Log:Mandalorians Reclaim Ordo: Part 1

Mandalorians Reclaim Ordo: Part 1

OOC Date: May 13, 2016
Location: Ordo
Participants: Russ Ordo, Narsai Ordo, Laika, Navi Kryze, Ophelia, Oriana, Rax Vaelus

The meeting is quick. With such a small group it should be. It is so quick that Russ can explain the mission parametres on the way to the drop craft currently aboard the Malachor. "We are going on a scouting mission. The target planet is one that the galaxy has forgotten about, alot of star maps don't even make note of the name instead reducing it to a series of numbers. It is a largely desert world, with a strip of vegetation around the equator. However this planet is important to me. Those who know it's name call it Ordo. It is the home planet of my clan dating back to the Mandalorian expansion."

Russ shakes his head as he ducks into an odd looking boarding craft. Inside there is barely enough room for the three of them and there is no visible pilot. Once they are all inside the door hisses closed and locks, trapping them in near total darkness. "I have recieved intelligence lately that a large pirate cartel have more or less taken over the planet and are using it as their home base. Reffitting to fight, producing spices you name it this planet is a pirate paradise. These pirates seem to be a little different however. It seems from what my intelligence experts have been able to glean, that they are backed by the first order."

If Russ says anything else it is lost in the deafening sound of machinery and the sickening sense of movement as they are swung out of the docking bay on an arm, the planet coming into view far, far below. He is heard for a few seconds again before being drowned out by the roar of massive engines "Oh and i thought it would be a good opportunity to test out our new supercommando quick strike craft." The arm lets go of their torpedo like landing craft, the engine carrying them almost impossibly fast towards the planet below.

Of course, Oriana would of happily helped on any mission, more so one that possibly involved the FO. And so she'd stand there, weapons ready - a grenade or two, throwing knives, rifle and vibrosword, her simple armour fitted and on. Listening to run there is a sharp now, those big brown eyes moving to the planet for a second, then go to look around and return to him. "Well they won't know what's coming, if you ask me."

"I hate deserts..." Navi murmurs, strapping herself into the odd craft. "So who's flying this thing?" The information goes by her, absorbed and processed as much as she can on only four hours of sleep. "First Order? Sounds like we're in for it. And we're only taking three operators? Even for a recon run?" And then the craft drops free, without a visible pilot! At insane speeds! "A /shakedown/ on a ship with no pilot?! On /this job/?! Even if we survive a crash, we have no way home! Russ, we have /got/ to discuss your idea of fun /in depth/!" she all but shouts, punctuated by a murmur of, "I'm gonna die in a leftover torpedo..."

The planet comes up sickenly quick, luckily they are tightly restricted and near blind in the 'Torpedo'. It shakes bone crushingly as they plummet through the atmosphere, before the retro-thrusters fire mere hundreds of metres above the ground. Their craft slows, but not enough to make it a pleasant landing. The craft ploughs into the soft sand of the desert, throwing the people inside the craft hard against their restraints. Russ stands and pushes open the door with a grunt before jumping out. "So thats what that feels like...When i have my Basilisk trained i am going to have to do that again!"

Buckled up tight Oriana swallowed the lump of worry in her throat, deep downs he thinks they are going to crash in this insane ship! Though they don't, holding her breath until they've stopped it's released slowly, big eyes looking at Navi in a 'holy shit' sort of way as they are thrust against their seats, and then button holding her harness together is tapped and it's released. Gathering her nerves she goes to follow Russ, shaking her head. "Okay.. but you're crazy."

Navi has to swallow her scream. The landing is as bad as she had expected, but somehow she is still alive. "Oww... ow-ow-ow..." she murmurs, wincing behind her helmet and slowly unstrapping herself from her seat and rising. "I hurt too much to be dead... Russ, we have /got/ to discuss your idea of /fun/." Unlimbering her long G8 rifle and her assault harness from the storage racks, she moves to follow Russ and Ori.

