Post 2
Tython Orbital Station Force
Units (Other Platforms)
The
Clone Offense Troopers pressed the advantage minutes after boarding the Tython Orbital station, loaded with ammunition and hate, and began cutting through sealed access ways or blowing them open with explosives, coming under fire immediately from defending marines.
They had come equipped with DC Carbines and under mounted attachments, Seeker Rail Detonators, and were loaded with Glop Grenades. And
alllllll of 'em wanted the blood of Imperials on their hands.
OT-007, leader of his squad advanced cautiously, the Fett Clone as fearless as his brethren. Fett Clones of The Ghost Army were engineered that way, and conquered whatever else could not be completely excised with strict training.
Oh-Sev sent out an encrypted dot dash code to the Clone Saboteur that was a part of his unit, to start opening airlocks on certain decks that would bring them closer to their objectives...and suck out the air in certain passages where enemies were.
But it was the Droids that were proving a serious problem.
There were combat simulations he had trained in against these models, but they were still nothing like the real thing. These bastards were TOUGH. After a few moments, he ordered the droid bombarded with glop grenades as it fired on them, hitting and killing his squad mate next to him. This Clone Trooper armor might as well be tissue paper compared to what counted for armor in this era. Pared with its lethal accuracy, a fair amount of caution, and strategic use of its built in Jet Pack, the Droid had kept his particular squad from advancing. The weapons kept them in the fight against others, but ion bolts seemed all but useless against this particular Droid...
But he was a Fett Clone. And Fett Clone Troopers learn how to kill droids before they learn how to
crawl...
There was more than one way to shave a wookiee...
But it was the soldier, not the weapon, that made the true difference in war. These Imperials, by all accounts, were even more savage than was typical. It had allowed them great gains, but they had lost before.
Because they fought only to rule with an iron fist. They didn't understand, or didn't care, that history had already discredited their approach. Imperial Factions are always undone by their own inherent selfishness and cruelty. This was something he had observed in his private studies. They make great gains at first, and kill a lot of innocent people, but they are always stopped in the end, their falls equal to their initial rise, at least in the magnitude of opening glory in comparisons to closing humiliation.
The super strong Dark Trooper struggled to free itself using its jets from the adhesive deployed but that stuff had cured fast in the open air, and stuck it right to the ground. Concentrated blaster fire on a single spot on its face, directed at the eyes, the single most vulnerable point on the Droid Model, eventually melted through the sensor lens and into the delicates behind it, superheating the internals of the skull as it exploded.
A message came in from the Plague Destroyer that was overseeing the Clone Trooper assault on all platforms that forces sent by
Liram Angellus
, according to Intel, had arrived.
There was a beep sound and the supermodel like Biot closest to him, clad in a skintight metallic crimson catsuit like the rest of the biots with them, rushed and brutally yanked him away from the ensuing plasma blast, she was just fast enough to escape death but not damage, the blast ripping her right arm off and completely scorching one half of its body a charred, roasted color.
"Heavy systems damage at forty p-percent..." the Biot gasped. the amount of damage done to something deliberately designed to be alluring even as it killed in grotesque ways making the moment all the more bizarre and surreal for the Clones who watched it.
"Can you still fight?" Oh-Sev asked the Biot.
She nodded, flicking what was left of her black hair back. Her skull was partly exposed by the blast.
"We should be very cautious not to get too close to those Droids in future engagements." she cautioned. "Assume they ALL have those destruct devices."
Oh-Sev nodded.
"Team, concentrate fire on the joints and face." he told the others.
"Mark my words, we're gonna burn through the anti armor stuff
fast." One of the B1 Assault Battle Droids muttered. These were stock units, and thus had the annoying, typical B1 voice.
"It's not so bad, if we gotta go out, at least we'll go out
Roger-Rogering." the second Assault Battle Droid said, with the typical battle droid computerized emphasis on the variation of their typical reply to orders.
"YEAH! We'll
Roger-Roger until there is nothing left to
Roger-Roger..." The first Assault Battle Droid replied happily.
"Nearly a full millennium after the Clone Wars and our creators STILL didn't want to shell out for a better personality matrix than the ones they
used in those wars..." one of the other Offense Troopers muttered. "Typical credit-pinching
bullchit..."
