(Ok, if this isnt ok, tell me and it will be removed, just making stuff up off of the top of my head)
KRI'TAK, HIDDEN FORTRESS CITY, LAST INTACT URBAN CENTER ON MANDALORE NOT UNDER IMPERIAL CONTROL
Warfare was bad. Jungle warfare was worse, but to PK-26532, "Kane" Urban warfare was the worst of them all. Especially when you were fighting Mandalorians, and especially when the city you were in was cut off from air support by fifteen massive anti-air/space batteries. His squad ran through the city, checking windows, praying they were not just walking into a trap. He charged through a door, taking point, a shot flew centimeters past his face, melting his optics, he fell back as his squad rushed past him. After a moment he reached up, still dazed, and pulled his helmet free. He was instantly bombarded with noise, blaster shots in the distance, the thundering of the batteries and the scream of TIEs
"Three-two! Hows your condition?"
"Green sir, helmets fried, but I can fight."
"Roger, move on, Five eight, you got point."
The squad moved on, clearing buildings, working towards their objective. They were in a small apartment, quite barren, when the wall exploded. Three-two stood, his ears were ringing, he was disoriented, when he looked around his squad was in mostly the same condition. He looked out the window. An ancient machine sat in the street, the smoking barrel of its gun pointing at the hole in the building.
"MOVE! MOVE!" Three-Two obeyed without thinking, sprinting out of the room as a deafening blast sounded and the room exploded again. A blasted out wall made a door and rubble made a ramp into the street. He sprinted down, as the machine's turret spun, tracking the scattering peacekeepers. Three raninto a building, the doorway exploded as the machine fired again. The commander tried to kick open a door, but on the third try the door splintered, streaks of light shot out as a high caliber projectile weapon punched through him. A group of eight mandalorians charged from behind, their guns blazing as they fired on the peacekeepers.
Three-two had managed to make it a good ways away, and now was observing the fight from a safe distance. Suddenly the machines top hatch opened, and the crew scrambled to get out. The reason became clear when the ground seemed to explode, Three-Two spun, looking up. A Star Destroyer floated above, less then a mile in the air, its shields flickering as the anti air/space cannons focused on it. Fire poured from the turbolasers, melting the duracrete and durasteel of the city, thundering explosions bloomed upwards as the anti-air/space guns were destroyed, thousands of rounds being cooked off by the heat.
Three-Two stood in awe of the destructive power wielded by the ship, but he realized that no matter what happened to this planet, the mandalorians would remain strong. No matter how many were killed, no matter how badly the planet was bombarded, as long as there was a single one left. Mandalore would not falter, Mandalore would survive.
[i]The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed[/i]
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