Topic: Objective: Naboo RPG

Welcome to Objective Naboo!

The theme of this RP is a Delta/Omega squad styled attack on an entire city.  There are three sides you may choose from:  One of the Mandalorians who are attacking *these roles are strictly accepted through invitation/application only.  If you have not been invited, send me an application including your character sheet with detailed character profile,* a member of the Royal Naboo security forces, or a citizen/visitor of Naboo. 

NOTE

Again, playing as one of the Mandos in this RPG is by INVITATION OR APPLICATION ONLY!!!  You may join as any of the others as you please.  HOWEVER, there is a new rule that is specific to this RPG that will affect all the non-Mandos.  The rule of not killing a person's character ONLY applies to Mandalorians and the Queen of Naboo *I alreayd have a Queen, who will post as soon as she can, so don't bother asking/posting for the job;* the security forces and bystanders ARE PERISHABLE.  I do wish for people to RP as the Naboo, and do not add this rule to scare you away from that role.  It is solely intended to add realism to the RP and a sense of more activity rather then just the same antagonists carrying the plot.  Also, this is primarily a Mando lover's RPG.  If you RP for the Naboo, you should do so with good humor and with anticipation that you very likely could lose your starting character and should have more ready.  If this rule becomes a problem, I will change it, but hope that it can be used to the enjoyment of all.

Rules *many of these I copies from Naltoon; thxs Mel  :P *

1. You can not kill a person's character IF THEY ARE MANDO; everybody else if fair game within reason *as explained above*  I want no crying about this rule; if you don't like it, might be better to hold back on joining until you can see how it works and if you think you
      can deal with it or not, or until I decide to remove it, which 'll do if there's a demand for it

2. You may create any character you want if you are non-Mando. Clarify their name and species so others can follow their actions easily.  Those wanting to be Mandalorian, please send me your character sheet for approval first 
3. Be consistent, eg if someone says they blew up a building, don't suddenly be assaulting it.
4.   If you have sustained many wounds you will have to either get medical help or eventually die.
6.    Follow the storyline, sure add a few twists and turns but allow others to see where you want to go so they can help you get there.
7.    Have fun.

Timeline:

The Mandalorian Wars are raging.  Mandalore has made his push into the Republic, and the Army of the Republic is beginning to lose ground.  Calls to the Jedi for assistance have gone unanswered so far.

Mission: Mandalorians

Mandalore has sent hundreds of elite strike teams across the Republic to disrupt lines of communication and supply junctures. 

One of the furthest reaching strikes is sent to the peace-loving planet of Naboo, a key supplier of food and natural resources to the Republic and a hyperspace hub for many of the nearby systems to reach the Hydian Way hyper route. 

Objectives:

1. Terror.  Let these farmers and weaklings know why the Mandalorians are feared; ensuring Republic recruitment in the system will fall
2. Destroy all key supply warehouses in the city: there are three known
3. Take out the primary communication relay station near the center of Theed
4. Destroy all military targets of opportunity and crush any resistance

Mission: Naboo Security

The tranquil, peaceful, and ever anti-war Naboo is on the opposite side of the galaxy from the invading Mandalorians and has no reason to suspect that they are in any danger at all.  Their security forces have been strengthened however to guard the supply and communication facilities that have sprung up in and around the city.  Most of the Naboo military is stationed in forts outside the city to protect against Gungan marauders.  They can be called in, but will not be available for a sudden strike starting within the city.

Objectives:

1. Protect the Queen *Again, the position of Queen is FILLED
2. Protect the civilian population
3. Protect all the supply and military installations
4. Drive off the invaders or hold until Republic help arrives  *ETA on Republic help is unknown…maybe never*

My Character Sheet *feel free to use it as refference for your own character*

Name: Fynn Drakus *Younger brother of Aliit Drakus Alor Daar Drakus

Age: 30

Species: Human

Affiliation: Mandalorian

Rank: Commander

Job: Team Leader

WOC: Mandalorian Repeater-Carbine variant *think This StarWars-ified :P ; Matching Mandalorian heavy blaster pistols(strapped to legs Jango Fett style, but a little higher);

Other: Gauntlet mounted weapons/gadgets include: Dart/Rocket launcher; A micro-grenade launcher; two wrist lasers; A fiber-cord line with grappling hook for scaling/descending obstacles; Flame thrower; A personal cloaking device; Strength enhanced gauntlets

Armor: Black Mandalorian armor over blood red flight-suite; full body plating as was usual at the time, with leather ammo pouches and accesories; Helmet has a distinctive visor with the eye-line cross part much like Boba's, but instead of a single downward piece to make a T shape, his has two downward branches of the visor which drop from each eye; Features four red kama like additions hanging from the belt, one on each side *loincloth, kama, and one on each side*

Appearance: 6' 2"; Lean build, yet very strong; Longish blond hair with buzzed sides and back;

Personality: Lighthearted and easygoing with his Clanmates and friends while not at the front, but commanding and direct when under fire

Ship: Basilisk War Driod

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Fynn completed his final inspection of his Basilisk and exited the drop-bay. 

Making his way into the crew quarters, he saw the others doing various tasks; cleaning their weapons, preparing gear, sighting in their optics, and for the more serious members playing pazak. 

"We'll be dropping out of hyperspace in one standard hour vode.  Start strappin' on your gear."

Name: Solus Auurin

Age: 29

Species: Human Mandalorian

Gender: Male

Job: Mandalorian Sniper

Appearance: 6', strong athletic build, short sandy brown hair

Personality: Usually blunt, cracks jokes occasionally, not very merciful when it comes to killing.

Armor/Outfitting: Dark tan Mandalorian Neo-Crusader Helmet, rust brown Mandalorian Armor on reddish-brown vest, dark tan jumpsuit, brown duster/cape, ammo belt and pouches

Armament: Slugthrower Revolving Pistol, Karpaki 12 Sharpshooter Carbine, Combat Knife

Name: Marcus Starwind, nickname 'Titan' because he usually tries to do whatever he can in battle, and for the huge gun he carries.
Age: 28
Species: Half Mando, Half Arkanian
Affl.: Mandos all t3h way
Rank: Sergeant
Job: blast the hell out of whatever the commander says
Main Weaponry: Mini Rail Gun (see picture), illegally (illegal by Republic standards, perfectly damn normal for a Mandalorian) modified blaster (see picture), numerous melee knives, throwing knives.
Secondary Weaponry: Main Gauntlets (flamethrower, wrist communicator, grappling hook, vibro-shields that can deflect lightsabers) Secondary Gauntlets (poison darts, mini-rockets, blades, stun darts, gas darts)
Appearance: Armored appearance, only the armor is a dark forest green, and the pants are black. Unarmored, picture Corran Horn.
Personality: Good guy, if you're on his good side. Jokes around with friends, is serious sam on the battlefield.
Background: Born to a Mandalorian father and an Arkanian mother, Marcus knew nothing of his Arkanian heritage, and only learned those of the Mandalorians. Although he shows to be capable of bearing abilities of Arkanians, he has no idea how to use them, or if he even is using them, and only knows the Mandalorian way of life.