"Come now Navi, where is your Mandalorian spirit? I have been wanting to do a Basilisk War drop since I was a boy. And this is the closest i thought i was ever going to get, well until Dxun at least." Russ shakes his head to clear the last of his little mini concussion off. He taps the side of his helmet before he starts to fool with the micro-computer hidden in his gauntlet. "Ok looks like our drop stayed on target, that is good. Now we can scout out their space defences, air defences, find their shield generator and see what other suprises they have. A full assault at the moment would be suicide. Our landers and fighters would be blown out of the air before we ever have a chance to hit the ground and take out their shield generator. Hence the rather epic

"You know," Oriana points out to Russ, casually. "Most boys are busy checking out or bedding women, drinking, burning their ass trying to impress their friends.." Oh, is there a joke in there? Her tone suggests it. Moving forward with a hand on her vibrosword, ready to pull it out if need be she smirks some. "Yet you dream of a rushed descent onto a planet full of people that, at their kindness, would kill us or at their deviousness much worse." A pause, she had gone to begun walking as quietly as she good, but turns to look at Navi and then Russ. "Least your crazy is fun." A shrug, and she'd turn to move forward again.

"That's a lot of goals, Boss. Are we up to something like this with only three of us? I understand smaller numbers being harder for the enemy to find, but can we cover that much ground before we're discovered?" Navi asks softly. "If they saw our landing, they'll be on their way to check it out. Better hope hard they didn't," she adds, matter-of-factly, moving forward as quietly as she can in her armor. "All good points, Ori."

Russ just grunts at Oriana as he trudges through the sand, his feet sinking in deep. He is heavy in all his armour and various pieces of equipment. "Well Ori, not many people at my age have created an army to be proud of and are well on their way to reviving an almost dead culture. I'll let others focus on the drinking and bedding." He grunts as he sinks almost knee deep into the sand before he pulls himself out with a curse "Our goal is not to be discovered Navi. Even if they are looking for us. Besides reinforcements are not far away once we have identified our targets and possible landing zones. I have another twenty torpedoes ready to bring my supercommandos down to back us up when it is time."

"Wise, Boss. Very wise. Maybe you just became my personal hero," Navi muses, hastily pulling up short and dropping to her knees at the sight of something that doesn't fit into the desert. "Boss, eleven o'clock... looks like a few of 'em are camping out here," she says, just loudly enough to be heard outside her helmet.

Russ lowers one of his helmet 'stalks' until it sits infront of his T-visor "Alright, i can see...two men. They don't look terribly attentive. I am guessing they don't see much activity out this way. Not too many people are interested in attacking a well organised pirate cartel out here..." Russ shakes his head slightly as he returns his inbuilt binoculers to their place above his head "And they have an E-web setup there. So we really do not want to get seen on our approach. And there is no doubt in my mind there would be more men in their sleeping."

Now all Oriana really did in reply to Russ was smirk, she could say more but wont. Instead she'll listen, watch, but then.. shudders a touch. "An E-web? Shit, total shit." She knows how bad those are, she has faced one before. "Maybe I can walk up naked saying I'm lost?" She suggests like easily, because what would she care about walking in there naked. Though she gusses it's an idea that wouldn't work. "Well, I guess we move in slowly and hidden as best we can."

Russ nods to the others "Yeah lets circle around. Come at them from two sides, hopefully take them out before they even know we are here." Russ moves away from the two women, moving just behind the ridge of the sand dunes. Then it happens, just like it always does. Someone slips up at exactly the wrong time. Russ slips in the soft sand, his heavy from tumbling sideways as he falls to one knee causing a small avalanche of sand down towards the pirates. And then it happens, that whirring sound of an E-web powering up the heavy barrel swinging towards Russ. Loud cries echo across the dunes as the pirates call for their sleeping comrades to take up arms.

Oriana was following Russ across the dune, her steps easy and light. Keeping herself away there is moment where she is distracted, when Russ stumbles and causes an avalanche. Cursing some under her breath and jumping forward a bit, they are seen now, as the E-web winds up her rifle is brought up, hoping to hit one of the men at it, hoping to stop him.

Lugging a powerful heavy repeater onto the scene, Pirate Sentries finds a suitable setup location for his massive Merr-Sonn "E-Web" - 9939. He begins setting the weapon up, mounting it on its recoil-absorbant tripod. When it has been secured, he activates the power generator and coolant system, the weapon coming to life with a loud whine that dies off. The whole setup process takes around five minutes.

