Breaking the Unions (ACA Invasion of Rebel Geonosis)

[Irys Arist'lar]

Irys broke into a half-jog down the corridor. She knew this ship like the back of her hand, yet in the odd flashing red light everything looking unfamiliar. Different features were brought out by the emergency lighting, and the bothan admiral nearly ran into a bulkhead at a junction.

“Move it!” she shouted at the pair of droid guards. They refused to budge for a moment as they scanned her and her identity card before allowing her onto the bridge.

“Ma’am!” Captain Wist’lon called, he had been standing over the shoulder of the Bothan officer at the conn, but quickly turned to face her.

“What’s going on?” she demanded. She carried on trying to smooth down her ruffled fur, but knew it was no use. This was supposed to be a routine operation for them, and so she had been off duty to last portion of the hyperspace journey.

“We’ve got multiple reds, moving up from what appear to be new installations,” Wist’lon explained. Irys turned to the holo display and took in the scene. That was Geonosis alright, but those were indeed large ships moving to engage them.

“The rebels don’t have ships of that size!” she exclaimed, and before she could stop herself she added: “Why didn’t you contact me sooner?”

“We called your comm and send Ensign Kith’ia down to your quarters ma’am,” Wist’lon replied.

Irys managed to hold his gaze, she was too focussed now to be embarrassed. “I must have turned it off, and fallen asleep in the mess. What ships have we got against us? Is it Omega?”

“Not Omega, they’re unknown, they’re still coming around from the far side of the planet. Scout ships have given us rough sizes, but they’re not matching any recognised signatures,” he replied. “It gets worse. We were supposed to be dropping off troops and supplies to relieve the garrisons still fighting the rebellion. The garrisons are not reporting. We’re not getting replies from any Abrion units on the surface!”

Irys swore under her breath, she took a datapad and moved to the command centre at the rear of the bridge. Captain Wist’lon returned to his chair behind the conn. She had the whole battlegroup to command, but the Majesty still needed a captain. It was a good job Lieutenant Stil’dor wasn’t considered vital to operations. If an ensign had turned up at his door things would have been awkward.

“The ground forces want to begin landing in a concentrated area and get themselves a foothold near the foundries,” a Colonel to her left suggested.

Irys turned to a Military Intelligence officer on her right. He shook his head but was reading a scrawl of text across his screen. “We’ve got assets on the ground, they say the Rebels seized control of all remaining military assets in a final maneuver. They sent messages back to command, but couldn’t reach us in hyper-space. Apparently any remaining forces have gone into hiding, but they’re planning to capture key members of the rebellion,” he said.

“When?” Irys asked.

“As soon as we arrived,” he replied.

Her train of thought was interrupted by Captain Wist’lon: “Ma’am, we’re detecting gravitic anomalies. Maybe from the surface, but we can’t jump back out from our current position.”

“How long to reinforcements?” Irys called, watching the slow advance of those red dots.

“Our patrols are still along the Protectorate border,” called someone from a comm station. “Command says they’ve made arrangements with a mercenary outfit, who could be here within the hour. But you won’t…”

“Tell them to get on with it then!” Irys interrupted. She cast her eyes across her datapad, reading a summary of every bit of intel coming in. Fight of flight. This was clearly a trap, but damned if she was showing any rebellion her arse today. A few more seconds and her mind was made up.

“Commence landing procedures, fleet form up in defensive pattern Auresh Three, launch fighters!” she barked.

“Helm, twenty degrees port by fifty ventral. Start finding me a target for the long guns!” Captain Wist’lon called down the chain.

“Aye,”
The bridge was suddenly buzzing with information as the Abrion war machine went into action.


Fleet

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Gunray Class
ANS Majesty
Tambor Class [member="Chaos Maxtor"]
ANS [TBC]
Contention Class
ANS Devastator
ANS Much Improved Aim
Maladi Class
ANS Blaze
Sev’rance Class
ANS Direct Approach
ANS Scream
ANS Lancer
Dirk Class
ANS Indignation
ANS Don't Shoot
Sickle Class
ANS Peace Wagon

ACA ground force

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ACA ground force

ORBAT (ignoring secondary support units)

· HQ Company [member="Raziel"]
· Droid A Company (128 Clankers, MTAT) [member="Prime"]
· Droid B Company (96 Clankers, 16 Super Clankers, MTAT) [member="Besh Prime"]
· Droid C Company (96 Clankers, 27 Hailfire, MTAT) [member="TD-18"] ?
· Fast Attack D Company
o Aerial Platoon (32 Baron)
o Recon Platoon (4x4 Clankers on STAP)
o Recon Platoon (2x9 Hailfire)
· Support E Company
o Sniper Platoon (8x2 teams)
o Anti-tank Platoon (32 "War Bug" Sapper Droid with anti-tank weapons)
o Mortar Platoon (8x4 War Bugs)
o Proton Cannon Squadron (4)
· Armour F Company
o Skocha Tank Squadron (6)
o Skocha Tank Squadron (6)
o Anti-air Squadron (4 F5 Buckler)
o Light mech Squadron (12 'Shredder' Light Mech)
· Air Support
o Hunter-Killer Drones (20)
o S90 MAAT 2
o LAAT/D 2

ACA Header Template:

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Objective: A / B / C
Location:
Allies:
Enemies:

Objective: A / B / C
Location:
Allies:
Enemies:

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

Please wait for Rebel Alliance setup post!