Marcus was just about to win another set of Pazaak when Fynn came into the crew's quarters.

"We'll be dropping out of hyperspace in one standard hour vod'e. Start strappin' on your gear..."

Marcus looked to his bunk, which had a blanket, pillow and mattress. His mini rail gun was underneath it, and spare gauntlets beside it, along with his main gauntlets. There also lay his armor and helmet, and other gizmos. Turning around, he played his final hand, and won again.

*just a note to all my Mandos, we ALL have Basilisks, and we shall use them for our entry.  PM me if you have questions reguarding our upcoming moves*

** I know I did an explosives specialist in Naltoon Assault but I couldn't resist :P **

Name: Joslyn Alexia

Age: 27

Species:  Human (Corellian born)

Affiliation:  Mandalorian

Rank: Corporal

Job: Explosives Specialist

WOC: When not playing with explosives, she prefers a pair of Mandalorian Rippers. The Mandalorian Ripper is a version of a slugthrower. It shoots magnetically accelerated particles at high velocities that sliced through personal shields and kills the enemy quickly. It is a lightweight pistol that could be easily handled in one hand.

Other: A variety of hidden weapons in her armour, including blades from her gauntlets, flame thrower, darts etc.

Armour: http://the-trukstop.com/articles/2007/images/10_more_star_wars_images/femalemandalorian.jpg

Appearance: 5’8” See above, when not in armour Joslyn has a pretty face much to her own disgust. She has blue eyes and long auburn hair that is braided into many small plaits. She is toned and athletic.

Personality: Joslyn grew up on Corellia but never fitted in. She was often bullied and sort ways to defend herself. She trained in Teras kasi and is a skilled hand to hand fighter. Joslyn is a very defensive person and uses humour to mask her true emotions. She came to Mandalore looking for answers about her past and found herself at home with the warrior culture. She soon called Mandalore home.

Ship: Basilisk War Droid

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Joslyn was glad that the Pazaak had been interrupted as she laid her cards face down on the table. She’d never been particularly good at it but Marcus had talked her into playing. As usual the Sergeant was winning. “Guess we’ll have to play later,” Joslyn said with a smile as she reached for her helmet.

However Marcus had gone into his serious battle mode so any banter stopped. “He’s so boring,” Joslyn whispered to Solus as she grabbed her back of tricks.

“He likes to fight,” Solus said simply.

Joslyn chuckled, “Don’t we all.” She dug through her bag to make sure her dets, boosters and cord were separated. “I hope I get to play this time. It’s so damn boring when I don’t get to blow stuff up.”

Name: Venla Chlin

Age: 22

Species:  Human

Affiliation:  Naboo Citizen

Rank: None

Job: Archivist

Appearance: 5’3” via Hero Machine: http://www.ugo.com/channels/comics/heroMachine2/heromachine2.asp
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Personality: Devoted to her work and extremely curious. Often puts her nose into business she should leave alone. Is a skilled hacker and often uses her skills when bored at work.

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The day was pretty ordinary as work days went for Venla, she was busy entering the data for new files as she sorted the online records for the Farming Network. She scratched her jaw as she considered going for a cup of caf. Nothing particularly exciting happened at FN, but then that was Naboo all over.

Venla walked to the office kitchen and activated the automatic caf maker. As usual it took a few technical taps for the thing to work.

She walked out to the veranda and looked the stunning views of beautiful buildings and gardens that seemed to merge together in a symphony of harmony. She glanced at the sky and watched as ships came and left the nearby space port.

Name:Dachande
Age:Unknown
Gender:Male
Species:Unknown, presumed Taung mutation
Planet of origin: Unknown
Affiliation: Mandalorian
Weapon of Choice:Plasmacaster(s) Disc, whip, spear, wristblades.
Appearance: about 7 feet tall http://www.gothic.no/lostsouls/starscream/predator.jpg http://static.flickr.com/26/93817526_7d5a93d719.jpg
Personality: A hunter, usually hunts alone, does not take well to company, especially of other species. However respects the Mandalorians for their similar culture. Culture is very focused on honor (Can speak basic slightly, mask has translator.)

Dachande sat in the corner of the room, watching the others, they seemed to have grown accustomed to his presence. He pulled a skull from his belt, and despite the fact that it was human the mandalorians did not seem effected by it. They carried on with their cardgame, however the joking had stopped. Dachande clicked his mandibles, looking at his mask, which sat next to him he had etched a T-shape on the front, like the visors of his allies. He picked it up, placing it on his face and sealing it, testing his shoulder cannons. He was ready to hunt.

*MAKE WAY FOR THE QUEEN!*

Queen Jayali Kalipana

She is also sometimes affectionately called "Jay” by her family, very close friends and trusted companions, although even they use her formal title when in public or court.

Age: 16

Species: Human female

Rank/ Affiliation/ Job: Queen and ruler of the Naboo

Appearance: Small and petite, Height about 5’2”. Has naturally long blonde hair that is unusual for her people. This is usually augmented with elaborate hair pieces and adornments. When in office she wears the customary makeup and garments of her office, proudly accepting the history and heritage of her people.

Personality: Although young, Queen Kalipana is seen as smart, wise and brave and has proven to be so through out the earlier times in her career as a public servant. She fully believes in democracy, and will do what she needs to fulfill her duty protect the people she serves. She is seen as kind and benevolent by all but a staunch few. The queen has done her best to make friends with in the Republic.

*here it is again Ralin.  Added a few more details, hope that’s fine  :) *

Name: Kelborn (Yes, the same one from Kotor  :D )

Species: Human

Affiliation: Mandalorian

Rank: Corporal

Job: Scout

Primary Weapons: Ceremonian Wookie Bowcaster *From KOTOR* and a cut down Zabrak Blaster Carbin strapped to his leg StormTrooper blaster fashion

Secondary Weapons: A Zabrak Heavy blaster holstered on left side of belt for right handed cross-draw or left handed backhanded draw.  Gauntlet mounted energy and dueling shields, cloaking device, laser, and rocket launcher

Armor: Red Neo-Crusader’s armor *see my Av  :D *  Includes more highly advanced tracking and visual aids to help him in his hunting missions

Appearance:  6’2’’  Light complexion with blond hair.  Very strong, but also silent and fast

Personality: Usually a quiet sort.  Never too serious, he’s also not a Mando to joke or waste time.  Loves the hunt, and when home on Mandalore on having some recreation time on a conquered world, usually spends his free time hunting the local wildlife, either alone or with some of his closer squad mates.  Very honor driven personality, he is always ready to put his life on the line for one of his brothers.

History: A born hunter and tracker, he quickly moved up the ranks of this unit.  Turning down a promotion in his regular unit, he volunteered to be Demoted in order to get assigned to one of the newly formed SuperCommando units.  Having served with Fynn and most of the others for over a year now, he is one of the group’s ‘old hands.’  The more recent acquisition Da’chande, who’s natural hunting and stalking gifts are at the least equal to Kelborn’s, have given rise to some level of competition.  However, Kelborn realizes and accepts the new members gifts, and values his service to the unit

Vehicle: Basilisk War Droid  *one of the more stealthy models like the one in KotOR II, not one of those bug looking Basilisks*

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Kelborn continued to reassemble his weapon after the commander’s announcement that it was almost time.  Snapping the ammo charge into it’s slot, he holstered the custom Zabrak carbine and pulled his energy/slashing resistant hood on.  Making sure the seals were properly fitting, he lifted his red Mado’ade mask from his bunk and sealed it over his face.

