Always have an exit plan.

As she rushes towards the inevitable termination of the ledge, a hand rises to hook a small hook and clasp onto a mounted tactical rope. In a flash, she was out of view. Gone, into the shadows.

After he lands, one of those nearby manages to get a shot off in his direction, thankfully the silvered Mandalorian is able to sidestep the blast, his Y-visor tracking the attempt as it sails into the distance. <"I think we may have trained at the same school of accuracy!"> Avery declares, lifting his E-11 in the individual's direction to make a point. Predictably, both shots fly wide and bury themselves in the wall near the surprised savage.

<"Stormtrooper Academy, right?"> He asks with a shrug, the sardonic grin hidden by the helmet that covers his visage. Regrettably, the fellow didn't have a chance to answer as he was gunned down by one of his comrades who was more accurate than he. Avery's attention shifts over to the one who cut down his target and waves a thanks, leaning over to whisper to the corpse on the ground. <"I think they went to a better school...">

Around that time the call to brace comes out and the ground shakes from the bombardment. Those that weren't set had fallen to the ground and were quickly mopped up by the crew that arrived in the dropships. Avery stands amidst the carnage, the dust from the attack slowly clearing about them, the lot at his feet felled by other's shots. With a shrug, he checks the carbine in his hand, giving the thing a couple of shakes in case a broken piece rattled about, and looks to find another target to engage.

The shot that comes in stops whatever reaction Terek was going to have to Hahtavi, a bolt managing to catch him just below his chest plate and knocking him backwards. He lays there dazed for a moment, his left hand coming to his gut to hold pressure against it, as he pushes himself up to a knee.

Just in time for literal hell to rain down from above, blinding the area with kicked up sand and forcing Terek to duck his head down. Unable to see what the hell he's doing, he never the less raises his blaster and pulls the trigger until the power pack registers empty.

He assumes after that display that even the attackers will realize they're outgunned and retreat. They can't be able to stand up to another strike like that.

The battlefield wasn't exactly the place to engage in friendly banter, so when Aejin cut off mid-sentence, Seren wasn't about to hold it against him. She had her own things to deal with, after all. Like blasting more of the enemy! Which she did, and that time without missing.

As the skies part, as fire and light and GREATNESS comes raging down upon the earth to turn skin into bone and bones into dust -- Hapvarnna stands amidst it all. When Sumi calls to brace, Ori'Hapvarnna finds a stone embankment, presses his back against it and swings arms open wide. <"SUUUUUUUUUUUN! THE SHINING-ING-ING TYRAAANT! FATHERRR!"> The words devolve into fanatic gibberish that sounds more like Hapvarnna is foaming at the mouth. It matters not. The flame-painted armor is put to the test as the intensity of the heat, and blast itself, hurls Hapvarnna against that stone - and a rogue shot slings itself into his chestplate to leave a scorchmark. A rib is made sore. But even if he was stabbed in the heart, nothing could stop the sensation he felt now, watching through the T-visor as his God burned away all of The Enemy.

Sumi Kora joins the fight at its end, landing with her kin and allies alike to provide their enemies with the death they long for, the death all Mandalorians long for. She fights one, casting them upon the jagged poles of rebar, impaling them. The final warrior that remained, was shot down by a series of allies, putting them to rest in the sand and spelling victory for Firebase Kappa.

the Reckoning maintains its current flight pattern, moving so it can stay airborne. Meanwhile, the fighters flying in formation with Lady Fae and Sana wipe out the targets that flee, leaving scarred desert, and a freshly blooded firebase pocked by war on its ramparts. This was only one battle, but it proved the mettle of Mand'alor's forces. It sent a message.

Sumi's voice cuts over the open channel. <<"Inform Mand'alor we can now move our forces ground side. With a secure beach head, the next phase of the operations may begin. I need scouts sent out to every corner of this world. Inform the natives that Mand'alor has arrived. They may join us at Firebase Kappa, or they can find an early grave. This is the way.">> Word would be sent separate to the allies they gained in previous campaigns. Safe haven would be found behind the shields and ramparts of Kappa, for as long as Mandalorians breathed to defend it.