Navi advances behind the others, alternately moving forward and dropping to one knee to cover their movement. This comes in handy when Russ slips and goes slip-sliding away down the side of the dune, bringing the thugs running. "Russ... you hoser..." she murmurs, hastily bracketing the E-Web gunner in the G8's sights and squeezing off two quick shots, a classic 'double-tap'. The first strikes the gun's improvised gunner shield, but the second takes the man high in the torso, the steam explosion throwing him backwards. Her brief elation turns to dismay as the A-gunner darts in to open up on Russ! "Oh, you bastard..."

The gunner of the E-web falls, a clean shot from Navi taking him out before the weapon can start spewing hot death at the trio moving along the sand dune. But the pirates are suprisingly well disciplined and the gunners body has hardly hit the ground before his position is taken by his watch partner. The E-web whines again and then an even more terrifying sound echoes out. The whump of an E-web as it starts to fire. Those thick bolts of high velocity laser bolts tear across the sand dune, turning the sand dune to glass where it impacts. And then it hits a living target. Luckily it is a living target encased in some of the best armour the galaxy has ever seen. The bolts slam into Russ and he falls tumbling down the sand dune, thick dark smoke rising from his body. And then he rises the smoke still rising from what the pirates assumed was his molten corpse. Both of his pistols rise and he lets out several bolts from his pistols in retaliation.

"Way to go sweetie!" Oriana calls out to Navi, seeing that she hit the guy at the E-web. What she didn't expect was for his buddy to be so quick. Before there is a chance that whine fills the air and shots are fired at Russ. "Oh those fuckers!" She says loudly, then slips into her native tongue with further cursing. But he is up and firing off more shots, and the smoke well.. that's some armour. Surveying quickly, using a breath to steady herself and think when those other men are spotted as they come to join the fray she moves forward on the sand, bringing up her rifle as she goes to charge forward some, letting out a shot at one of the men.

Navi can't help a laugh of delight and relief as Russ comes up shooting, his trademark pistols spewing crimson death at the gunner, and the sudden rush of lunchmeat pouring out of the bivouac to engage the sudden attackers. She snarls to herself and hastily triggers two shots, both striking onrushing thugs. "You sure know how to pick the jobs, Boss," she murmurs into her comms.

Russ walks slowly towards the half buried sentry post hidden in the sand dune. Thick black smoke continues to coil up from his armour as bolts lance out from his heavily customised pistols. The combined fire from the girls overwatching him drops one of the oncoming men, heavily wounding another who stumbles down to one knee with a blaser rifle bolt punched through his chest. He doesn't suffer for long. Russ's breathe rasps heavily inside of his helmet, blood dribbling through the holes punched in his armour and from his mouth soaking into the undersuit of his armour. If anything his anger and pain fuels his fire. Three pirates still up and ready to finish off the Mandalorian leader, and three of them drop dead as Russ pours on the fire. His blaster bolts melthing through armour, flesh and bone alike. His voice rasps over his comms "Well if it was easy Navi we wouldn't need to be Mandalorians to get the job done."

Russ switches his comm channels, breaking through the static cast out by the pirate comm scramblers. Lucky they are still some ways away from one of the main pirate bases. His comm burst reaches the Malachor, some interference on the line making it hard to read any emotions or inflections in his words. "Malachor this is Russ Ordo. We have made first contact with the enemy. They definitly know there is some kind of hostile force on the planet. I am badly injured and require a medic. This scouting op just became a recon in force. Request immediate reinforcements. Send the best keep it small."

Backup, small or not, is still Mandalorian backup...but that backup isn't exactly having the greatest of time. For an ace pilot being effectively strapped to something that's only a little different to a missile and that she has no control over isn't fun. Holding onto her straps the woman's face is hidden by the helmet as she looks across at the second Resistance officer riding alongside them. "Try not to pass out," she 'helpfully' instructs before the jerk of the thrusters firing jolts her painfully. It's a small mercy when they finally touch down.

By the doors are open, Narsai is unclasped and pushing out, E-11 in hand. She'd heard the call that one of theirs was injured.