As his HUD same to life before his eyes and he slung his Bow Caster over his shoulder he whispered to himself with a grin, “…back to war.”

(Hope this is ok guys.  Just let me know if I need to change something   :) )

Name:  Jagour "Jag"  Maxis
Species: Human (Born and bred Mandalorian)
Affiliation:  Mandalorian
Age: 43
Rank:  Weapon Specialist
Job:  See above
Primary Weapon: Based on MG-15 http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/be/Munster_MG15_(dark1).jpg High Rate of fire.  Shoots blaster bolts in case of any confusion.
Secondary Weapons:  Carries a Mandalorian blaster over shoulder, 2 hip blasters and 2 hold-out in ankle.  Retractable knuckle plate vibroblade.  Strapped underneath the blaster on his back is a beskad saber.
Appearance:  Crusader armour minus most of the spikes. Underneath his armour he is about 6' with blond hair and a sturdy build.
Personality:  A veteran of many wars is more of a hardened individual.  He, like all Mandalorians, follows a strict code of honour.  Is not afraid to do whatever he is told no matter the cost to him or others.  Some say the battles have gotten to his head.

((More to come later.  I gotta run.  Rev has control of my character for now.))

(Here's my chracter, Ralin, with a couple changes)

Name: Tracyn (Nickname)

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Age: 31

Rank: Captain

Appearance: Tall and muscular, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Also has a long scar on his left cheek.

Armor: Sand-Gold Mandalorian Armor with an off-white kama

Weaponry: Zabrak Battle Cannon, dual WESTAR 34s, various gauntlet weapons/gadgets

Ship: Basilisk War Droid

Allegiance: Mandalorians

Job: Support Gunner/Slicer

Personality: Tracyn has a good sense of humor, but he doesn't let it get in the way of his duty. He is smart and is good at slicing security sytems, and he isn't afraid to kick some Naboo shebs.

Tracyn was cleaning and calibrating his battle cannon when Commander Drakus walked into the cargo hold.
“We’ll be dropping out of hyperspace in one standard hour vode.  Start strappin’ on your gear…”
Tracyn finished with his blaster and watched the game of Pazaak. Marcus won another round as he put down a
-2 card from his side deck. Marcus scooped up even more credits to add to his growing pile.

(More to come soon)

Name: Adamska 'Revolver' Ocelot

Age: 56

Species: Human

Affiliation: Queen of Naboo (Or so you may think...)

Rank: Head of Security for the Queen

Job: ^

Weapons of Choice: 2 Custom-Bore ArmSpec SAA-C Ballistic Handguns

Armor: Blaster dissipating clothing

Appearance: http://www.colourhill.com/proimage/01948-1.jpg

Personality: Sometimes overly serious, very militaristic; unlike his nation. Don't let his age fool you, he'll rip your arm off and beat you to death with the bloody end.

I sent RD a personal link but I am stepping up to play the role of a few faceless NABOOIAN security forces that will die brilliantly

*yup; read and replied.  Can't wait to see them Viking  :D*

Solus leaned against the bulkhead behind Joslyn, watching the Pazaak game. The Sergeant was winning, but not by much. Joslyn seemed to be catching on pretty quick, but Marcus laid down the winning hand as Fynn strode in the doorway.

"We'll be dropping out of hyperspace in one standard hour vode. Start strappin' on your gear..."

"Guess we’ll have to play later." Joslyn reached for her helmet. Marcus had gone into his serious battle-hardened state. "He’s so boring." She whispered whispered to Solus.

"He likes to fight." Solus simply replied.

"Don’t we all?" Joslyn laughed as dug through her bag of 'goodies'. "I hope I get to play this time. It’s so damn boring when I don’t get to blow stuff up."

"Then I'll be sure not to shoot the Ambassador through a duracrete wall so you can collapse the building on him like last time." He smiled. "I promise."

"Yeah right." She punched him in the gut. "I'll be sure to remember you said that."

"I...bet you will." He shook his head. "That's harder than last time."

"Feel good?" Joslyn raised a brow.

"From you, yeah."

name-known by comrades as Regimas

affiliation-Com. Drakus

gender-male

age-unknown

description-average height,armor is the same as my costume

weapons-2 swords(yes, metal swords)heavy blaster, wrist blades, 2 grenades, throwing knives

attitude-keeps to himself, is rarely seen out of armor due to a facial disfigurement. the only "friend" regimas has is Dachande. all the others are put off by his cold nature. regimas is very stealthy, he was trained to be a mandalorian blademaster and is better with bladed weapons than blasters.

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regimas sat in the rafters of the hanger bay. mandalorians ran about beneath him, refueling ships and running diagnostics on the basilisks. he sat there calmly sharpening his blades, observing the chaos below. sliding the weapons back into the slots in his jet pack he lept towards the floor below,landing with a thud on his own basilisk. he turned and saw Dachande siting in the corner as always,polishing his trophies. You could say that Dachande was a sort of mentor to regimas. He had started to collect a few trophies of his own recently. he gave a slight nod to his comrade in the corner. Dachande flexed his mouth parts in response. the invasion was about to begin....

The ‘Blood Asp’s droid intelligence was still calling over the intercom for all the strike team members to meet in the ready as the last two entered.  Regimas, youngest of the team, nodded smartly as he entered, while Dachande stalked in and made his way to the furthest and darkest corner.  Damn loner.  If he wasn’t such a good killer I’d make him find a new squad.  Oh well…

“Su cuy'gar ner vode” Fynn opened.  “We’ve been over it before, but lets have one last recap.  What is our drop time?”

“Ten hundred hours alor” chimed Regimas.  “Just after dark.”

“Red squad, what is your time of engagement?”

“Ten hundred fifteen hours alor” came Regimas again.

“Meathod of assault” questioned Fynn more pointedly as he stuck his gloved finger at Joslyn.

Letting out a slight sigh as she straitened in he chair, she began her description.  “Strafe the building…destroy the signal tower with firepower from our basilisks…make a hot landing at the front door, which I get to blow in…then kill anybody inside while making sure they don’t have a backup communications network.”

“Which our trusted informer claims there is not” added Red team leader Tracyn.  “But we’ll be making sure of that, Right team??”

“Yes SIR” Regimas almost shouted before noticing the others just nodded.

“Blue team, OUR time of attack?” Fynn continued. 

“Ten twelve hours, or the moment we pick up chatter of the attack on the com station” Jag almost growled. 

“And then?” Fynn pointed to Kelborn.

“And then we blow anything that can even hover..." 

"While killing anything and anybody that moves” Solus cut in

“Ooo Rahh” added Sergeant Starwind, Fynn’s second in the squad. 

“And then we meet up here” Fynn pointed to a location on the holo map stretched before him “to begin Phase Two.  Are there any questions??”

