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Posted: Feb 1 2011, 10:41 AM
Group: Paladin Jedi (Administrator)
Member No.: 3
Joined: 27-October 08
It was noon on Anaxes. The sun was shinning brightly through a cloudless sky with only a gentle breeze to offset its warm rays. In the Citadel, students walked to their classes in one of over a dozen different academies. They were the brightest minds the Galactic Alliance Navy had, and soon they would be serving as officers in the fleet.
There was no traffic in the capital. It was Anaxes law that no vehicles be allowed within the city limits. People traveled either by foot or by keffi. Amid the tall buildings and expansive boulevards were luxurious parks that added a startling cacophony of greens to cityscape.
Many called it the Green Coruscant.
At 12:05 local time, the sky grew dark above the capital. Students looked up from the street to see massive warships breaking through the atmosphere in great clouds of fire and smoke as they came in hot. Between the great ships were smaller dots that looked to be troop transports.
More and more people began to look up. Soon the entire city was staring at the sky. There were more dots now, finally coming into focus.
Somewhere someone whispered the dreaded word: basilisks.
The sky was filled with them now. Thousands of heavily armored semi-sentient machines of war, with Mandalorian riders on their backs, came screaming down to the surface of the planet as deadly beams of death erupted from their onboard cannons.
Then Anaxes shook and the air was deafened with sound or turbolaser fire. Buildings evaporated into dust and cinder as streets were choked with great clouds of debris. A flood of destruction fell upon the city. Many drowned in the chaos.
Ixtren reveled in the pure joy of his basilisk sweeping through the air and pummeling the city block with lasers and missiles. He felt the speed of the beast and yelled an ancient Mandalorian battle cry as his brothers joined him in battle. Together they were unstoppable.
Off in space was the remains of a decimated GA Fleet. It's loss was but a small hole in the full might of the Galactic Alliance Navy.
But here on the surface was the pride and joy of the GAN. These recruits were the hope and future of the navy.
Ixtren watched as a cluster of baradium missiles crashed into one of the prestigious Anaxes military academies. His helmet's enhanced vision picked out survivors fleeing from the blossoming ball of fire.
Caught in the moment, he leaped from his basilisk to the planet's surface, falling in front of a group of students. As he rose to his feet, filling his hands with blasters, he saw the fear on their faces turn into grim determination.
They charged him.
No weapons other than fists, and no more than six in the first wave, the young recruits came at him.
Awed by their courage, Ixtren holstered his blasters and charged right back. Iron fists crunched bone. White armor became red.
Alone amidst the pile of bodies, the Mandalore look around at the death and destruction.
He stood there, heart racing, eyes pounding with adrenaline, lungs beating in his chest, and savored it all. The beast within him was alive, and for the moment, he had no intention of caging it.
Anaxes capital fell first, but it was not alone. All across the fortress world, cities were smashed and raized by the Mandalorians. Within hours, the entire planet was engulfed in a maelstrom of war.
Finally Ixtren's body began to tire. There were flames and fire everywhere, but fewer people running through the streets. He checked his chrono and saw that three hours had passed.
He activated his comlink. "Fleet, this is the Mandalore. Send the message."
High in orbit, the Mandalore's flagship sent a message to Saul the Hutt informing him that Anaxes was now in Mandalorian hands. Ixtren made only one request: If you wish to keep it, send reinforcements.
"They better arrive soon. The GAN will be sending a counterattack before too long."
Red, one of Ixtren's commando officers, looked at the Mandalore. "More for the fight."
Ixtren looked at his friend and wondered whether there was a smile beneath that helmet, or a grim war face lusting for battle. It didn't matter. "Let us go to the ships and prepare."
Posted: Jun 10 2011, 01:59 PM
Group: Paladin Jedi
Member No.: 34
Joined: 30-August 09
Raza arrived into the Axum system with his ship, Tula. It felt good to be behind the controls of something more spacious than a cramped starfighter.
Too bad the scope was flashing an alarming red as hostile dots prepped and armed their weapon systems against his arrival.