"
Roger-Roger." The Battle Droids said in unison, having both gained the idea to troll him at the same time."
The Offense Trooper sighed.
"How the CIS could suffer
an entire army of you bastards is something this Trooper will never understand."
"
Roger-Roger..."
"I give up." The Offense Trooper complained, hefting his rifle and walking away from the Droids.
"We've already lost one. Our armor isn't rated for the kinds of weapons we're facing. They're
barely rated for
vacuum..." The grumbling Trooper said. "And things could get nasty
fast if we run into any Alliance right now."
"It's not just the armor, but the discipline that counts. And the best armor is
not getting hit to begin with..." Oh-Sev replied. "We'll be on the lookout for any more of these, but tell command to send the word. Glop grenades first upon encountering
any droids of this model."
Oh-Sev turned to the rest of his unit as they scavenged their fallen comrade's ammo and divided it amongst themselves. Every bit would help. The precious seeker rail charges were of high priority to recover in circumstances like these.
"We'll make our push for Engineering with the other teams. Expect heavy resistance. Chances are high that Alliance Marines will be coming to destroy this place if their command decides it cannot be seized. We must not let that deter us from our objective. We know our roll. It is to soak up blaster fire so the Alliance and Jedi Order can get the job done. This ain't about anything but winning by giving the enemy too many threats to deal with. And our threat is the kind of threat that is ready to die to win."
"What if we run into Alliance Spec Ops?" One Trooper asked.
"Don't engage. Retreat if they fire at you. They'll probably fire at you anyway but don't fire back. I remind you all that you are forbidden from engaging Alliance personnel, even if it would save your life."
The team moved forward, aided by deadly accuracy. They were very good at shooting targets when on the move themselves, and relied on tried and true Clone Squad discipline, providing covering blaster fire on enemy soldiers any time one of their own squad moved to new cover, The Clones began scoring eye shots regularly, functionally acting as something of a Glass cannon. They were
extremely lethal with their carbines, with an uncanny ability to score headshots even using burst or full auto, but their armor just
could not take more than one hit (and a glancing one at that) from the modern weapons used by the imperials. The armor was another problem. The Biots and Assault Droids provided heavy support, firing their DLT-19 Rifles on burst fire, or resorting to shotguns.
Things, however, got serious when
two more of those Dark Trooper Droids showed up, and they found themselves completely pinned down, using the natural architecture of the station for desperate cover. This time the Biots engaged them more directly, firing with deadly accuracy at their eye lenses even as they themselves got perforated and burnt, slighty much more vulnerable to damage, but compensating with squad tactics, constantly firing at the very weapons the enemy droids were holding. The armor looked only slight singed in the chest plate area, the bolts glancing off its energy shield and face plate until a burst of heavy concentrated fire managed to overwhelm the shielding and finally penetrate the sensor lens on the Dark Trooper Droids.
Oh-Sev finally decided to use one of the rocket attachments, fitting it with a napalm warhead which he fired at the Droid whose shielding had ruptured. The 30mm Napalm Rocket burst all over the head of the Droid, slathering it in molten hot napalmy goodness that rapidly overheated its brain circuitry, causing it to go haywire as the extreme temperature of the chemical began to melt through even its legendary Beskar plating slowly but surely, but not enough to take it down on its own, firing and finally blasting through the side of the torso of the heavily damaged biot missing one of its arms. She had been nearly cut in half but she was still firing at it's very slowly melting head, fortunately. The napalm had compromised the molecular structure juuuussssst enough on the head plating that one of her DLT-19 shots managed to finally penetrate the skull and severely damaged its internal circuitry, finally downing it where it violently self destructed moments later.
Meanwhile the second, one, having finally accepted the danger the clones posed, fired its flame thrower and cooked one alive before armor piercing shotgun fire from the other clone carbine undermounts, heavy explosive slug fire from the biot shotguns, Seeker Rail Charges and combined carbine fire completely destroyed its face plate and forced it to retreat, concentrated ion bolt Carbine fire and two more undermount shotgun blasts from the surviving clones completely ripping one of its arms off. But they hadn't killed it. Oh-Sev hand signalled a Biot to follow him, and hand signaling the others to scavenge ammo and weapons from their fallen comrade, whatever they could carry.