"I could live with /not/ needing to be Mandalorian to get the job done, Boss," Navi replies impishly. "Just not with not /being/ Mandalorian." She looks up as the second assault craft makes its noisy entrance, wincing. "Yuck. Remind me never to get on board one of those again. Better appreciate Narsai, boss," she says softly, hurrying to Russ's side. "Got a medpack? It's tradition to use the wounded guy's pack instead of your own, after all."

Ophelia is not at all phased by the rough landing on the torpedoe craft, "Wooooooo!" says the Correllian heiress. An analytical person might see a small degree of mania in the young slicer. "That was super! I've never been on one of these craft before and my family has a whole fleet of ships back home. Where can I buy one like this?" She asks the whole population of troopers presumably including Navi. Her impish face is a mask of joy.

Russ turns as he hears the 'Torpedo' breaking through the atmosphere, luckily there is no sign of the AA fire that could tear apart a craft such as that. Looks like they are working for what they were designed to do. At least against the dated AA weapons utilised by the pirates.

It crashes heavily in the sand only a couple of hundred metres away. Russ grins at Ophelia's eagerness before coughing bloodily and making his way over towards the new arrivals. Each Torpedo can only hold about three people, two pile out of this one. Luckily one of them is his sister who is pretty handy with a medkit and even handier in a fight.

Russ makes his way over quickly, and nods to the new arrivals. His normally pristine armour still smouldering and emitting smoke from where the E-web has torn it open shattered and jagged metal jutting out from one of his legs and along the chest piece. "We need to move fast and identify the pirate infrastucture so the Mandalorian Knights can launch their assault. And everything going well with their assault we will wipe out the AA emplacements and the shield generator so we can land and begin the assault in earnest."

Oriana scans to make sure all is fine, for now it is. Turning as the torpedo drops she spots Narsai and gives her a nod while heading in their direction. Then she spots Opehlia and chuckles a little. "Least you're eager." She says in a way of greeting.

Patting Ophelia on the shoulder, Narsai pushes past towards Russ and then glances at Navi. "Give me some cover, I'll at least patch the leaks until we can get Russ back up to the Malachor." Opening her kit, the younger Ordo sibling grins at Russ. "You don't have permission to go dying yet brother."

"Done, Narsai." Navi nods to Narsai, dropping to one knee beside Russ and Narsai and scanning for signs of any approaching pirates. She glances at Ophelia, smiling faintly under her helmet. "Eager beaver. You're making me feel old, talking like that," she muses wryly. "I'm much too young to feel that damned old."

A smattering of concern passes across the young slicer's face at Russ's condition but then Fee returns to the wide eyed "innocent" look if it could be called as such. Her nigh pathological cheer undampened by the battlefield. "So... plans 'boss'? Where would you need a Slicer?"

"A slicer huh. Those are in incredibly short supply. I have been looking for a good one for months." Russ shakes his head slightly as he grunts as his sister gets to work. "If we can get you into either the AA hub or the shield generator that would be a huge boon. To turn either one to our side, take it without destroying it would be phenomenal. I intend on making this first fortress our base off operations to strike at the rest of the havens on the planet."

Russ looks off to the side for a moment as he brings up the map on his in helmet hud, as well as the time. If we get moving now, barring any distractions we should reach the outskirts of the fortress identified by our intelligence. From there we can ID our targets and call in the reinforcements. Lets get moving."

"You're not stealing our slicer from us." Oriana says smirking a little. "Loan out sure though.."Looking over her shoulder she makes sure that all is quiet still.

"Borrowing," Narsai points out as she sprays the rather stinging sealant into the wounds and then secures a bandage over the top. It's barely better then gluing wounds back together, but for now it'll at least stop Russ from doing something foolish like bleeding out. Once he's ready, the woman adjusts her rifle and then exhales a breath before looking back at the less-armored women. "Stay behind us. Wouldn't do any good for the Slicer to get hit on the way in."

"Moving. You should take it easy, Boss. Don't want to reopen those wounds," Navi says, standing and moving in front of Russ. Like her petite frame, even in Reviver armor, would protect him from another E-Web. Well, not from more than one shot, anyway. She'd pray for a nice funeral. "Welcome to the party, Slicer. Do like she says. Cute deserves protection."