Raza knew better than to let them speak first. "Thiz iz Jedi Master Raza Sebatyne, Paladin Jedi. Master Skywalker sent me to speak with the Mandalore. Thiz one would appreciate you not targeting the Tula."
An oddly high pitched voice replied over a a general frequency. "Stand down, Dead Fists. Tula, this is Captain Rahder. We'll escort you in-system to Anaxes. The Mandalore is on his flag ship in orbit right now."
"Soundz good, lead the way."
Raza readjusted himself in his pilot chair as the Mandalorian starfighters changed formation and headed toward the purple ball in the distance. Anaxes looked rather interesting from space. Even with all the Mandalorian dreadnaughts hovering like pack hunters.
The Barabel Jedi Master smiled to himself at the high rate of speed the Mando fighters were assuming. With a small adjustment from his own controls, he easily matched it. "Bucketheadz are still as slow as ever." He sissed to himself.
Before long they were at their destination. The Mandalore's flagship, Skirata's Blade, sent him approval to dock.
On the bridge of Skirata's Blade...
"Master Sebatyne, welcome aboard my flagship." The Mandalore stood in his gleaming silver armor, his helmet resting on a nearby command desk. "I imagine after the long flight you'd like to remain standing?"
"Thiz one would prefer, if it is not an inconvenience."
"None at all. So, when can we expect the reinforcements?"
Raza looked around but did not see a chrono anywhere. "What time iz it?"
Ixtren cocked an eyebrow and checked the nearest display screen.
Raza paused a moment as he calculated the current time and the differential from Rishi. "Ten minutes. Jedi starfighters, and a few Wookiee gunships. One of the Coalition's fleets will not be long after. General Saul seemed most anxious to send no less than two of his own fleets."
"Good." The Mandalore paused. "Am I to assume correctly in that you are here so I can hand over control to you in preparation of withdrawing Mandalorian troops from the ground?"
"You assume correctly, Mandalore."
Ixtren smiled. "I'd tell you not to worry, but you look like the type who might enjoy ripping my head off."
Raza couldn't help but sis in response. This Mandalore was not the thick headed buffoon he was anticipating. Of course smarter prey wasn't always a good thing.
"While you're here I might as well give you the tour. Let me show you around."
Posted: Dec 26 2011, 11:18 AM
Group: Paladin Jedi (Administrator)
Member No.: 3
Joined: 27-October 08
Some time later...
Back on his flagship, Ixtren was a little hesitant about leaving the battlefield. The conquest of Anaxes had worked brilliantly. With the element of surprise, his troops had swiftly conquered the planet with very light loses. However, such a prize was hard to hand over. Part of him wanted to hold on to the planet. To claim it for Mandalore.
To start an empire?
Ixtren shook his head. What was he thinking? Mandalorians conquered planets, they did not keep them. What spoils that could not be taken off the planet were never meant for Mandalorian hands. His people were a nomadic people, and now was certainly not the time to break tradition.
Besides, he did not have the manpower for occupying planets. His forces were best suited for raids or brief assaults. Long term operations would tear his war machine to pieces.
It was with that line of thought that he was able to order the helmsmen to set a course for the fleet and launch them into hyperspace.
Anaxes was in Jedi hands now.
I wonder...do the Jedi realize that while they may feel in charge, the bulk of their occupation forces are Hutts?
The Jedi really weren't that different from Mandalorians in some ways. Both were nomadic in nature. They wandered the galaxy in search of purpose. Both orders, if you could called the Mandalorians such, were also limited in number and material support. Neither could launch a full scale war for any length of time on their own resources.
How odd. I find myself in bed with the Hutts to support a possible military campaign, and the Jedi jumped in too. He pulled up a holovid of Anaxes on a nearby control station. Whose really in control here...the Jedi and their Coalistion...or the Hutts?
Ixtren knew he wasn't the only one with ideas of revenge. As much as the Mandalorians would like to blacken the eye of the Republic, so too did the Hutts.
Time we had another talk, Saul.