*still buying time here in case I have any more who want to be Mando.  Again, post a character sheet ASAP if you received my invitation and want to join, or sent me a PM if you did not receive an invite and wish to join.  And don't forget that any who want to post as a Naboo security, civie, or visitor to Theed do not need to clear with me and may post at any time

---RD*

Joslyn raised her hand, "I've got a question, can I go shopping while we wait? There's a new vibroblade out there with my name on it."

Jag pulled out his own blade, "I believe I have that blade if you mess up."

Joslyn grabbed the blade from his hand before he could react, "Nah it's too small. I like mine bigger."

There was a chorus of laughter. Joslyn turned back to Fynn, "So can I go out or are we to stay and wait?"

Jag grabbed her by the gauntlet, "Give me the blade."

Joslyn turned her helmeted head to look at him, "Where do you want it?"

"Lodged between your vertebrae," Jag said cooly.

Joslyn turned to face him fully, "That's not very sporting of you."

"Sometimes you need to kill in whatever fashion opportunity presents you with," Jag told.

Joslyn handed him his vibroblade, "I'll remember that."

Solus stepped forward, to break the tension. "I need a new scope, so a shopping trip might be in order."

“I think a real question would be good.  How much time can we expect for evac. if a Republic cruiser shows up unexpectedly?”

“You two” Fynn pointed to Jag and Joslyn.  “Stow it for later or we can go to the Battle Circle now, Grievance Rules.  And then you can drag your butts through this Op with nose plugs for the bleeding.”  Fynn turned his masked gaze to Auurin, who was sitting behind them.  “Solus, don’t waste my time.  Ask Regimas or Dachande about our policy on collecting.”

“Kelborn, good question.  The ‘Blood Asp’ will move to the light side of the planet while our Basilisks will orbit directly over Theed.  If we need them, they’ll be planet side inside of five minutes.  We’ll hop on and withdraw to the ‘Asp.’

“If that’s all, I will see you all on the flight deck…”

*Still got time for a real question.  Val, you’re in Red squad if you’re still in.  I DO have room for more Mandos, don’t be shy about sending me a character sheet if you’d like to join as one.

---RD*

Name: Trius

Age:  No one knows the exact age, but he looks about early 30s late 20s

Species: Zabrak

Affiliation: Mandalorian

Job: Meat Shield/Blender

Appearance: Huge Zabrak male. His skin is red and has black tattoos, just like Darth Maul. His horns are much taller tho, like this http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Image:Visionaries_Darth_Maul.jpg His helmet has openings to allow his horns to stick out through the top. He is very muscular but also very nimble.

Personality: Rarely speaks, as he is somewhat slow witted. He is hearty with his comrades, but goes into a beserking rage during combat and is know to sometimes through a fellow mandalorian at a group of enemies to weaken them before he crashes into them. He loves his comrades tho, as they are his family. He was found as an orphan on the Zabrak homeworld of Iridonia and taken in by the Mandos, yet he also stays somewhat true to his race and the Mandalorians at the same time. His tattoos are a result of a rite of passage among Zabraks.

Armor/outfittings: His armor is red and black, just like his skin. The patterns on his armor and helm match his chest and face. So its a mirror image of his body. He has no flight suit, only the vest and armor plates. His helmet is a standard Mandalorian helmet but no antenna. It is very battered and scratched and of course comes complete with cool scar over visor. He has simple black combat pants and large boots. But since theres no flight suit, you can see his arms just fine, He prefers the mobility because he almost always uses melee weapons, most notably two broad swords.

Armament: Two large swords. He rarely uses a blaster, only when necessary. He has one simple blaster pistol on a holster on his leg for that reason. Although he usually crushes it in his rage sometimes. Conmmander Drakus doesnt let him go into battle without it however.

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Trius didnt get to hear the briefing, he already knew his job. He was in the hangar doing one armed pushups next to his modified Baslilisk when the remainder of Red and Blue squad walked into the hangar. His Baslilisk had a cockpit on top since Trius had no flight suit for space.

Trius jumped up with excitement as the Mandos prepared themselves and made any final adjustments to their own Basilisks.

"Time to play, Trius." Drakus said as he walked by

"Heh heh, I like-a to play..." Trius said in his deep voice that usually scared children away. The Mando's were used to it however. Trius's fearsome visage was a facade to his inner love he had for his comrades.

Trius took his helmet that was laying on his Basilisk and slid it on his head. His horns stifly went through the openings made for them and Trius cracked his neck. He then took his two massive braod swords and strapped them to his back. This, and also his massive size, was why he could not use a jetpack. He put his blaster into his holster and banged his bare arms and fists on his armor in glee.

Tracyn was sitting on his Basilisk, trying to remember how to use it. He hadn't used one for a few years, but soon he got the hang of it again. Tracyn made the final adjustments to it, and then observed the other Mandos that were assigned to Red Squad.

Joslyn, Regimas, and Dechande were both with their Basilisks, and Trius was doing push-ups. The commander had a quick word with Trius, who then put on his helmet. The horns on his head stuck out of his red and black helmet, making him look very intimidating.

Tracyn was happy with them, because they all would frighten the Naboo. Joslyn, with her dual Mando Rippers, Regimas with his swords, and Trius and Dechande with their massive size and strength were a force to be reckoned with. Tracyn smiled slightly under his helmet, and then took out his dual WESTAR 34s and started to clean them. He was completely confident that the peace-loving Naboo would crumble under the strength of the Mandalorians

He was the lowest of low, the scum of NABOO and no one would ever treat him with true respect.  At least that is what his former squad mates said after he begrugingly accepted a commission as an officer in the NABOO SECURITY FORCE.  His days of honest patrol work and serving the people of NABOO were over now, he was a slave to the living beast of mangement..

He was CRAZDAN MYERS, the former SECURITY SPECIALIST of the NABOO SECURITY FORCE, and highly decorated for distinctive service in what amounts to "hazardous duty" on the serene planet of NABOO.

"What was I thinking?"  he mused to himself in the mirror as he woke up, his joints were stiff well beyond his 29 years, the product of hard living and continuing to train despite all the indications that a break was needed. 

"You were thinking how dashing you'll look in the uniform."  his lover called from their bed.  She was a vision of beauty as the satin sheets hugged every degree of her generous curves.  She beackoned for him to return to their love nest, but he knew better as he didn't want to be late on his first day to meet with his division commander.  Prudently he stepped into the refresher and braced for the coldest setting it had.

Ten minutes later he was dressed in his crisp flightsuit, fitting him a little tight through the chest, but otherwise a flattering fit for his athletic build.  He had been a former kickball standout in school as well as a minor celebrity in the intermural games the NSF (NABOO SECURITY FORCES) so his body was well conditioned and he carried his 100kgs well on his 1.87 mter frame.  The small, but functional holdout blaster on his waist was highly polished and a symbol of authority for the passive citizens of NABOO.

She pleaded for one last kiss from her studio on the verand.  He warmly embraced her wrapping her diminutive frame in his large arms and chest and meet her nose to nose.  "I love you" she cooed

"And I you" he replied in their tradition.

"What are you painting?  It looks like a bowl of fruit"

Playfully she smacked him "It is a self portrait, you nerf ear."