Rules

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  Wheaton’s Law
  
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  Wheaton’s Law
  
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  3 Objectives. Winner of 2 Objectives is the victor.
  
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  Moving between objectives takes 2 posts and 48 hours.
  
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  5 allies only
  
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  2 characters per writer
  
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  After two weeks status of invasion assessed. Can either declare then, or extend by another week
  
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  NPCs assigned to each person and defined in terms of size and scope in advance.
  
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  TBC
  
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  Start Date ~18th
  

Objectives

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  A) The ACA fleet is ambushed by Rebel forces. They must hold out until reinforcements can arrive.
  
  Starting conditions: Rebel Alliance 10,000m vs ACA 6,000m
  
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  ACA reinforcements (4000m) to arrive in 48 hours real time to even the sizes
  
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  Any fighters not starting in carriers count towards the limit
  

[*]
B ) ACA ground forces must break through Rebel lines and re-take one of the main foundries

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  ACA and RA forces defined in advance
  
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  No spawning additional NPCs
  
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  Objective will be taken/held through both player actions and good use of NPC forces
  
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  Level of command of PC controllers to be defined in advance (ie commander of whole force, commands a Company, etc)
  
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  ACA must retake a small command centre (50x50m) that resides 1km behind the main defensive emplacements.
  

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C) ACA special forces attempt to seize a political figure of the rebellion hiding in an abandoned Geonosian Hive crypt

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  Very few NPCs and they’re there for fluff only
  
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  Covert skill and 1v1 combat key
  
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  They have a location, name and holo-image of the target
  
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  No collapsing tunnels to cut off your opponents and make the objective impossible
  
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  No gassing the whole crypt etc to make defending the objective impossible
  
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  NPC must be brought in alive (RA cannot kill the target either)
  

Guidance

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  Feel free (please do) speak to your opponents. This about enjoying your writing.
  
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  By all means work something out OOC and then write it. No one is going to tell you off for arranging to lose because it negatively affects a team.
  
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  Take hits.
  
• If you want to control ground units on Objective B talk to your FAs. Please don’t spawn new troops or add posts about troops attacking who are not under your command.
• Tag your opponents Properly!

 

[Krasnaya Xue]

Admiral Xue was running through preliminary burnout operations on the new (if a refitted Venator-class ship could be considered ‘new’) Skywalker-class vessel when inbound ships were detected at the edge of the system. And there was way too much mass flying this way for it to be anything friendly. No diplomats were scheduled to arrive, besides.

There was no other reasonable conclusion except that the Albrion Corporatists were arrived to take back what they had lost hold of. Too bad they would find that the people of Geonosis were a little less than open-armed to their former governors, although the Rebellion had not quite brought everything to its cause--yet. This would be a true battle for the people’s hearts and minds.

A moment later, the intruding ships flashed out of hyperspace and outside the asteroid fields, their looming hulks blinding the stars behind. What an ugly portrait they made. “Confirmed: Corporate Alliance vessels,” Krasnaya’s lieutenant commander relayed. So they had indeed arrived to resubjugate the planet’s denizens.

Klaxons were triggered, and the entirety of the Rebel Alliance would now be on full alert. Merchant ships and other various cargo vessels were turned off-course from their journeys between Ryloth and Geonosis, a civilian protection procedures underway. It was showtime.

“Chief Brightsky!” she called over the comms to the command vessel. “The corporate nationalists are in-system!”

Making haste for the bridge HUD system, Admiral Xue looked about to all of her officers and raised her fist. “Unity! Freedom!” It was the first time the Red Fleet would be facing adversity on such a scale. Down with the empires!

From here, all men and women were engaged, weapons charging up as they awaited the inevitable.

