Republic Trenton Barracks

[Galor Iram]

Dozens of dropships headed through the dense clouds and fog, slowly lowering themselves at an angle towards the pads which would provide their passengers an escape from these small craft. Above, four moons would be orbiting this planet, and one of them belonged to the Mandalorians. This border had been the site of many treaties and discussions between the Republic and the Mandalorians, and this would be evident once again.

Out of the dropships came a variety of people. Some were soldiers that were tasked on boosting the planet's security, others was technicians for setting up extra defenses and placing beacons to detect any arrivals on the planet. There was a few diplomats among them and another team which would be sent onto the moon above to find any traces of the Mandalorians gathering forces on the border. Although such rumours came often from the Outer Rim, these had gotten to the ears of several senators and with that implication, the Admiralty had decided to do the task themselves before it became official business from the senate.

For the moment, the diplomats would remain at the base, the soldiers would too although they would be deployed in several key areas of the planet and the technicians would be hard at work throughout their stay putting in the beacons and extra defenses incase the Mandalorian's did arrive.

[Triton Delso]

0800 Onderon/Dxun Atmosphere. Mandalorian Dxun Defense Fleet. Capital Ship Shadow Cruiser Omen. Caution procedure.

Gen. Triton Delso looked solemly out the transparisteel viewport on the bridge of the Omen. Under his gaze lay the planet of Onderon and this particular planet had a long history for his people as well as that of the Republic. His gaze became fixed for long moments and he found himself thinking about the stories that his grandfather had told him about the basilisk war droids falling on the planets surface like rain. Never retreat never surrender. Respect and Honor. This is what it meant to be a mandalorian. Perhaps the galaxy had forgotton, and it was time for them to be reminded. But Delso's dreams of grandeur had been interupted when he felt as though he was being watched. To allow one to watch him or study him allowed him time to find weakness, not that there was such a weakness in a mandalorian. They were by far the finest warriors in the galaxy. It was one of his captians standing behind him. The general turned slowly to face his captian who said nothing but handed him a datapad. Delso nodded and turned away examining it pertinally observing the very war-like movements of the Republic. Onderon is too close. We must ready our defenses and home fleets.

[Galor Iram]

With soldiers now patrolling the planet for signs of a Mandalorian Invasion, Galor had taken a back seat in Coruscant. Reports was being sent every hour to the Fleet Headquarters in Coruscant, ready for examination by top officials. The technicians had been hard at work and secured several outposts on the planet with modern defences which would halt an enemy advance onto the bases. Small shields had also been established in the bases and was running on low power until an alternative means of production was found.

Back at the barracks, the Diplomats had also studied the reports which were being sent back to Coruscant. They were preparing to send a team of two up to Dxun to speak with the Mandalorian Commander, hopefully they would be able to get some idea of his intentions for the region.