Fee rolls up behind the moving group, "I don't mind being borrowed," she states rather redundantly with a winsome smile - she could just as well have said: 'I want to say something'. She crouches following in the group's shadow.

Laika had arrived, but she'd been easy enough to overlook. Silent in her approach, the Cathar had moved to scout around and check the perimeter before she join the others. A blaster pistol rested at her hip but she was currently empty-handed while flexing her armored gloves. They still hadn't replaced her claws as far as comfort, but they were a start.

They reach the pirate fortress in the depths of night, the desert temperatures plummeting to just above freezing. The other Mandalorians would be fine in their vaccuum sealed regulated armour, Russ and others in lesser armour would not be so comfortable.

Calling this a fortress may well be an injustice. Before the actual base is a network of emplaced positions, multiple turreted weapon systems setup and AA weapon emplacements. All of them deployed in depth, multiple layers of security making a traditional assault a lesson on how to be massacred.

Russ perches near the top a sand dune, staying low and breaking out something not often seen. It looks like some sort of designator. He immediatly gets to work. Highlighting the positions he can find. Sending the data up to the Malachor currently hidden in the space above the planet. Then everything goes to hell in a handbasket. Again.

Ophelia and Navi silhouette themselves against the moon. One of the pirate sentries spots the malformed dune, those two human shapes atop it. Spotlights swing around and the night that was once so dark blazes as bright as day. An alarm starts to play out below, turrets begin to power up. And that horrible familiar sounds starts up, heard twice to many times this mission so far. E-web bolts begin to spit into the night slamming into the dune well beneath the party, the sand blackening and turning to glass. Russ moves quickly now belying his own injuries as he slides down the far side of the sand dune, taking cover from the fire. "Malachor, this is Russ Ordo. Operation is blown. Begin immediate assault. The coordinates I have sent you are the network of defensive positions. Plan assault and landing accordingly. Launch Ha'rangir squadron!" Russ turns towards Narsai "I hope you have trained them as well as you think Sister. This is going to be hell.

It takes mere minutes now and then the sound of fast attack fighters fill the air. Mandalorian fighters break through the atmosphere accompanied by fire sprays. The night lights up with AA fire, explosions rocking the ships. One is caught in the frag and spins out of control, plummeting to the sand far below. But Narsai's elite fighter squad does her proud as it sweeps down. The AA and entrenched defences are lit up pirates being thrown through the air, expensive defensive weapons turned to slag. A firespray takes a hit, the engines cutting out. It falls crunching through a turret with a brutal sounds of metal on metal. The Malachor can offer no support, the shield generator is still up. And now the pirate army is rushing in it's entirety for their weapons and armour.

Bombs are being dropped by the Mandalorians, it would seem, as streaks of light ignite in the atmosphere high above. Aimed at some of the larger emplacements still standing after the fighter wing makes its assault, the streaks grow brighter and larger as they fall, and a faint whistling sound grows into a shrieking sound as the bombs seem to fan out some, subtly changing shape. It is only when stabilizers suddenly fan out from the descending objects and retro-rockets burn to slow their descent at the last possible moment that the objects reveal themselves. The objects falling from space are not bombs.

They are droids.

Slamming into the emplacements with kilotons of force, the giant, lion-like monsters of durasteel and beskar rear up and roar--only the roar is a cone of a dozen lasers firing at once, and their claws are swords, raking into the crushed emplacements below. As explosions and flames billow from the shattered emplacements, a figure rises from the back of each droid, some wielding pistols and others wielding rifles as they start to lay waste to defenders as they stream from the ruptured bunkers.

For the first time in four thousand years, Mandalorians riding Basilisks have descended from the sky to break the fortifications of their foes. As the riders lift their rifles to rally those out in the dunes, one Mandalorian rises a long-handled shaft instead...and ignites a green-bladed lightsaber above his head, sweeping the blade of plasma forward as his Basilisk lopes off into the fortress with a roar as loud and clear as thunder. Rax Vaelus depresses the small red button on his lightsaber. Suddenly, a blinding bright green energy beam extends from the left side of the metal hilt with a snap hiss! Oriana steadies her position, then squeezes the trigger on her BlasTech EL-16HFE blaster rifle, with a loud squeal and a burst of golden sparks a bright red blaster bolt goes speeding toward Pirate Sentries!

