Breaking the Unions (ACA Invasion of Rebel Geonosis)

[Preliat Mantis]

Objective: Bravo
Location: Waiting
Allies: Rebels, [member="Vulpesen"]
Enemies: Not Rebels



"Prepare." Is what the Wolf said to the man as he walked by, after he stylishly flipped around and landed amongst the troops. Preliat and the other Rebel troops stood atop the freshly-killed bodies of the ACA troops, which Preliat had been instrumental in doing the killing part. The Rebels soldiers were more than happy to be led by the Wolf, the Mandalorian with the Beskar leg. He peeled off his helmet, and stared at Vulpesen, the war paint coating his face. It was dark red, and ran from his eyes down to his jawline. It had the appearance that Preliat was crying not tears- but blood. He stared at Vulpesen for a moment, judging him and everything about him. The Mandalorian approached him, and nodded. He looked around at the rebels, but found no bond with them other than his word.

He slid on his helmet, checking his gear once again. M45. Check. Westar-34s. Check. Beskad. Check. Crushgaunts. He wiggled his fingers. Check. Tomahawk- check. Ori'ramikad knife. Check. Beskar'kandar armor- check. He looked over the surface of the planet, before turning back to the rebels. He didn't have anything to say, cracking his neck.


OOC note:

I'm really lazy and don't feel like linking any of the stuff he's carrying, but it's all pretty standard gear for Preliat. PM if you really desire and super-specific things.

 

[Juwiela Melec]

Objective: 2
Location: Skies above Geonosis
Allies: Rebel Alliance, [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Sannika Brynn"], [member="Braha Saca"], [member="Verd Skirata"], [member="Roth Tillian"], [member="Leea Pandac"], [member="Jake Cabur Tor"], [member="Shorwarr"], [member="Tomas Raynor"], [member="Mark Sage"]
Enemies: ACA

As soon as the call to arms had been sounded Juwiela had immediately sprung into action, already having the necessary gear close at hand. This included her flightsuit and any other components, which she quickly zipped on over her everyday wear, pulling on her helmet and adjusting the straps with a practiced hand, already activating the comms. Doing a mental check of the necessary procedures she took off for the squadron of ships that were already assembled, a mix of bombers and fighters both, suitable for the heavy-hitting and maneuverability that would be necessary to keep enemy pilots off their back for the duration of this run and afterwards.

This time she would be flying one of the bombers, known as the Nevermores, some of the most reliable technology the Alliance had on hand, and a ship she'd only been in the pilot's chair of once before. It was a bit different than her own starfighter, but it would be easy to adapt to. Quickly she scaled the latter and all but jumped down into the cockpit, immediately strapping herself into the seat. She began a standard check of the systems not long after, beginning the necessary procedures that would breathe life into the craft, the hatch slowly sliding overhead, a faint whistle heard as the breathable air was sealed inside. This was it, and there was no turning back now.

Flashing a thumbs up to the ground crew assembled, she exhaled slowly in preparation for the rather unique launching procedure of this vessel. Instead of the typical taxi on and off the runway that other ships would use, this one required a catapult to get it into the air, a system that had already been set up beforehand with no other function other than getting these birds into the air. When her stomach seemed to jump to her throat and she was overtaken with a weightless feeling, she knew that they had successfully launched. Now came the fun part, where they all had the chance to shine and show the enemy just who they were messing with.

With the flick of a final switch, the comms that connected the entirety of Rogue Squadron crackled to life. "This is Rogue Leader. All wings, report in." It was showtime.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Objective: ???
Location: Geonosis-Southern Hive
Allies: Aela Talith
Enemy: ???

Soliael stood in place, watching from afar as his daughter chased around what seemed to be a Geonosian Hive Worker.

The strange bug like alien was alternating between running and jumping, flapping his wings to get an extra boost every now and again to keep away from the speedy little girl. A few times Soliael could have sworn that Aela used the force to speed herself up, a grab every now and again, a small boost, tiny inclinations that seemed to show the force. Of course it was difficult to prove, but he could have sworn it was so.

“Come here!”

His daughter yelled, laughing and giggling, chasing after the Geonosian.

Soliael grinned as his daughter leaped up into the air, confirming his suspicions of her use of the force as she sailed through the sky and landed directly upon the drones back. The Alien let out a strange clicking noise, then began to stumble about the clearing. Soliael began to laugh, grinning from ear to ear as another Geonosian approached him.

It was an older male, his wings larger and a strange growth forming on his brow that denoted some age, he turned to Soliael, his strange clicking speech ringing out to him as he watched Soliaels daughter with one of his drones. “Yes old friend, and I appreciate your hospitality. I know she's enjoyed herself here.”