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[member="Adrik Turov"], [member="Aleksandyr Gaillard"], [member=Alena], [member=Apoc], [member="Armand Temi"], [member=BB-4001A], [member="Braha Saca"], [member="Castiel Lennox"], [member="Cora Passek"], [member="Corruck Kazen"], [member="Darik Plutan"], [member=DasGeneral], [member="Eugene Leopold"], [member="Jake Cabur Tor"], [member="Jessica Century"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Kharen Promethien"], [member="Khloe Sparrow"], [member="Leea Pandac"], [member="Lugus Porkins"], [member="Mark Sage"], [member=Marque], [member="Marrik Aloxum"], [member="Nagate Hei"], [member="Noah Corek"], [member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Roth Tillian"], [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"], [member=Shorwarr], [member="Solan Charr"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Tomas Raynor"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], [member="Verd Skirata"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

Allies:

• [member="Noah Corek"]
• [member=Vulpesen]
• [member="Silas Mantis"]
• [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
• [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

Spoiler: Fleet

x1 Avenger-class Star Defender - 1600m
x1 Skywalker-class Star Destroyer - 1137m
x1 Mothma-class Star Destroyer - 1137m
x1 Solo-class Carrier - 1137m
x5 Dorin-class Assault Corvette - 200m
x4 CR90 Corellian Corvette - 150m
x4 CR92a Assassin-class Corvette 139.25m
x3 Vinnath-class Pocket Carrier - 160m
x5 Shield-class Medical Frigate - 380m
x3 Raider-class Corvette - 150m


=

10,000m

Spoiler: Planetary forces

x2 SPA-1F Mobile Artillery squadron (6/squadron)
x1 SPA-1S Mobile Artillery squadron (6/squadron)
x1 Flint-class Medium Tank squadron (6/squadron)
x1 T-65XJ3 X-Wing squadron (12/squadron)
x1 Rogue Squadron (mostly PC)
x2 Geonosian People’s Armed Militia company (150/company Geonosian and Rebel soldiers with napalm grenades, Rebel Maulers, AR-47s, SXB-1 Scrubbers, TDL-1 Tempests)
x25 E-Web gunner (1)
x4 Sniper squad (4/squad)
x1 Anti-armor unit (8/unit with Homing Rocket Launchers)
x1 Rebel Anarchist unit (25/unit)
x2 Shadow Legion squad (10/squad)

 

[Thane Drexel]

Location: Aboard the Solo Class Carrier
Objective: 1 defeat ACA fleet
Allies: [member="Krasnaya Xue"]
Enemies: [member="Irys Arist'lar"]


Standing aboard the bridge of the Solo class Carrier, Thane wore his brand new officers uniform. Recently he'd been promoted to Captain and his first action was here, with the Red Fleet, heading for Geonosis. The Admiral had signaled that an enemy fleet was inbound for the planet. Confirmed ACA vessels.

"Sir, FleetComm confirms ACA ships. We are enroute now to the sector."

"Scrabble pilots to their ships as soon as we get wishing range, deploy all fighters. Leave the Bombers until the fighters are clear. I want diamonds all around this ship."

Thane took a swig from his luky flask and prepared for war.

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/54117-solo-class-carrier/

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Behind Rebel front lines
Objective: B
Allies: Rebel Alliance
Enemies: ACA
Patricia was stepping off of her transport in front of one of Genosis' infamous droid factories. She was here on business and was to take a tour of the facilities to see if the Ravens would be interested in having some of thief droids built here to aid the Rebellion, after all if the rebel's money was good why not let them build a few droids to help out in their battle against capitalist pigs like herself.

"Okay Patricia, you are here. Geonosis, home of the creepy bug people now turned selectivist. What could go wrong right?" Patricia said to herself and awaited a spokesperson for the rebellion to come greet her.

A few minutes passed by and nothing happened, and at that time she looked down to her data logger and turned it on to start browsing the local news. An emergency broadcast went on saying there was ACA ships near orbit and they were not really the most friendly in the world. Patricia slid her hand down her face and sighed very unhappily, letting out a groan she was in the exact same situation as fething Manaan. But this time things were going to be different, much much different. She had made mental and physical preparations to occasions just as these, the third time was the charm after all.

"Son of a queen." she said and trumped back into her shuttle.

After a few minutes the woman came back wearing her Armor and holding a very large sniper rifle dangling by her side was submachine gun loaded with Sith killer rounds it was safe to say the woman was decked out and ready to roll. Reaching down she flung a insulated backpack filled with extra ammo onto her back she knew how much the rebellion enjoyed their EMPs so it was safe to have something capable of at least keeping one or two of her gadgets safe. Picking up a case of extra ammo for her sniper rifle on her right she began the process of taking a lift up the roof of the factory.

Once there she looked through her Augmented Warfighter Visor at the scene before her. She was pretty far behind the front lines, roughly three kilometers to be exact and she was set up to defend the factories. Placing her gear down Patricia opened up her back pack and pulled out a Bird watcher drone and let it fly. Setting up her backpack as a base for her sniper the woman began to control her drone and let it fly forward. She could pick her targets then lay them out from a distance.

 

[Raziel]

Objective: B
Location: Coming to land several km out from objective
Allies: @Raziel [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Triam Akovin"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Prime"] [member="TD-18"] [member="Besh Prime"]
Enemies:

Raziel allowed himself to sway with the rocking motion of the transport. All about him was commotion. Even in transit the Abrion 5th Battalion’s HQ Company was at work. The assassin let it all wash over him. The noise, the shaking, the Force. Everything went past him, and yet nothing affected him.