She'd of treked along with the others, but their sneaking fails. So now there is a fight. Looking up at reinforcements come in she is pulled by a familar sound. The e-web. Turning and with shuffle forward she aims, fires and knocks down the guy. But suspects like last time it wont as simple either.

The arrival of the Basilisks was certainly something to behold. From behind the visor of her helmet, Narsai's eyes are wide and her mouth can't help but a beaming smile to see the treasures restored by her own hand come tearing into battle. There wasn't many of them, and they weren't all in perfect condition yet, but even one was something beyond striking to see.

Time to gaze lovingly at machines later. For now she raises her old carbine and fires off a burst, wounding one of the pirate defenders badly.

Navi has just enough time to let go two blasts as the lights hit her position. And then the first blaster bolt hits below her, and the girl pushes herself back to roll down the back side of the dune, clutching her rifle close to her to keep it in hand and from damage. "Dammit... that was /not/ part of the plan..." she grumbles, standing slowly. And then, mere moments later, as she's still dusting off her armor and rifle, the sound of falling bombs reaches her hears. She grins like a manic little kid as she remembers that they don't have any bombs. It can be only one thing...

"Basilisks IIIINNCOMIIIIIINNNNG!!!" she cries, thrusting both hands skyward exultantly, as the train-engine roar of incoming war droids fills the air. "You better not've forgotten my pretty pet, Rax..." As the mighty machines unleash their own brand of hell and their own brand of cavaliers open fire with personal weapons, she suddenly spots another streak of flame hitting the sand behind her, followed by another droid galloping toward her and skidding to a stop nearby. "/There/ you are!" she cries, giggling and running to clamber into the saddle of her own Basilisk. "Miss me, girl?" she asks, grinning behind her helmet and nudging the giant droid into motion, only to lope up beside Ophelia and pause, patting a bare spot of saddle behind her. "Going my way, Miss? I've got room."

Fee fudges the operation just as she thought she would and has to hide. Her first shot flies over the targetted sentry but obliterates thoroughly a flask out from which the man was drinking shortly before. This 'might' cause him significant dismay if her survives the battle - and Fee is so satisfied with this minor victory that she almost forgets to make cover.

Behind the wake of war machines and walking cannons mounted by lightsaber-wielding knight, Laika's charge probably wasn't quite as easily noticed. That doesn't mean when the armored Cathar leaps into the air and then lands with thighs wrapping around one man's shoulders and riding him down to the ground, her fists pummeling the poor pirate the whole way down. By the time she rolls back to her feet he lays sprawled, barely concious after the vicious pounce.

The first flight of the Basilisks. What Russ would have given to be one of the riders plunging through orbit on the back of one of those mighty beasts. But that time will still come. He will not miss out on this first ride however, the first ride of the basilisks in 4000 years.

A cry echoes out from below as a man is torn in half by the Beskar claws of a basilisk, his allies trying to run from the fearsome beast. They do not make it far. It's mounted weapons turn on them, their unrecognisable bodies fall almost melted by the heavy weaponry of the mighty war droid.

It tears up the sand dune towards Russ, it is seeking it's friend and master. Russ's jetpack ignites as he leaps to meet it. His wounds forgotten. He finds his seat and with a feral snarl he urges his basilisk foward into the fray. His blasters firing as he claims life and limb from those before him. The basilisk takes an even heavier toll than it's rider emplacements burn before it's mighty canons and pirates flee before it's wrath.

The fortress is dipped in chaos. It's defences ripped open by the drop of the Basilisks and the Mandalorian Knights. Pirates are cut down in the dozens by the knights as they rush for weapons, trying to get to their rehearsed positions. But the fight is not over yet. The pirates are numerous and well armed. Many of their mounted weapons and launchers turn on the Mandalorian and Resistance agressors.

As the Basilisk assault force charges into the fortifications, the figure with the lightsaber rears up on the wardroid he's riding, weapon raised high. A cape has been attached to the shoulder pauldrons, and the billowing ballistic fabric glimmers like scales in the light of a thousand plasma bolts and laser beams.