Aela and him had been here for nearly two days. She had been taught all about the intricacies of the Hive, how they functioned, how they worked in the foundries, the caste system. She had even met the Queen, not something many outsiders got to do. Most of the Hive now recognized her, and even the drones were friendly, something that was extremely rare with the Geonosians.

Another series of click, and Soliael smiled.

“Soon I think.” He checked his chrono. “I told her mother two weeks, which leaves us three da-”

Soliael was suddenly cut off as a loud klaxon began to blare. The Drone with Aela upon his back suddenly froze, Soliael looked at his friend, and the elder Geonosian seemed to immediately tense.

“Whats going on?” Soliael asked, immediate concern for his daughter as he began to walk towards her. The old Geonosian followed, pulling out a small communication device and clicking into it. The Drone lifted a very confused Aela from its shoulders, placing her on the ground and urging her towards her father. Bright orange eyes looked up at the bug, then towards her father. The girl slowly wandered over, Soliael squatting down to push a length of hair from his daughters face.

“Everything alright.” Soliael told her quietly, though he was more than unsure of his worlds. “It's nothing we can't handle.”

The news that his old friend gave him would say otherwise however.

 

[Sannika Brynn]

Objective: 2
Location: Skies above Geonosis
Allies: Rebels, [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Braha Saca"], [member="Verd Skirata"], [member="Roth Tillian"], [member="Jake Cabur Tor"], [member="Shorwarr"], [member="Tomas Raynor"], [member="Mark Sage"]
Enemies: ACA buggers

Well, that was fast.

It had not even been a month since the Rebel Alliance had come to Geonosis to protect its people before an enemy, of course, decided it was the perfect time to attack. To be truthful, it probably was. But Sannika was hardly a strategist. There was a reason her job was in a cockpit and not at some military office.

The racing striped, lime-skinned twi'lek snapped awake and lunged out of bed at the sound of the raid sirens, quite in contrast to her usual sluggish morning ritual of wrapping herself up in the sheets and rolling out of bed in an extremely slow manner. Why did they always have to pick the times she was asleep to go to war or run drills? It was like someone wanted to tease the tukian pilot. She did not ponder this for long, however. Kissing her red Rebellion bird crest, she jumped into her flightsuit and grabbed her lekku-friendly helmet, then made haste for the dirty runway. In no time, she was following on the heels of her leader across the paved track until they split towards their individual craft.

The ESB-8a Nevermore was a fan-favorite for a lot of the Alliance folks, its sleek and intimidating figure found on many posters as a symbol of air superiority; protection; serenity. It was indeed a beautiful ship in Lieutenant Brynn's eyes. It was like a dream every time she clambered up this ladder and shut the canopy, the yoke of the bomber seeming like it was emanating some sort of magical energy that drew her hands to the sticks with no hesitation. What mattered was that it was fast.

While the stealth bomber had an airfan for vertical liftoff, the track launch was a lot quicker for emergency situations like these. Plus, it was just more fun. After a quick check of instruments and a systems cycle, Sannika was ready to go. A tap to her helmet and a double thumbs-up signaled to the ground crew that everything was in order and to get this thing in the air. For a whole ten seconds, the twi'lek pilot held her breath in anticipation of a rare run in this bird. It was time to blast out of here and defend the people!

In a matter of seconds, the Nevermore's catapult tractor jolted and whooshed down the track with incredible speed, hauling the bomber along and helping hurl the ship into the air. They were go!

Stabilized and darting across the skies behind the lead Nevermore at an already impressive velocity, Sannika reported in at Rogue Leader's call. "Straw Hat, standing by." We got this. We'll be fine. She hoped.

 

[Raziel]

Objective: B
Location: 5th Battalion HQ, several km from foundry
Allies:
Enemies:

Raziel watched the officers at work. They'd brought down several holo-projectors from the transports and were starting to analyse the terrain for approach routes. They didn't usually plan at this pace for a battalion operation, but they had little choice. They needed to make good ground and route the rebels from their defensive emplacements quickly.

Fortunately they had several advantages. First of all, they were a well funded military with years of experience on operations. They had experienced officers, exception communications and information systems, top quality military hardware. The second advantage they had was that they'd held this world for years. There was no need to carry out details orbital and aerial scans, they had virtually perfect terrain and mapping data, probably better than the rebels could have gathered. Of course, the military garrisons they'd overtaken may not have had time to enact a full computer purge, so there was a fair chance they were looking at the same geospatial information.

"Unload from the MTATs now," Leitenant Colonel Vul’kar, the Bothan in charge of the operation called. “I don’t want any IEDs or lucky rebels hiding down tunnels to wipe out one of our Companies with a single explosion,” he continued.