The gear he carried had been double checked several times already. No need to waste time going over that again. Whilst his sharp mind was always capable of formulating a plan, there was no need to interfere with the business of the army officers: human, bothan, rodian and droid alike. He could sense so much through the Force: the coming conflict was a vertex in the future, the trepidation of those nearby was powerful, the heady mix of fear and tenacity from those Rebel soldier he could feel in the distance. And yet there was no need to call on it for aid. Yet.

“They’ve got the foundry sealed off!”

“Scout drones have picked up defensive emplacements, but we’ve not discerned how deep they are.”

“Damned if the 4th are going to punch through Rebel lines whilst we’re stuck in a siege. We’ll crack them open.”

“…about ten clicks out. If we land there behind the ridge, we can appraise the situation with recon platoons, find the best position for fire support and start to advance…”

Raziel listened to odd snippets of conversation. At one point he even looked up at a holo-image. It displayed a great number of rebel targets, as well as the swarm of dropships descending. Many targets, but this one was his. The rapture had been difficult for the powerful empath. He’d been forced to experience every emotion of those around him, and then immediately found himself in the middle of a battle. All that fear, pain and anger. He was almost hesitant to throw himself back into that. But if the rapture had taught him one thing, it was that you sometimes needed to take decisive action for the benefit of everyone. No point waiting on a task, when you knew it needed doing.

Today the Knights of the Obsidian Order, and the droid legions of Abrion would get on with this task and they would get it done as a demonstration of their skill, power and professionalism. The rebel slime would think twice about pushing their propaganda in their space again.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Objective: B
Allies: ACA, [member="Raziel"]
Enemies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

A russet, rocky terrain sprawled forth before Orcus. Red oxide soil clung to his bare alabaster chest and his sable cargo combat pants. A massive, chitinous shield hung from his left flipper, but he did not mind the weight, despite the heat. It was a comfortable, familiar feeling, just like the ridged hilt of his great-saber, pressing deeper into his skin as he clenched it tight in his right flipper.

He narrowed fathomless black eyes against the dust kicked up by moving troops. Two Darkwater Security guards loomed behind him, menacing as they glanced around for threats to their principal on the battlefield.

"Abrion Systems provides important trade," Orcus rumbled to no one in particular, "The Rebel Alliance have made that trade difficult. I will help show them the error of their ways."

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Entering Geonosis space
Objective: B((eventually)
Allies: Rebel Alliance
Enemies: ACA

Vulpesen's ears flicked at the beep on a console to his right. "Great, dangers at a time like this?" He turned to find the source of the beeping, a special holo-terminal made to help him keep track of his allies. He clicked it on and read through the message scrolling up the screen. Geonosis, of the Rebel Alliance is under attack by ACA forces. It was all that was given and all that was needed. Making his way around the room, he gathered up his things, called a squad of his royal guard(ten men) and headed out the door.


A couple of hours later, the Valde would exit hyperspace with the desert planet spanning out below him. "Alright men, gear up and lets travel down." He took a look behind him, seeing the face of the men that had followed him into battle, each one was armed with a standard blaster rifle, pistol, vibrosword, and the same grenade load out that was carried by their leader, Vulpesen. Letting his companion Ace, take control of the ship, the a ore mentioned leader started towards the ramp, checking his own equipment. The Twilight Fox armor, complete with his mask and, his lightsaber, and a standard blaster pistol. Such were the items that were easily visible. Hidden in various places of his coat, the Tenevi would also hold a set of five daggers, three EMP grenades, three frags, and three canisters of Rhak Skuri grenades. "Ace, send the Rebels a message. I don't want them shooting me out of the sky before I get to even see our first enemy."

 

[WelshPsych]

Objective: C
Allies: Rebel Alliance
Enemies: ACA

Yuroic had been tasked with guarding a political figure for the day, a task that a seemingly normal day woukd have be more than a boring day but it seemed that today was not a normal day. During a mid yawn the klaxons were sounded, Yuroic snapped awoke and grabbed his lightsaber. He ignited his orange saber as he looked to the other guards, he was sure there were probably some more qualified guards for the task, but he was a former assassin, he knew how assassins think.

First task was getting the possible target out from the open. He followed the protocol for such events if they were to occur, they were to move to the Hive crypt freely, the action was taken quickly so hopefully the ACA wouldn't be able to find them yet although he couldn't be sure of that so he pointed to one of the other guards, "What traps can we make to protect ourselves from assassins? We need to check what weapons we have and we need to secure every entrance and possible entrance!"

