Objective: Naboo RPG (Page 2 of 7)

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.

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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

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."

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.

“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*

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.

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.

*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…”

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.

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

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.

((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.