"Head on a swivel, it could be trying to lead us into a trap..." The intact Biot, named Carol in its day job, said. Oh-Sev did not understand this era's penchant for making Combat Androids look like Supermodels, but he was finding these biots extremely reliable, even if excessively creepy in spite of their great beauty.
Oh-Sev got out his remaining Glop Grenade as he reloaded his carbine's rocket undermount on. He didn't want to use the high value Seeker Charges where more plentiful ammo could be spent or unless left with no option.
They immediately came under
heavy fire by not just the damaged Dark Trooper, but an entire squad of enemy Marines.
They both toss their grenades and opened fire, Oh-Sev blowing through his armor piercing shotgun ammo to penetrate the high quality modern armor the Marines sported that his ion bolts could barely scratch (the same could not be said of their weapons: both Oh-Sev and Carol managed to land shots that hit the fresh clips of blasters as they were changing magazines, as well as their grenades, causing massive explosions amongst their number as Carol's plasma grenade landed, bathing the hoard of Marines who didn't eacape in hot burning plasma, the glop grenade trapping the Dark Trooper as Oh-Sev and Carol falling back to their original position.
"Seekers!
Seekers!" Oh-Sev yelled as he dived behind cover to avoid the blasters of vengeful enemy forces, whipping out his detonator weapon and pumping a full clip of seeker rail charges into the faces of approaching enemy units, right as the other clones did so. The explosions were immense, causing great rumbles across the deck...
The Dark Trooper Droid at last broke free, but one of the assault Droids ambushed it by popping out of cover just as it approached and blasting it completely apart with a rocket to the face.
"
Roger-Roger." it said compulsively.
"C'mon, fellas..." Oh-Sev said grimly.
"Let's go soak up
more blaster fire for the Alliance grunts..."
Meanwhile...
GUARDIAN 2 and 3
The teams tasked with raiding Guardian 2 and 3 had less specialized equipment, because they were there to force the Imperials to waste effort and ammo on a highly aggressive enemy that moved very rapidly.
This has its advantages, what with the forces under command of
Marlon Sularen
or
Joseph Torson
currently fighting for their lives, it made assaults made at inopportune moments much more critical to counter and mistakes made by an enemy on the defensive in such situations were costly and extremely difficult to recover from.
OT-509 had an undermount that fired 40mm rounds, except the "40 mm round" in this case was a
buckshot load, which basically made it a poor man's Super Shotgun. And he had just fired it at a squad of advancing Marines.
The blast that came out of that undermount was so powerful it was like detonating a
fragmentation mine in their face. Thick, heavy durasteel buckshot slammed into limbs, chests, weapons, not penetrating or killing them due to their modern armor but knocking them down as concentrated fire like a squad based version of the Alpha Strikes being carried out by the ships outside slamming into faceplates and lenses, overwhelming shields and penetrating lenses. Chest shots were risky, and he had already lost a few of his own from single hits. It was a violent firefight ever since the cucumber-cool clones (say THAT ten times fast!) had begun their raid, stubbornly pushing into the Guardian 2 even as resistance grew more and more determined and stiff. The Clones deadly accuracy while moving scoring many a kill while suffering the penalty of a potential one hit kill to the chest, was making enemy squads resort to using cover more whenever possible. Too often, an imperial Marine would be out of cover a second too long firing and his overconfidence would cost him, his head and limbs getting violently blasted by clone carbines, wielded by Clones who possessed supreme discipline. Oh-Nine was proud to call them his brothers.
The Rangers had an even sharper eye, even without their sniper rifles, their trigger discipline often allowed them devastating headshots that often passed through face lenses, or hit grenades or Magazines being swapped in. One Ranger managed to even shoot down the barrel of an enemy rocket launcher, and its ammo exploded in the launcher, killing the enemy along with his entire squad.
But when a clone made a mistake it was costly. Their armor was basically paper mache to the weapons the defenders were sporting, and their discipline was just as fierce and fanatical as that of the Clones themselves. The Ranger armor was slightly better.
Slightly.
509 pushed ahead with his squad, loading up a 40mm Plasma Round this time and fired it at the defenders who had set up a barricade. The explosion was horrifying, bathing the area of the barricade in plasma fire that rapidly chewed through expensive armor where their carbines could not.
"Another glorious day in this Clone's Army..." he muttered as he watched them die.