He sighed as he gripped his saber tightly as he looked towards one entrance and walked over to it, inspecting the entrance and judging whether there was a way to possibly block the entrance. He bit his lips, he wasn't experienced in situation and his nerves were starting to show as he twitched against his saber and vibrosword

 

[H3xle]

Objective: B
Location: Coming to land several km out from objective
Allies: [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Triam Akovin"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Prime"] [member="TD-18"] [member="raziel"]
Enemies: Rebels

Droids don't pace. Droids don't blink. Droids don't feel apprehension. Droids calculate, the smarter ones, like Besh Prime, could network with other droids to make calculations go faster. Besh wasn't the type of droid who usually established a network, he was designed to be an infiltrator. Needs were as they are, and though young, Besh had experience in combat. He looked around his MTAT Transport, querying the droids in his unit, checking ammunition levels, structural integrity, lubricant levels, lubricant seals. He then ran a diagnostic on his droids runtimes, checking for any malware present in their systems, any malicious code. Nothing there. His troops were ready for battle.

Besh Prime climbed up to the top of the transport and out the hatch. His feet automatically magnetized to the hull of the transport, and he stood there swaying as he held his Blaster Rifle in a ready position. He scanned the air for any sign of enemy air support. He knew that his transports were weak to air assaults, so he wanted to make sure he knew in advance so he could offload his troops.

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[Marek Starchaser]

Objective: C
Location: Landing
Allies: Credits
Enemies: Mediocrity

It was like they were trying to test her. Yes, Molly was actually a full fledged member of the Abrion Corporate system lately. They gave her a vocation, a paycheck, some sweet armor, and a lightsaber. She worried that this wasn't her calling, but lately? A bit of training with the likes of [member="Raziel"] and she took a few levels in bad ass. Could fire a blaster straight and deflect bolts with a lightsaber. And there was even a bit of the Force she could use. Sure, she needed people who were a bit stronger than she was to get where she needed to go, but that would come in time, anyhow.

And the Rebels, they were looking for free work for everyone? No fething way. Molly Rieux earned everything she had. And now she was going to help the galaxy learn that the best way to improve themselves was to earn their way. Not get it handed by some hoity-toity Alliance. What were they even rebelling against? She had no idea, but she'd figure it out soon enough. Or kill them, whichever.

She was riding down in one of the waves for the combat team. But little did she know what she exactly signed up for. She was going into the belly of the beast, as it were. First thing first, make it to land.

She did not like flying.

 

[Prime]

Objective: B
Location: Geonosis
Allies: Friendly Runtimes
Enemy: Meatbags

This unit had seen the reports. Apparently Prime was unstable. Apparently wearing the skins of fallen warriors was not exactly the most politically correct move. Apparently the destruction of the enemy had limits. Still, they were activating Prime. Prime was given the update that any insectoid creature was a friendly. A whale was friendly. Rebels, things that did not belong on Geonosis were not friendly. They were enemy runtimes. A virus. They must be eliminated.

Prime could do that.

The droid was not activated until it arrived on Geonosis. It did not fly well. Any sign of struggle in the ship set off its need to attack an enemy. When the droid fully powered up, it automatically linked into 12 Clankers in its platoon. According to the download of data, the platoon would cycle to link with Prime, giving the droid commander an organic view of the battlefield. This unit was here to maim.

This unit was built to maim.

It was a three meter tall droid, after all.

Prime's droids had an MTAT. Which was the basis of the Geonosian products. It was why the Abrion Corporate Something was taking the world back.

Prime didn't care the reason. Prime cared for destruction.

It didn't matter to Prime that bugs could only serve a queen, and would probably not be selectivists. It didn't bother Prime that selectivists existed, though the programming told it that they were stupid. Mainly because everytime selectivist showed up in its system, it was recognized as an error.

A critical error.

Taking note of the surroundings, and its orders, Prime was getting ready to mobilize.

There was also a whale.

That was... unexpectedly interesting.

[member="Raziel"]
[member="Hion the Herglic"]
[member="Besh Prime"]
[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Behind Rebel front lines
Objective: B
Allies: Rebel Alliance, [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Vulpesen"]
Enemies: ACA, [member="Raziel"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Besh Prime"] [member="Prime"]

Inside the foundry and surrounded by Rebel troops, Agent Khloe Sparrow had assembled The Rebel Anarchists - a 25-person, rag-tag group of young, disenfranchised galaxians that the Alliance had recruited to help with exactly this type of battle - and they awaited anxiously the order to begin repelling any invaders.

Khloe was dressed in Heklerkok RA-1 Ranger Armor which allowed for moderate protection against blasters and sabers but also fluid movement as she would command her soldiers from her Mobquet Overracer. She rode back and forth on the bike as room in the factory permitted, as though preparing for a Swoop race. Whereever they attacked or defended, she would ride beside the anarchists who carried E-Web Rifles and were armored in a medium weight protective suit provided by the Rebel allies. Their rifle aim had markedly improved by hours of practice which Agent Sparrow herself had conducted with the rowdy youth brigade.

