(OOC is here.)Summary of the Mission Briefing:This was the war the Masters didn't want to fight, the fight the Masters feared. The Jedi were the tip of the spear in the liberation of one of the Republic's most vital worlds, Duros. It was the highly polluted home of one of the first spacefaring species and one of the first planets in the Republic. It was in the Core, the center of the Republic itself. The Mandalorians were in this far, to where the most powerful and influential worlds and citizens were. Corellia itself was next if Duros was allowed to stay in Mandalorian hands, and the high profile nature of the world meant that a victory here would be resounding -- it would send a message to the flagging morale of a Republic shuddering under the weight of this terribly destructive war.
Duro is an occupied planet with vital strategic resources, including the Duro Shipwrights' Guild orbital shipyards. IRSOG is to spearhead the operation in an attempt to take these orbital facilities and use them against the Mandalorian forces on Duro.
IRSOG 37's task is to overtake the orbital traffic facilities at Duro, which control access to the orbital shipyards, and allow in other Republic Forces to assault the Mandalorians in other oribtal facilities. 37 was requested specifically for this mission because it has a high number of Jedi personnel; the Mando have yet to meet prepared Jedi in actual combat in any great numbers. While in the past, they have encountered Jedi here and there in their invasions, they have not seen Jedi on the offensive.
37 is assigned to the Fenris, an experimental Foray-class corvette with upgraded stealth abilities; it is able to mask its identity and evade detection as necessary, though the first wave will come in a Mandalorian-made Teroch-class gunship, armed with valid authentication codes. The Fenris will remain on station for fire support, command and control and other functions for IRSOG 37 and the main invasion force. This boarding party will include Commander Ossun, who will take control of the facility's systems to maximize the effect on the enemy and assist in subsequent naval operations.
Duro's orbital traffic control facility is a space station that controls radar and defenses for many of the shipyards, taking it for the Republic means that the guns can be turned against the Mandalorians as well as clearing the way for the Republic assault craft. Enemy presence is unknown within the control station.
The shuttle was cramped quarters; mostly Jedi and some IRSOG soldiers in the seats, but there was only so much room and the plan seemed to call for a small number to assault in force; the Jedi were ready made for it in close-quarters with their light sabers, but it still felt a bit malicious, as if the Republic planners decided to throw the newly-arrived Revanchists into the cauldron here and now to see if they could do it or not. They were simultaneously pinning their faith on the legendary abilities of the Jedi and punishing them for sitting out the war until it got to this point, until it got into the Galactic Core, the very heart of the Republic. It was a backhanded compliment, and a sign of their desperation, really. The Mandalorians, at first, probed and fought very limited engagements that lulled the Republic into a sense of complacency, and then struck with everything they could mobilize against a Republic that reeled under the scope of the onslaught.
The interior wasn't merely cramped, it was also low-oxygen; Mandalorians had air supplies in their armor, and the appearance of heavy damage that would show up on scanners to verify the code they'd send, as well as the commo in Mando'a, as handled by Noldor's droid, would allow them emergency access and entry to the station. The damage was real; the life support actually was knocked out by the Republic forces that ran across this ship when it tried to raid Corellia. When repairing it for this mission, Republic mechanics slyly jury-rigged the hyperdrive so that it would appear functional. The Fenris would arrive, release the Teroch gunship and the latter would limp into the orbital port facility. If the Mandalorians bought it, it'd look like the gunship arrived on its own power, just barely, and would not notice the much larger blockade runner that ran powered-down so as to keep the sensors from picking it up...well, anything short of a focused scan with a CGT array.
It meant that everyone that needed oxygen was wearing a breather mask, and there was no artificial gravity in the ship. It made for an uncomfortable ride in, but the point was to get the drop on the Mandos, and that meant taking risks on a deteriorating rust-bucket of a shuttle. The risk, after all, was amply justified by the lives saved if IRSOG did it right. There were fourteen seats total, between crew and passengers, and room in the cargo hold for more, but they didn't bring more, largely because lifeform scans would pick up more and more would be viewed suspiciously. Rather, they went in as the number of Mandalorians that had been aboard when this thing was shot up, and hoped that this would pass scrutiny.
There was tension in there, and it wasn't merely the non-Jedi looking at the Jedi in askance. The tension came of knowing that if the gambit didn't work, if the Mandalorians didn't buy the poodoo patty, they were going to get disintegrated in space by the orbital defenses.
That is when the comm systems came alive with the sound of Mando'a, a language that maybe some knew or some didn't, but the droid knew best.
The query was, as far as most could tell, regarding identity. Then the response from the droid, using altered programming that allowed it to credibly simulate a human voice, then the counter-question regarding why the ship was late. Then the security codes, the explanation, the scans...
...it all felt like hours, but it took minutes before they were cleared, but told to head to the dock in traffic control, before they were actually tractored in. The portholes in the ship showed Duros, a dusty tan and pink sphere, the remnants of a distressed ecology and then the new ravages of the Mandalorian slaughter of the populace surrounded by the orbital shipyards, which were being used to refit and retool, or even produce, what the Mandalorians would need for an offensive against Corellia, another of the prominent core worlds.
It was a massive array of ships in the docks. It was overwhelming.
Then, too, there was the actual orbital traffic control station, retooled as a defensive nexus by the Mandalorians; they'd done the job quick and dirty, because they didn't expect to be staying on Duros long after jumping off to Corellia, and so they'd slaved the automated defenses that existed before to this one location to free up manpower. They knew they were creating a vulnerability, but they assessed the probability of attack as low. They figured on-site security was good enough.
They didn't anticipate Jedi.
The station was blocky and asymmetric, a hexagonal dome made of slab-sides and angles with little beauty to it. The docking area for it extended out with many different tendrils, most of them empty but a few bearing gunships of the same class as the ones they were in, albeit in better condition. That was, after all, the point. The ship crawled in with an audible chonka-chonka-chonka sound audible to those within the cabin that was hardly reassuring, trusting the Commander to pilot the limping, wounded ship in. It was one thing, perhaps, to crash a ship in or otherwise employ a ship that was repaired, it was another, and a feat of skill, to do it with a damaged one intentionally, rather than as an emergency measure.
Of course, there was great relief when the ship finally pulled into a landing bay; through the portholes, they could see the tan-painted durasteel bulkheads and the buildup of cargo containers and supplies, as well as the control room for the hangar bay itself, with its sealed shutters and its security doors; they had to break into their to get into the system and start opening doors. There were great air vents, higher than a normal being could jump without a pack, pumping sweet air into the hold, but no one was sure where they came out at.
The ship's engines cut off with a groan and a whine that sounded unhealthy, and it was doubtful they'd start again without considerable coaxing, but the dilapidated ship's job was already complete; they were in. The hydraulic bay doors opened to reveal beings inside, and it was to the shock of the advancing Mandalorian security team that several of them lit lightsabers and came on at full speed, in a sudden, shocking rush, in the fray with the speed that few beside force-users could muster.
The Revanchists just struck their first blow in the war, at the tip of the spear.