Laughing, he kissed her and headed for the door, ready for the day.  It was the perfect as far as last memories of a loved one goes, when they came....

Jumping onto his basilisk and putting his mini rail gun into the custom holster he added, Marcus was playing with one of his melee knives in his hands, when he called to Fynn "Oy, Fynn, when are we heading out?"

((Maybe just a chart in the first post outlining who is in whose squad and leaders and such, would be nice for reference.))

Perfect for when the MADOS drop in and start laying waste.  Think big explosions

In NABOO SECURITY FORCES HQ.  Senior Master Chief Tarn Randing, a career service menber with over 50 years of uninterrupted service has just entered into the Tactical Response Unit also known as TRUe and while grabbing his morning caf, he says...

"I got a bad feeling today boys, deep in these bones."

"You say the same thing every day, and nothing, NOTHING ever happens." replied his equally as experienced but not as highly promoted, career WEAPONS SPECIALIST Freuz Lanviel sniped from his daily spot behind an exotic rifle working on the sights or tweaking a trigger for one of the operators.

"Yeah, I know, but I feel it today, no kidding.  It woke me up from a sound sleep and all."  The CHIEF Randing said as he stirred in his cream and applied his usual 5 sweetners.

As he pulled the cup to his mouth and blew the forst sips to a tolerable level, the explosions started and then sirens began to wail, not a warning, but a funeral dirge as the MANDOS, the stuff of legend appeared in their reality on NABOO.

Joslyn quickly stashed her explosives on her Basilisk she affectionately called Trudy, much to the amusement of her fellow Mandos. She put the different components of her explosives into their individual sections to ensure they didn't go bang.

She almost jumped when Solus spoke behind her, "Do you need another blade?"

Joslyn chuckled, "No not really. Just wanted to lighten the mood, it was getting too serious in there."

Solus tilted his head slightly, "You really didn't need to get Jag off side."

"Ah he's easy to rev up. I'm sure he'll get over it." Joslyn replied, then waved her hands at Solus, "Now shoo, go get ready before the boss rouses on you."

Solus stood there for a moment as if he wanted to say something but then walked away. Joslyn shook her head, she couldn't quite work out Solus. He would approach her to talk privately from time to time but when they were together in a group he seemed almost hesitant to speak to her. His behaviour confused her but she took it all in stride. Perhaps it was because she was a woman. But Joslyn had quickly shaken that idea, women were welcome warriors in Mandalorian culture. She was certain she'd figure him out eventually. But for now her main concern was her mission and following Tracyn's orders. "Let's rumble!" she grinned as she climbed aboard Trudy.

Sorry... I forgot to introduce my character and went in to story time, my bad

NAME:  CRAZDAN MYERS

AGE:    29

AFFILIATION:  NABOO SECURITY FORCE

RANK:  NEW 2LT (formerly a Senior Sergeant before an iniaitive to put senior enlisted men into greater roles of authority in efforts to shore up defenses in an increasingly dangerous time)

APPEARANCE:  CRAZDAN is an attractive enough male in the prime of his life, he radiates confidence, but not arrogance and is sure of himself in most situations.  He has a warm personalty and a robust sense of humor, often heard quoting some obsucre line from the recent comedy holos or impersonating the celebrity of the moment. 

He is powerfully built from his younger days as a "kik boll" a NABOOIAN version of RUGBY, where he developed his leadership style, but has begun to slow down as 30 approaches and has put on a few kilos lately, but his artist lover and soon to be wife (he has a  emerald love stone in his pocket, but yet to give it to her) SASHANE thinks it makes him even more attractive as she views him through forgiving the eyes of the love.  He keeps his brown hair cut short, but not overly so and has a pair of darkened lenses always on his head or on.

WEAPONS:  He only carries his issued holdout blaster, for now, but will look to procure weapons as necessity deems it so.

********************************************** POSTING FOR SI *******************************************

Queen Jayali Kalipana

The Queen was anxious after her last meeting with her Head Chief of Security Forces for Theed. So much had been discussed in such a short period of time, and she was feeling the exhaustion of such a meeting. She lowered her head, feeling the weight of the golden crescent head piece coupled with so much blonde hair.   

“What is the republic coming to?” She wondered to herself, weary from the day. She was glad she had dismissed all the members of the court. Showing weakness would not anyone any good. The conflict with the Mandalorians was spreading. Reports of more worlds being invaded and vanquished were brought in every day. Republic forces were fully deployed in attempt to defend against the battle hungry clans under Mandalore. Jayali was fully worried that it only would be a matter of time before her own people were thrown into the fray.

Queen Kalipana knew her people were at risk. As a major food producing system, other systems depended on them. As a whole they were a peaceful people. And Jayali had decided on her own that made them a target; as an easy victory for the marauding Mandalorians. She lifted her head again, and walked to the large arched windows that over looked all parts of the city of Theed.

“No I can not fail my people and just leave a window for death and destruction.” She thought. Jayali looked towards the space port, and a small fighter, scarred from many fights. She smiled. “No, we won’t just be overrun. Not with out a fight.” She turned and went back towards the desk. She would be expecting a call.

Naboo Spaceport

The Republic fighter landed on the scored permacrete. His was certainly not the first to land here, nor would he be the last. The man climbed out of the one person craft, wishing he hadn’t left the spaciousness of the cruiser for this “mission”. In all honesty he questioned why he was even here. “This is a mission for advisors and diplomats.” He muttered to himself, stretching and fixing his jacket. “I can’t leave all my fellow soldiers on the front, that’s where I would be the most use. Fighting. Not babysitting some child Queen. How is this my responsibility? Its not my fault that these people couldn’t elect someone with a bit more experience.”

An Naboo Security officer proceeded to stride up to the man, eyed the blaster in his holster on his hip and said “Can I help you?”

“What, your joking right?”

“No sir.”

“I’m here at the request of Queen, uh, Kalip-ono?”

“Kalipana?” the guard corrected, voice full of contempt.
“Yes that’s her. Queen Kalipana sent for me. I come from the Republic Navy.”

“Indeed. I shall let her know then of you’re arrival. You can wait here, some one will come for you.”   

The man leaned back on the fighter, and folded his arms in front of his chest.  He watched the officer speak into his comm, argue momentarily then finally gesture in his direction. The the guard put his comm away and walked back over.

“It seems that I am the one that’s going to lead you to the palace. Follow me”

There was apparent annoyance in the officers voice. But it didn’t matter, the sooner he saw the Queen, the sooner he would be back where he belonged; fighting the mandalorians. The way to the palace was not long, but impressive. There were fragrant flowers blooming on the vines that covered the stone walkways leading to the domed and columned palace and he had not seen something quite so nice in a city and spaceport for some time.

Queen Kalipana sat behind a large desk, in a chair worthy of her stature. For some reason he had thought she would look different. The blonde hair and green eyes were certainly striking., not at all what he was expecting. She was certainly beautiful despite the elaborate make up covering her face.
       
He bowed. “Your majesty, let me introduce myself. I am Carth Onasi, member of the Galactic Republic Navy.”