The Lorrdian biker would herself be carrying a Recal Ion Blaster as well as a vibro-dagger strapped into her belt in case she needed to get up close and personal with an enemy. She also carried a REDS grappling hook in case of a quick getaway off of her bike and up onto a building or factory ledge.

“This is what we trained for on Ryloth, during those long hours at The Rocky Range in Joreikna! This is what freedom tastes like Rebels!” she shouted, zooming around and getting the anarchists all riled up for what they were really good at - violence and mayhem.

 

[Ahra Martrey]

Objective: C
Location: Surface, 1.4 klicks from Hive entrance
Allies: [member="Molly Rieux"], [member="Phade"], ACA
Enemies: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], Rebel Scum

An Espada-class transport dropped out of hyperspace and immediately raised its stealth systems. Let's see if you can spot THAT, Ahra smirked as he glided through the developing space battle, confident that the Rebel fleets would be much more interested in the main ships than a single transport that was nearly impossible to see anyways. "Rachel, we're in," he called over the transponder as they hit atmo.
"Roger that, Avathar. Sending coordinates." a pleasant female voice responded. The ship's computer received a tight-beam burst of encrypted info and translated it into a location. Ahra steered the ship in that direction.

He put the ship down near a hidden bunker and shut down the majority of the systems. Not being found will be more important than a quick escape. He lowered the ramp and activated the ship's defenses, then strode briskly across the sand toward a large dune. Sand around the outside collapsed as a door opened under the dune, revealing a short, stocky man. Ahra nodded at him as he approached the door. "Rachel."
The man cleared his throat and stepped aside to let Ahra through. "Avathar," he replied in a voice more fitting his build.

Ahra stopped and looked around the computers around the bunker as "Rachel" closed the door behind him. "What do you have for me?"
"The target is a Rebel political figure. He's been building their image with the populace." He handed Ahra a small holoprojector, a Kel Dor rotating slowly above its surface. Ahra took it and studied it for a moment while downloading its contents. "Significance?"
"Kel Dor known as Mister Anderson. He's been a major force in winning the hearts of the populace. We don't want to make him a martyr - you're here to capture him, no assassinate him - but it would be better if he were out of the picture."
"Understood." Ahra pocketed the holo and began going through a checklist of equipment in his head. "Do we have a location?"
"There's a Geonosian hive just under a klick and a half from here. He's somewhere in there, but passive scanners can't pick up anything inside. An active scan might, but it would undoubtedly give away this location."
Ahra nodded. "Good call. Keep hidden, and make sure no one steals my ship."
"Gotcha." Ahra strode toward the door. "And Ahra? Good luck."
"You too, Alec. Once we own the planet, drinks are on me."

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Objective: Chiasa to C, Highlighted Gear to B
Location: Space surrounding Genosis, entering atmo, Entrance to C
Allies: Ravens, Rebels [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Enemies: ACA Sith-funders, [member="Molly Rieux"], [member="Ahra Martrey"]

"This is bloody stupid."

The Twi'lek growled, looking at the beeping read-outs on her Washburne Class Shuttle, currently circling Genosis with a full shipment of Ion Grenades and Ion Cannons the Rebels had ordered. Gods only knew who's shields they were shooting down now, as long as it continued to not be hers she didn't care. The five Exo-Suits were largely just to tempt them into buying more.

"Why are we here again?"

Asked her current co-pilot, the Togruta male named Henbeddestr, largely accepted to be the best get-away driver in the Red Ravens and also at least moderately entertaining for those long flights.

"Because they paid and I had conversations I wanted to have with Armand-motherkarking-Temi!"

"It's not too late, the alarms just went out, I could turn us around and get us out of here."

"....no."

"Are you-"

"I'm sure! We have too much invested in this!"

"You're the boss, where are we engaging then?"

"Get a sit-rep from the rebels on where their forces are."

"Done aaaaaaaand done. Downloading now."

The Twileks yellow eyes scanned the screen. Defensive perimeter in place, good, decent fleet presence.. And right there.

"For the love of.."

"What? Just realized you've got entomophobia?"

"You looked that up just for this trip didn't you?"

"I.. may have."

"They have one of their brass on the ground outside their perimeter."

"Aaand?"

"And that's a high priority target! If it was us it'd be a trap but knowing the Rebels.."

"Do we care?"

"Yes. We need them for now. I don't know what information that target has!"

"So.. breaking atmo here.. Where am I going?"

"Kark it. Drop me off to babysit I suppose, go dump the shipment at the defensive perimeter and then get out of here."

"Awww, no dog-fighting?"

"You gonna lean out the ramp with a blaster?"

"You need a better ship."

"My ship is the best at what it does."

"Which is?"

"Escape."

"Yes Ma'am. Coming up on your drop point in five if you wanna gear up."

"I suppose heels aren't really apropriate.."