But a lucky strike catches the figure in the chest, and the Basilisk he rides whips its 'head' of eight laser cannons aside. With a roar of brilliant beams of yellow, the beast lopes after the attacker, and the unfortunate Mandalorian attempts to rocket to safety...only to be sliced in twain by the searing green blade as it sweeps through the air.

The lightsaber sweeps forward dramatically once more with a shouted call in Mando'a: "FORWARD! FOR MANDALORE!"

It's chaos everywhere now, her gun is put away her blade is taken up and Oriana charges in with a sprint. She finds an easy target. In a smooth motion she turns, slicing the blade across one man then thrusts it back into the side of another before yanking it out, turning on the ball of a foot to avoid a hit and stabbing it through the chest of the first man, effectively dropping him at her feet.

Navi lets her beastly droid linger beside Ophelia, squeezing off two blasts at pirates in sight of her position and watching them fall; whether wounded or dead, they're out of the fight. "Better hurry, ma'am. They'll get our range in a sec." She grins behind her helmet. "How's it feel to be part of history? This is the first charge of Basilisk war droids in millennia. I, for one, don't plan to miss it." Her mount's weapons sweep along her impromptu perimeter, knocking off several stray pirates left behind by the main formation. Its claws flex, digging furrows in the sand around its feet, but none are in reach of its lethal talons.

Fee ducks and hops on the back of Navi's Basilisk ignoring her obligations to return fire. She sucks anyway. She knows it. Her Teetolation (neologism) of the pirate amounting to probably the most demoralising thing she had inflicted on an adversary outside of her hacking for a long time. "I hope this is as much fun as the drop ship?" she says queriously.

Narsai's blaster fire continues, but her eyes cast upwards as her elite squad rains down hell. They won't get through this unscathed, but the fighters go screaming through the AA fire and the emplaced guns shatter and burn under the wrath of the airstrikes. They'll earn their drinks when they make it back to the ship.

Narsai herself pretty much considers subtlty out the window at this point, giving a quick 'whistle' over her comm channel. If Rax had brought down her Basilisk, it would come find her. She hadn't exactly scrimped on its weapons either. Raining blaster fire from her rifle, Narsai keeps up the charge on foot for now.

She's not exactly inflicting the worst damage, but Laika is probably still something confronting for the guards to see as she leaps at the next man and lashes out with several strikes. Ducking one, it seems this pirate is a little more practiced and made of tougher stuff. He's rattled, but he still draws a blade as he comes at her.

Russ continues to bound into the depths of the pirates his weapons drawing a heavy toll, his basilisk roaring as it's claws sweep pirates from their feet, tearing them apart blood and guts soaking into the near freezing sand. Bodies fall in piles around him as he tears towards the shield generator.

Suprise cannot last forever. The pirates scramble desperatly. Some of them begin to haul portable launchers up onto their shoulders, they panic fire the heavy ordanance at Russ and his Basilisk. And luck and speed work in favour of Mandalore the Reviver. Shrapnel rains down on him some of it embedding in his and the Basilisks armour the rest bouncing harmlessly off. Russ let's out his warcry as he descends on the pirates with the launchers "FOR THE MANDALORIANS!" They are torn from their feet by fire many of them blown in half. E-web fire rakes the side of his droid. It's head turns towards the E-web and then it ceases to exist. The shield generator is within his grasp. The howl of launchers is met with a point of the lightsaber, and three Basilisks fire in unison where a second squad of launches are originating from. Leaping off his Basilisk as the other SuperCommandos follow suit, Rax charges into the pirate formations, lightsaber blazing a path through armor and fortification alike as he leads his Mandalorian troops further into the base. Orders are shouted in Mando'a as Rax drives the blade into a door and starts to slice through it. But the reinforcement is thick, and the armored warrior steps back, deactivating the saber with a sound of energy scraping against glass. "We need a slicer up here," the cape-wearing Mandalorian says in basic. "These doors are too thick for a saber."

Navi grins back at Fee. "More. Not quite as smooth, though, so hold on tight." She glances up as her comms relay Rax's request. "Looks like we're making for the front lines. Make sure you've got a good grip," she says, urging her war droid to greater speed.