The Plague Destroyer sent an encrypted transmission. Marines were trying to land on the hull. 509 decided to give them a hand.
"You! Droid!" he shouted at the Droid Marine, gesturing to the nearest viewport.
"Give me a rocket!"
"But Rockets are for
firing! Not
giving!" The Droid Marine protested.
"
Stupid Droid! Curse The Trade Federation for making your model! The
VIEWPORT, MORON!" 509 shouted.
"Ohhhh. The
viewport!" The Droid Marine said. "Coming right up!"
The stupid droid fired and burst open a wall with a view port so that open space sucked out all nearby enemies. The Clone Trooper armors of the Offense Troops and the Environmental Bastion Armor of the Rangers instantly activated their internal oxygen. 509 felt the beginning of a chill. The Armor would only hold up, keep him alive for so long. He had to find atmosphere immediately.
"Book it, troops! Them Alliance Breachers DEFINITELY saw that blast, and we do NOT wanna be here when they come in!" 509 ordered.
Across the station, every Droid Marine was ordered to do the same, firing at an exposed viewport to create a big hole into space for Alliance Marines and such to get through. The same thing occurred on Guardian 3, with the clones present on three using glop grenades and plasma rounds much more aggressively than 2, the vast majority of the teams fighting deadly Dark Trooper Droids they were all but forced to expend heavy ammo on to destroy, even as a number of their own were slain in turn. Explosions lit the hulls of the station, some clones in many instances emptying their buckshot and plasma rounds point blank into enemy armor to successfully damage it, with the internals drowned in carbine fire...
Meanwhile.
The special forces units of Magdalena Bloodscrawl were doing much better by far. Not only did they have a powerful sorceress with them, their special ammo was also vastly more useful.
Magdalena used her blood to sabotage electrical systems. Forcing doors closed on certain decks to try and force enemy units to divert their path or slow them down by cutting through. The blood began to spread, infecting many local electronics and allowing her to feel where life forms moved on the station. The Clone Saboteurs aides them by continuing to stealthily slice into local networks, reporting enemy movements and sabotaging power coupling as enemy units passed by with deadly results.
One of the Navy Stealth Clones contented themselves with ambushing strangers, killing them and then using their own ammo to booby trap their bodies. But as good as they were, they were not invincible, some of the primary offense squads had been badly reduced in strength by fire fights and the enemy was growing more determined. But House Bloodscrawl was
also willing to destroy the station.
Magdalena felt him before a Saboteur reported what
Darth Immortuos
was doing. She felt his evil and told the others she was separating from them to draw the Sith out.
I am here, Blasphemer. she called out to the horrible presence as she split off from her unit, spears of glowing green blood forming from gaps in-between her fingernails and launching outward, force infused projectiles tearing through high quality armor of defenders, evading units equipped with ysalamiri. Her magic let her phase through certain walks by smearing them with her blood first to find a more advantageous route to draw the deadly Sith into the open.
I am waiting. I am not afraid.
The Spec Ops units all pressed for the command center, ready to make the fight more difficult for imperials...whether the Alliance forces already assaulting that area were prepared or not.
Meanwhile...
The
heavy Battleship Throne of Obedience, which was closest to the orbital station launched simultaneous attacks, launching its stealth fighters (Xanadu Blood Replicas) into the fray to attack the fighter defenses of enemy ships firing on the fifth fleet, focusing on the main cannons of all enemy Star Destroyers in particular while the battle ship itself let out a concentrated volley of its Fusion Cannons, their ancient power great enough to potentially threaten even the most modern shields and armor in only a few hits, while the
Yoda's Sledgehammer fired it's main composite beam laser cannon at one of the enemy Destroyers also, it's composite beam points defense cannons lancing out red beams to try and swat multiple enemy fighters out in a single sweeping arc, all of its main guns firing at the enemy fleet as well as station defenses, while the
Wisdom of Mace Windu launched seemingly endless volleys of all its side mounted weapons at the enemy ships currently attacking the Celestial City and Silver City, trying to draw fire away as much as possible. Each bolt that hit them was one that would not hit alliance forces ...
Tibera Jessen
Abraxas Colt
Kahlil Noble
Mahsa
Pal Veda
Corazona von Ascania
Zaiya Ceti
Ran Serys
IMPERA