She sighed. Was it so much to ask to live a life where you were allowed to wear nice things? But no, it was always with the fighting. She moved to her quarters, bulling one of her seemingly endless supply of little black dresses over her head and losing the heels as she went. Alright. Glistaweb bodysuit followed by Shot Caller Armour. Leviathan Bracers. Five Particle Shield Grenades on one side of her belt, five ray shield grenades on the other. One outlaw shot gun with the full range of ammo. Pack O Punch, Stunner Shot, Sith Killer Rounds and the good old 12 gauge standard. A set of ARCs and a Little Birdy Bird Watcher rounded out her gear. With a shrug she grabbed a few containers of Trip, and the Wompa Grade mace that usually lived in her purse.

These Rebels had better bloody appreciate this. She didn't get on a battlefield for just anyone.

"We're here!"

"Open the ramp then"

She said, grabbing three of the ion grenades as an after thought.

"You're clear on your orders?"

"Dump the gear, get lost, yeah yeah."

"Good."

The shuttle was hovering only a few feet from the ground, the Little Birdy flew out with the Twi'lek following soon after. Her feet hit the dry ground, and she immediately turned and made for the entrance to the Hive-crypt. She blinked, adjusting the HUD being fed by the Little Birdy into her ARCs, providing an overhead view of the surrounding area.

Henbeddestr for his part took off as instructed, noting the comm signature of [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]. Hailing her on the Raven channels.

"Coming in with present from on high! See you soon Red Dress!"

 

[Apoc]

Objective: C
Location: Inside Geonosian Hive crypt
Allies: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
Enemies: [member="Ahra Martrey"] [member="Molly Rieux"]

Tensions were high. Radio chatter was dramatically increasing as the minutes went by. Even though Apoc remained underground away from much of the fighting, there was still a definite threat from the invading force. Nobody knew if the location of the VIP, that Apoc and a few other soldiers had been tasked with protecting, had been found out but they would not take any chances.

Unfortunately for the masked soldier, no action had come. The threat of impending doom and boredom was a strange mix. It was the exact mix that Apoc hated. He long hoped to be in a battle. Recently, he began to miss the feeling of battle. The adrenaline rushing through his veins as superheated plasma flew by, that is the feeling he really missed.

Clad in black with his ancient respirator attached to his head, the rebel soldier sat in one of the many holes made by the geonosians before the hive was abandoned. From his high position, towards the ceiling of the structure, Apoc had a good view of anybody leaving or entering through the main doorways. However this position would not be viable in battle as it provided little concealment from potential enemies.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Behind Rebel front lines
Objective: B
Allies: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
Enemies: [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Prime"]

The large raven drone flapped it's wings and flew over both Rebel and ACA forces alike, bating it's large wings and letting out a robotic caw every now and then. The bird flew down disguised to the average eye as just another bird. However the robotic bird moved to a large cliff and peered down it to look at a very large whale flanked by two security guards [member="Hion the Herglic"] a bit further from the whale there was a droid with an MTAT and a few other assets. But that didn't bother the raven, it just watched and did it's job by beginning to highlight targets.

Roughly five and a half kilometers in the other direction was the droid factory where Patricia was perched up. She had her drone shift it's gaze to the MTAT [member="Prime"] that was under control of the droid. The drone highlighted the transport then Patricia's Augmented Warfighter Visor went to work doing what it does best. Streaming information.

"Confirmed" Patricia replied to Chiasa's thug and remained still getting ready to take the shot.

Spoiler

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MTAT Multi Troop Assault Transport


Role: Transportation
Height: 15.2 meters
Length: 35.4 meters
Width: 18.1 meters
Weight: 100.2 short tons (200,400 lbs)
Propulsion: Repulsorlift
Top Speed: 30 km/h
Armaments:

1 Medium duel-laser cannon

Passenger Capacity: 120 infantry droids or 30 droidikas
Cargo Capacity: 50 short tons (100,000 pounds)
Misc. Equipment:

Heat Sensors
Sonar Array
Life-form scanners
Targeting systems
Droid Brain

Strengths –

Heavy Armor
Capable of taking substantial damage
Can be used to establish FOBs and Firebases


Weaknesses –

Slow
Highly vulnerable to air attack
Repuslor lift is easily damaged
Droid brain is easily damaged from within the craft
Light defensive and offensive capabilities

Once she had the information she needed Patricia grinned at it and shifted the massive sniper. Her warfighter visor began to calculate wind resistance, distance, even the turn of the planet. Everything was taken into action for Patricia to provide her with the perfect spot to fire. Once Patricia's sights aimed up above the forward right repulser lift of the MTAT to calculate for bullet drop a tungsten carbide armor piercing anti material slug was placed in the chamber of her Sniper Rifle and she gently exhaled and pulled the trigger for the perfect shot towards [member="Prime"]'s MTAT with a loud boom that more than likely wouldn't travel that far out.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Objective: A - Defeat the ACA Fleet
Location: Aboard RAV-101 Redemption, Shield-class Medical Frigate
Allies: @Rebel Alliance ([member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Krasnaya Xue"])
Enemies: @ACA

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The frigate drifted lazily across the cosmos.