(Instead of spending all night attempting to make a character sheet, for those who may not know here is a link for info. about Carth.)
http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Carth_Onasi

Here ya go Sev:

Blue Team-
Ralin -Team Leader-
Sev
Rev
Fett_II
Kelborn
*Reserved* CA

Red Team-
Appo -Team Leader-
A_A
Mel
Regimas
Val

*Ok, the time has come to Rock'n'Roll!  To any who want to be Mandos still; PM me and I'll help you to fit into the story still.  CA, when you see this, just assume you've been in the background of the posts that have gone on; you're in Blue Squad with me.  Oh, and BTW, the time of day has just been advanced to night-fall as set up in my earlier posts.  If you need to complete something that was going on earlier, feel free to do a quick back-in-time post and then advance it up to speed with mine

OYA MANDA!!!!*

Fynn walked up to his Basilisk.  The massive war mount had been painted in the Aliit Drakus colors black and gray, with jagged slashes of blood red across it.  He caressed his gloved hand across it’s broad forward armor plating and looked into the semi-sentient droid’s forward photo-receptor. 

“Carry me fast and aim true, my friend” he whispered to it as the droid flexed its trainable forward blaster cannons. 

Petting the driod one last time, Drakus marched quickly around to its left side.  “Alright everybody; SADDLE UP!”

Passing Starwind, they exchanged a fist bump as they headed for their stations.  Trius roared with excitement, bashed his chest plates with his fists, then rushed into the cockpit of his craft.

Climbing up the side of his Basilisk, Fynn reached up and grabbed the ‘horn’ and slung himself into the saddle.  His droid, nicknamed ‘Falcon,’ strained against the magnetic seals in anticipation of battle. 

Fynn could feel the artificial gravity projectors struggle to adapt to the ‘Blood Asp’s change it course as it dropped lower in it’s orbit.  The drop-bay suddenly went dark for a moment, then the night-drop red lights flickered on.  Directly in front of Fynn the clamp indicator light also turned red, it’s green counterpart under it still dark.

As his squad called in ready for detachment, Fynn looked over his shoulder at Captain Tracyn, who gave a thumbs up.

The rumbling increased, both from the turbulence of low orbit and his Basilisk’s landing strut ‘arms’ pulling and flexing against their magnetic bonds.  Tightening his grip and taking a deep breath, Fynn nodded to the control station directly ahead of him, it’s armored operators at their stations.  Giving a salute, the flight control officer punched the trap door release. 

The red lights in the hanger vanished in an instant, and for a moment the only light was from the control station’s transparisteel shield and the red light ahead of him indicating the magnetic locks were still in force.  Then the hanger doors below them cracked open, the air was sucked from the bay, and the ambient light from the city below glowed below him. 

As the locks released and the light in front of him turned green, Fynn yelled “OYA MANDA!!!” as  he and the others free-fell into the darkness…..

Adamska walked impatiently down the massive open marble hallway to the Queen's observation pylon that extended from the main palace. He had heard over the Queen's private comm channel someone by the name of Carth Onasi had arrived, but Ocelot was not informed. That really aggravated him. The expression on his face was stone-cold and killer.

"-and with that, you have my thanks, Carth Onasi." Queen Kalipana finished politely. "I would like to introduce you to my head of personal security, Adamska Ocelot. Adamska, this is Carth Onasi of the Republic Navy. He has come to assist with security."

Carth nodded in acknowledgment, but Ocelot just stared.

"I'll be on the east landing platform. Comm me if more important matters come up." Adamska gestured his hands as if mock-shooting the air with finger guns. He began the long walk back down the massive open archway to the main palace hub.

"If pretty boy thinks he can just stroll in and takeover...he's dead wrong."

the doors fell away and the mandos were rocketing for the city. regimas held tight to his trusty droid, decorated with

large skulls and bones his droid was quite a bit heavier and he soon fell slightly behind. suddenly the skull, tethered

to his belt came undone.skull flew upward, the droid continued to rocket toward the surface. regimas thought for a

second, then let go of his droid spread his arms, and jumped. regimas rocketed skyward, his squad, and his mount

now far below him. the skull just out of reach. he fired his gauntlet cable and was able to reel it the last few inches

to his outstretched hand. he could hear the voices of his squad in his helmet, com. drakus yelling at him, someone

mumbled "crazy bastard", another started laughing. clutching the skull he tongued the jetpack ignition switch.

nothing happened. he glanced back, one of his swords had severed the fuel cable! he was now free falling, his

mount,a miles him. he straightened his body, rocketing towards his droid. all eyes were on him. spreading his

arms and legs he slowed himself, his droid rushed up to meet him. regimas hit his droid, hard. he heard his

antenna snap and twirl away, as his helmet collided with the basilisk, his vision went black for a moment then

returned. he re-tied the skull to his belt, and mounted his droid properly.  then he heard drakus breath a sigh of relief and say.....

Shaking his head as Regimas fell back into his Basilisk's saddle, Fynn kyed his com.

"Do that again, and I'll blast you myself..."  Damn kid.  He'll need those guts tonight....if he doesn't smear them all across the city.

Joslyn let out a battle cry as she and Trudy dropped into the cool dark sky. It was only after the display of aggression and enthusiasm that Joslyn closed her eyes. She loved the sensation of falling and gave in to the feeling. She heard the others through their coms and smiled. For once she didn’t say anything cheeky. She simply relished the moment before the chaos began.

Her private com sounded, “Rather quiet there.”

Joslyn opened her eyes to the sound of Fynn’s voice. “Calm before the storm,” Joslyn replied simply.

“You’re not nervous?” Fynn asked.

Joslyn laughed, “I’m not going to pike on you if that’s what you’re implying.” Within her helmet Joslyn chewed her lip. She’d been with the squad a while but she was still the newest member and she often wondered if they doubted her capabilities. She never let that emotion show, but in moments such of these she was able to let her guard down, or so she thought.

“You’re not nervous?” asked Fynn as the glow from the atmosphere around their basilisk’s and armor faded and the thin air began to whip at their masks.

“I’m not going to pike on you if that’s what you’re implying” Joslyn shot back with a laugh.  The sort of laugh used to shield real emotions.

“It’s alright to have doubts corporal” Fynn almost whispered into his helmet mic as he watched the city of Theed grow below him.  “Fear is normal.  But don’t let it rule you; focus on your job and finishing it; worrying about failing will only make it more likely to happen.  Affirmative?”

“I think so Commander” she replied softly, as though she didn’t want to others to hear, despite the impossibility of that. 

“When you get down there, don’t think, you won’t have time for it.  Just do.  Rolling with your gut will save your life.”

“Roger that commander.”

Fynn killed his com and sighed.  He hoped he’d helped her.  She was new to the unit, almost as new as Regimas.  She had experience, but she was only just learning to be a SuperCommando.  This kind of warfare was entirely new to her, and he sensed her fear of failure and the amount of responsibility on her shoulders in such an elite group. 

She’d better get over it, and fast.

Fynn switched to his unit com.  “Prepare to light up thrusters.”  The drop thus far had been controlled only with their repulsers; their droids hadn’t lit their powerful thrusters to avoid the city's power sensors which they’d been warned about by their informant.