It doesn't disappoint, its mammoth, galloping strides eating up ground at an exhilirating pace. Navi foregoes firing in favor of hanging on. She's never ridden her beautiful pet at this pace before, and it takes her breath away, even behind her helmet.

And then suddenly the ground is chewed up by massed laser fire as a dozen Basilisks and their targets seem to appear as if by magic between herself and Rax, with no time to go around them. "Look /ooouuuuuuut/!!!" the blonde girl cries, clinging to her mount for dear life.

The Basilisk snarls and /leaps/, thrusters igniting with a deafening roar that all but drowns out Navi's shriek of fright and exhiliration, carrying the gleaming war mount over two hundred feet in the air in a bound, over the heavy metal melee below. Braking rockets slow their descent at the last few seconds, turning a tremendous, jolting crash into a lunge as the droid continues its galloping pace, with only a slight hitch in its stride that is quickly left behind. "Okay back there? Sorry about the scare..." Moments later, a breathless Navi pulls her mount to a halt beside Rax and his door. "One slicer! Slightly shaken, but not stirred."

By the time the fighting ceases, Narsai's poor battered E-11 is practically glowing at the barrel. Gentle smoke wafts from the weapon that's smothered out by bigger burning things and then filtered out by Narsai's helmet. She steps over the corpse of the last target to fall at her feet and exhales a breath before speaking in Mando'a to the air-wing above. Behind her, a rumble of machinary as the massive metal 'beast' of her Basilisk stands, its own cannons laying down a barrage of fire that could rival the airstrikes.

Looking around, she keys her commlink. "All fighters, battle damage on strikes is 100%, celebrate well brothers and sisters."

Laika's fight isn't on the back of some great destructive droid. It isn't even holding a blaster. Blood coating her knuckled bracers and boots the savage Cathar continues her mix of vicious hand-to-hand fighting. That knife swung at her by the first man? Her arm catches his and she holds it back, tightening grip as much about sheer battle-fury as it is strength holding the weapon arm away like a vice. Effectively trapped, the man barely gets time to panic before Laika punches him, hard...and doesn't let him go. Four, five, six...punch after punch practically caves in the pirate's face before she finally lets him go and leaps at the next hapless man who hadn't surrended.

By the time the fighting is over Laika hadn't killed the most foes, but as she stands amoung the broken, beaten and dead under her armored hands? She'd certainly left an impression. Fee throws in, "I am beginning to like you and your Mandalorians - is it possible to join? Without the conquest abd stuff?" She asks Navi. "Do you marry in?" She coughs. "Ultimately I've got my family and the Resistence - but assuming that all works out well what happens with Mandalore's tribe?"

Russ bounds towards the door to the shield generator riding his basilisk as though he was born to do it. Pirates scatter before the mighty beast, many of them throwing down their weapons after seeing what a beast such as that can do. Blood coats the red and gold paint of Russ's mighty war beast as he slides to a stop before the locked thick doors of the Shield Generator. The doors do not last long against the Beskar claws of the war machine.

Once Russ is inside it does not take him long to 'convince' the pirates inside to turn off the shield and surrender to the Mandalorian Revivers. As soon as the shield is down a deafening crack rends the air in two as the massive canons of the Mandalorian Battle cruiser rains down an orbital strike off to the far extremity of the pirate base. That is the final straw. The pirates morale breaks and they surrender in droves, their weapons thrown down on the blood soaked sand.

Navi doffs her helmet as she slides from the saddle of her Basilisk to the ground, sighing in relief. "I'd call that a job well done," she says, turning to grin at Fee.

Only to blush at the question. "Marry in? Wow... you could, I suppose, but who would you marry? Should I be flattered? Not that you're not awfully cute and sweet, but we've just met and all..."

She takes a deep breath to calm herself. "Most of the time, you can be adopted by a clan. There are several ways, but Russ or Narsai could tell you more. I'd be glad to sponsor you for Clan Kryze, but I'd bet they'd sponsor you for Ordo, too." She grins at Fee once more. "Not least 'cause Russ needs a slicer. Him being the next Mandalore, his word carries a lot of weight. You'd be a sure-in."