Inside, its surgical bays were dark. The patient beds empty. Nurses stations were unmanned. In crew quarters, the militia volunteers and regulars who comprised the people who gave life to the mobile hospital caught up on rest, caught up on Holonet postings, caught up on the news -- galactic, political, local, or even just family.

For his part, the small droid was powered down. Like REM sleep in humans, the child-like automaton's internal systems were recycling data and adjusting for the minor fluctuations that had come up during continuous operation as a result of the often spontaneous data exchanges required of him . A medical provider evaluated a great deal of data in order to make decisions about patient care. The chief administrator of a major medical facility or hospital processed a great deal of logistical and financial data in order to properly equip and train its personnel. The commander of a starcruiser was relied upon to make life or death decisions about national security policies or the laws of war. The droid was all of those.

Those logic systems began booting up the moment that the alarm sounded throughout the ship.

"General Quarters, General Quarters. All crew to stations. Now set Condition Zebra throughout the ship. General Quar...."

It was a moment before cognitive and motor control subroutines were operational, the boy machine rising to his feet as the announcement rang over. Not bothering to grab the commlink, he instead tapped into his own anatomy in order to contact the command center even as he raced through the ship. Bridge, Captain. Sitrep?

"This is the Damage Control Assistant. I have assumed damage control responsibilities from DC Central. Repair team leaders, make all reports to..."

As the announcement rang out overhead, the droid's private link was answered by the familiar sound of his first mate. "We have a sector-wide alert from Red Fleet," the man reported succinctly. "There's a situation at Geonosis."

Geonosis. The Arkanis Sector. The last report was that there were some internal labor disputes, but nothing that would seem to merit this kind of response. A sector-wide alert wasn't for some planetary medical evacuation, this was an offensive measure. Or defensive measure.

"Flight Quarters. Air crew, report to your assigned craft. Medical teams on standby. Now Flight Quarters."

"Captain on the bridge!"

The announcement sang out the moment that the boy's feet crossed the threshold to the bridge. "I have the deck," the droid snapped, raising his voice so to get the notice of the yeoman maintaining the ship's log. As the youth proceeded to his usual station, the afro-headed machine fixed a look over at the first mate. "Mister Hobis, I want all fighters out on CAP the moment we enter the Geonosis System."

As the former Imperial officer gave a curt nod in reply, the boy turned his attention toward the flight officer. "Why are we still at sub-light?"

The man gave a nod in reply. "Hyperdrive at your command."

His command. A word that would take all their lives and plunge them into the unknown.

Except one thing was certain, where they went next... they would be needed.

"Jump."

 

[Vulpesen]

Objective: B
Location: Walking the lines of the allied troops
Allies: Rebels
Enemies: ACA

The wind against his face was a welcome feeling as Vulpesen dropped through the sky, and for once, he wasn't alone, or a member of some team. Now, he was a leader. Men behind him and ready to aid their commander. Making a neat flip, he turned to his feet and used the force to slow his descent, then those of his comrades once he was stabilized.

With his men beside him and ready for action, Vulpesen made his way through the rebel ranks to find someone who might give him a clue as to what was going on. To aid with this quest, he clicked into the com channels within his mask and broadcast to the rebel command. "Vulpesen Torrevaso here, how can I help?"

 

[Corruck Kazen]

Location: Rebel front lines
Objective: B
Allies: Rebel Alliance [member="Khloe Sparrow"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Vulpesen"]
Enemies: ACA

Corruck stood atop a small outcrop of stones. It was a very bland scene, with the all encompassing orange of Geonosis. Corruck had a difficult enough time stomaching being here as it was, not he would have to fight on this place. The only thing that he had going for him was the fact that during tectonic scans that he had some scientists of his do he had located a number of small tunnels that would start above ground and return at a different point after a few meters underground. They may prove a good point in which to hide if different Rebel groups were separated and forced to try and escape.

Corruck noted with a small amount of annoyance as a Force user entered the immediate vicinity. No enemies on the approach, so Corruck assumed that he was a friendly. His theory was proven correct when the man looked around for something and then spoke into his comm. That meant he was likely looking for a commander or something. He yelled across the wind; another damnable thing of this place that it was so windy yet too dry. He could hardly understand how the planet had had any sort of intelligent lifeform with the terrible conditions.

He jumped off the rocks and began a quick march over to the strange man. He looked familiar... That was it the Vitae meeting with the Rebels. He had met this man though had spent little time remembering what he was like. He yelled again over the wind, when he was within a few meters. "General Nemesis, call me Corruck. Good to have you with us!"

He waited for a response, once again detesting the landscape and the burning heat.