“On my mark.”  The ground was now growing much more detailed, their altitude very low.  “4…3…2…1…Punch it!”

The Basilisk’s suddenly lurched forward with the burst of power.  Their afterburners glowing brightly in the night sky, the two squads split up just above the Theed towers and raced for their objectives…

*could post Revolver; Theed sensor stations would be going crazy right now and you’d be getting a call*

* Dont mind if i join you do you? :D *

Name: Neil Griffin (Griffin is my name if you havnt figured it out :P )

Age: 23

Species: Human

Affiliation: Naboo Security force

Rank: Captain

Job: Senior officer of the palace guard. Also the training officer in urban warfare as his expertise is unrivaled.

WOC: Duel S-5 heavy blaster pistols, Heavily customized

Other: A vibro 'short' blade

Armor: An officers cap and a blast-dampening vest with added plates to protect from melee attacks and further protection from blaster shots. Also with durasteel plates protecting his thighs, shins upper arms and lower arms.

Appearance: Standing 5' 10", Muscular build. short brown hair, ice blue eyes. Wheres a necklace that his wife gave him. All though usually not allowed to wear personal items. no one questions the captain. He has quite some scars on his body, most noticably the one running down his forehead down to the middle of his cheek.

Personality: A humorous captain, yet serious. never sees the worse of things. Loyal to the last drop of blood in him. Loves everything. A big softy at heart. but ruthless on the battlefield. an expert in urban combat.

Griffin was on stag. It was night, about 2 in the morning. He stood upon the guard tower, slouching and half asleep. With his thermal/Night vision Bino's he was scanning the perimeter of the palace.

The night was quiet. The air stood still. It was a cloudless night. Then in the corner of Griffins eye he saw a faint burst of light.

"Oh...Crap!" He moaned

"Baseplate this is Bravo two zero, Posted on bravo tower. we got contacts heading into the city....Raise the alarm" Griffin shouted into the comms As he pulled out one of his S-5's and headed into the palace.

War was here

Joslyn felt relieved at Fynn's advice. She didn't have long to ponder it before her attention was diverted back to the mission at hand. She held tight to Trudy and felt immediate trust in her own personal droid.

Joslyn took a moment to study where the others were and aligned her basilick with her team. She left room for Tracyn to land first. She knew from experience that he liked to suss out an area before his team got too far ahead. "Do you think there'll be much resistance?" she asked her team leader.

Dachande had landed quickly, he was not used to the basilisk war droid, but he did a good job of landing it near the others. Once on the ground he immediately engaged his shiftsuit, cloaking and moving leaping and climbing onto a roof, where he had a better view. The hunt had began.

Marcus gave a "Yeeeeehaaaaaaw!" as he landed on the surface, and ran for a bit to get the flight out of him. Getting off his basilisk, which he named Count, and then scouting his surroundings by turning in a 360 degree motion, it turns out there was a lot of forest to their left, even though they landed on plains. Turning around, Marcus saw that Fynn and the others were landing over by the hangar. Fynn's voice came through Marcus' commlink "Sarge, what's your report?"

"Well, uh, there's a forest, but I landed in the plains, nice view of the city here. We could, you know, go totally all out. Kicking down doors, blasting the crap out of everyone we see, knock out some communications. Ey?"

"Right."

Marcus then hopped onto his basilisk and rode towards the hangar.

(Really sorry if I missed something, but this isn't sounding right to me:

(I'll wait to post until after I know for sure what's happening)

*Thanks Kelborn.  Let’s organize vode, we have our mission objectives, and I laid it out there in the post he quoted if you need to refresh on what we’re doing.  If there’s something you don’t understand, PM me.  A_A, yours works as you landed in the city with Red Team.  Please just add the others around you opening fire on the roof of the com station; maybe the tower coming down on somebody’s house in an awesome fashion  ;) .  Fett_II, no idea where you’re going.  If you could edit to fit my post here I’d appreciate it.

And again, you can post your sensor stations picking us up Revolver and calling you.

---RD*

To his right Fynn could see the lights from Red team’s thrusters disappear below the rooftops as they made their run on the communication complex.  The explosions that soon followed were all he needed.

“Blue Team, execute, execute, Execut!”

On the order, all the Basilisks throttled up and turned toward the hillside hanger bay.  As they fell into the entry pattern that the friendly fighters no doubt used, Blue Team tightened up; Starwind was almost close enough to touch.  As expected, the starship hull grade blast doors were securely sealed to the hanger. 

Fynn sneered at the defense.  Doors were made to be kicked in…

“FIRE!”

The ‘Falcon’ shuddered from the power if it’s full forward weapon array.  Blaster cannon bolts, Mass Driver slugs, and missiles streaked from Blue Team’s war-mounts with a brilliant display. 

The massive durasteel door quickly failed and was blasted away.  Rocketing into the brightly-lit hanger, the Basilisks began their work.  The Naboo starfighters were ripped apart as the swarming Basilisks rained fire down on them; mechanics and the hand full of pilots who weren’t vaporized ran for their lives.  Fynn’s ‘Falcon’ used it’s trainable forward cannons on some, while reaching down with it’s four fingered ‘landing claws’ and ripped the very cockpits from the fighters.     

When the hanger finally fell silent, the once ornate and room and been turned to a scorched ruin; it’s sleek fighters a useless pile of junk.

“DISMOUNT!” Fynn ordered, his carbine already out in case any security forces were to burst in.

As the Mandalorians dismounted their mounts, the Basilisks turned and flew out the smoldering hanger and made their way to the designated hold point that had been programmed into their systems before the mission.

“Kelborn, on point!  Go see if we woke the neighbors.”

“On the way!”

“Solus, go with him.”

The team’s designated marksman nodded sharply as he removed the disposable scabbard from his sniper rifle and chased after the scout.

“You bring any of those thermal-incinerator packs Jag?”  Fynn asked.

“Always boss.”

“Good, lets go find the armory then…those packs should make an interesting impression on any starfigher launched missiles or torpedoes they have stored…”

red squad swooped in, firing all they had at the comm. station, guards tried to run but were gunned down.regimas  fired,2 rockets streaked towards the comm. tower. weakened, the tower crumpled and fell, landing on a nearby building, destroying it completely. regimas gunned for the base, his basilisk didnt even hit the ground when he jumped. he tucked and rolled and was firing before he was standing. he saw a blur of motion rush past him, leaping to a rooftop. his helmet outlined the distortion, it was just dachande, doing his thing. the rest of his squad was already in action. the few guards around the complex now  smoldering. Joslyn had pulled some breaching charges out and was setting them in place on the complex door while the others took up defensive positions around the rubble. joslyn made a quick hand gesture and dived to one side, rolling behind the remnants of the tower as the door blew apart, sending hot orange chunks of metal raining down on them. one by one their heads raised, the smoke cleared and...

Joslyn smiled at a job well done, "I'm going in!" she told as she edged forward. She knew that they could simply slice into the Communications board but Joslyn wanted to use a more explosive solution.

She took point and quickly made her way upward taking out the gaping guards on the way through. The pair of Communication Officers were trying to send out a signal but Joslyn's initial explosion had caused the system to faulter. "Up boys! and believe me when I don't say things twice."

One of the Coms Officers pulled a blaster but Joslyn took him down while Regimas eliminated the other.

"Setting charge," Joslyn told as she prepared to finish off the Coms unit. Once the tower was down all communications would cease. The squad ran for it and then Joslyn activated the bomb. She grinned as there was a satisfying thump and the top of the tower fell to the ground. "Ah nothing like a job well done."

"We're just getting started," Tracyn reminded her.

"I know," Joslyn said with a grin which she was certain was relayed in her tone of voice.

"Sir we've been attacked on two fronts!!!...We've lost our fighters sir! We have no air support!" The comms technician shouted

"Hmmmm....have we ID'd the enemy?" Captain Griffin replyed, scratching his chin with the barrel of his SL-5

"Negative sir. Just that there good, heavily armoured and are utilizing heavy droids"

"Hmmm sounds like mando's too me....met a couple of free lancer ones. why on earth would they attack naboo!?" The captain said again. no enthusiasm on his voice what so ever

"Have all forces on high alert, rules of engagement....shoot to kill. draft in everyone who's done military service or can use a blaster. fortify the palace. NO ONE sleeps!" Griffin roared. takes out his second SL -5, removing the scopes from both of them and tossing them aside.

"Time to fight men" he smirked at his men

The sirens sounded to late, but all the warning wouldn't have made a difference.  the MANDOLORIANs came in fast and hard and where used to the task at hand, and their pilots were not, the whole world was not.  For hundereds of years, as long as living being could remember, NABOO had remained a tranquil planet, a dream of paradise. 

That dream was over today and along with it an entire squandron and its pilots in the first moments of the battle were wiped away in a one very lethal run.

The immediate explosions were over and only a few sympathetic ones filled the hangar, that and the sounds of the dying.  Those sounds were soon drowned out by the distinctive fire of heavy blaster, up close and personal.

His name was Jyron Baileen, a ship fueler of no renown. He was pinned underneath the wreckage of a scaffolding that had collapsed in the opening barrage, he had been on break enjoying his meal one moment, and now lay dying in another.  His moment of death came as an armored figure strode over him and leveled the largest blaster he had ever seen in his direction.  Fear didn't have time to register as his world went white and then dark, eternally so in an instant when the figure with the T shaped visor, something out of a scary movie pulled the trigger....

This scene was played out all through out the hangar as the living were killed and the dead stayed dead as the MANDO assault on NABOO began.

MANDO-1

NABOO-0

Ocelot sat on the ledge of the landing platform, smoking a cigar. Night had fallen over Theed, the skies were clear, calm, and uneventful...such peace would not las for long. Adamska spotted a cluster of faint lights moving down twords the planet at high speed, maneuvering like ships.

"What the...?" He stood up and pulled out a pair of optical binoculars to observe the now overly bright falling objects. Just then, comm chatter went berzerk.

"Baseplate this is Bravo two zero, posted on bravo tower. We got contacts heading into the city....Raise the alarm."

"I'll be damned. The Mandos are finally mounting an assault." Ocelot shook his head in disbelief.

"Milady, this is Adamska. Get to the throne room, I'll meet you there along with teams two through five, we are under attack, I repeat, we are under attack."

Tracyn and the others had all landed, and Joslyn was going to take out the Comm. Tower. She did, and Red Squad watched as the bomb blew the tower's top off.

"Ah nothing like a job well done" Joslyn said, and he reminded her that they were just getting started.

"Ya know, Joslyn, I could have just sliced into the Communications board and we wouldn't have to waste any ordnance." Tracyn said.

"I know, but blowing things up is much simpler." she replied. He knew that she was grinning under her helmet. Suddenly, a pair of Naboo guards who must have heard the explosion came running up behing her, about to open fire.

"Osik!" Tracyn shouted as he quickly drew a WESTAR and killed one of the guards. The other fired off one shot before he was blasted, too, but the shot was poor, and it flew past Joslyn and into the rubble of the Comm tower.

"We had best be on our guard. We have no idea when another one of these guards will come." Tracyn said as he holstered his WESTAR.

Joslyn inwardly cursed herself, she should have been more alert. She could bask in her succes later. "So do we continue to rain terror or are we going for the first warehouse?" Joslyn ask Tracyn.

"Terror for now," Tracyn said as they took the path of agressor yet again. Joslyn hopped upon her Basilisk. "Corporal, you and Trius go west, we'll head east. Destroy any Naboo security sectors you can find."

"Yes sir," Joslyn said with a salute. Trius said nothing as usual but was happy to follow her lead. Joslyn knew that wouldn't last for long. If Trius enjoyed anything, it was causing chaos and destruction to his enemies.

((Hey dude, this is the Mandalorian wars, I dont think there were westars, unless were just throwing out the timeline, which is fine. If we are then nvm this))

Dachande sprinted forward, he would task himself with taking out high priority targets, like turrets and speeders, anti-infantry targets, and snipers of course. He found snipers a disgrace, dishonorable, focusing on taking out targets from a distance with little risk to themselves. He loved coming up behind them, clicking his mandibles and watching them jump. They usually made good trophies, he had found one now, an alien with a large rifle, which looked like it wouldn't fire once without exploding and killing its user. Dachande picked him up by the throat, the alien gurgled and its eyes widened. Dachande stabbed him in the gut and dropped him, pulling the skinning blade from his belt as he checked for anything he might need to blow up or kill in the area. He looked down at the alien, which was still alive, but not for long, and he laughed.

Trius followed Joslyn aboard his own Basilisk. He cockpit covering opened and retracted into the body of the droid so he could move around an bit and jump out at any moment.

The two droids flew throught the pretty streets of Theed. Trius blasting things here and there, but nothing too serious or aggressive. Things would really get hairy once he had a chance to dismount. Joslyn puased her droid.

"Trius." She said and pointed at a building ahead of them in a clearing in the city. It was a remote security barracks. A base seperate from the main barracks to distribute emergency troops to any problem areas of its sector. A perfect place to halt any resistance.

Trius leapt off his Basilisk and withdrew his vibroswords from his back. He landed in front of the door just as it hissed open and two security officers were running through it responding to the alarm spreading about the city right about now. He landed with an audible thud and let loose a roar that resounded well outside his helmet.

The 7 foot, muscular, red and black, horned Zabrak Mandalorian weilding two vibro swords blocked the way out of the building. The two security officers took several steps back yet were frozen in horror. Trius wasted no time. He cleaved the first one in two from the waist and stabbed the other through the face. He chopped his head off and it stayed, still impaled upon the sword. Trius swung that sword and the head went twirling, spraying blood everywhere, into the building. It hit a group of 5 more troops turning into the exit hallway and they took a second to register that a disembodied head just smacked into one of their own troops.

Trius was upon them in an instant. The few shots the group could get off dissolved upon his chest armor or just missed. He hacked down 4 of them in seconds and the fifth remained staring at his huge horns in terror. Trius chopped him in half two ways with his swords. Joslyn cam in behind him, carefully stepping over the remians of the first two guards in disgust.