The rest of the HQ Company quickly relayed orders. Raziel watched the display as they formed up. Recon groups were already moving out, and the rest were deploying in two echelons. A and B Company took the centre ground, with C held in reserve. Air defences spread out nicely, and the armour prepared to either attack from a flank or break through.

---

A single Drone would approach the foundry. High in the sky, it was a very hard to spot with the naked eye, but had no particular stealth systems, other than being small.

 

[Wan Min Brightsky]

Location: Bridge of the Rebel Alliance flagship RAV Indefatigable

As the alarm klaxons blared and Wan Min Brightsky ran out of her Admiral's quarters, she could feel the blood pounding in her head. Ever since she received the order months ago that promoted her to the new fleet commander of the Rebel Alliance, she had felt like she was playing a constant game of catch up. She had no real military experience, but she was a quick study. During the time that she had been working alongside Admiral Xue and the other members of the Alliance Command to build up their new fleet, she took time to read about the greats. She'd devoured the biographies of Wedge Antilles and the other members of Rogue Squadron during the fight against the Empire. She studied the tactics of Pellaeon, Ackbar, and Thrawn. She had worked her way through detailed discussions of battle tactics going back to the Galactic Cold War and the New Sith Wars. Everything on space combat strategies that she could find, she'd read. She even took time to read the personal diaries of Captain Jaleer Varik, the captain of an Old Republic Hammerhead-Class frigate, the Indefatigable, that she, Armand Temi, and her old flame Alena Reckar had salvaged in the Unknown Regions. She was knowledgeable, but green This would be her first true test.

Min ran to the lift and slammed the button for the bridge. She had wanted to be aboard one of their new Venator-Class refits, but they'd gotten their request for aid from the Republic. This meant that rather than commanding from the bridge of a ship she'd helped to design, she instead found herself on board a new Avenger-Class Star Destroyer. It was one of the best examples of Republic workmanship currently in space. She felt a touch of sorrow being on it, she'd been on Coruscant and seen part of the reason why the Republic worked so hard to build floating behemoths like this. The One Sith had been merciless. Now she and the other members of the Rebel Alliance found themselves on the receiving end of Republic largesse, something that she would be grateful for after she and the rest of her crew made it out of this alive. While she did not totally agree with the ideologies of the Alliance, she agreed with their ideals. They gave her a position of authority and respect, and for that she would be forever grateful and would see this through to the end. The doors of the lift slammed open and she looked out on the expanse of the bridge, uttering a single mental sigh as she stepped out onto the command deck.

Alliance troopers snapped to attention and bridge crew stopped what they were doing for a moment to show her the proper respect that her new uniform befit her. She gave a nervous small smile and walked forward towards the command console at the center of the bridge. She took in one large breath and turned around to look at her crew. One of her Lieutenants threw the 'All Fleet' comm toggle and her voice was carried to the rest of the fleet.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and fellow sentient beings. I'm sorry that we couldn't continue our fleet drills, but it appears that we're now looking down the barrel of an invasion. The Albrion Corporate Authority has returned to Geonosis to finish what they started all those years ago. I'm going to send them a message and ask that they remove themselves from the system, although I highly doubt that they will honor that request. We have spent these past few months working and learning together, working to build our new fleet, and learning to serve and fight together as a team. This is a new type of Rebel Alliance: No longer are we wandering vagabonds. We have planets to defend. We have families that are depending on us to fight and to win in systems across the Outer Rim. Just below us on Geonosis, the citizens of that planet have thrown off the yoke of absolutist control and expect us to defend them. We cannot let them down."

"I know that all of you are scared, unsure of what is to come. We are more than just the sum of our parts out here, more than just the fighters and pilots and crew and ships that make up this fleet. We are a family. The Rebel Alliance is our family and we are one another's keepers. Not only are we the keepers of our fellow crewmen, we are the sword and the shield of the planets of the Rebel Alliance. Emblazoned on our hulls are the emblems of the Rebel Alliance. Those symbols stand for every sentient in the galaxy that seeks to breathe free air. Every man and woman on Coruscant that dreams of a brighter tomorrow. Every laborer on Corellia that yearns to free themselves from under the boot heal of the Sith occupation. Every Bothan that wishes to earn a decent wage free from the exploitation of corporate authority. We fight for them. We stand alongside our allies in the Vitae Alliance, the Red Ravens, the Omega Protectorate, and the Republic in the quest for freedom, justice, and democracy. We are the beacon, the candle that lights the darkened room."

"This is our moment, Rebels. So, I ask you here and now to give me and every man, woman, child, and sentient in the Alliance every ounce of strength in this fight that is to come. Trust your shipmates. Trust your commanders. Trust one another. Let the historians writing centuries from now speak of this battle as the moment that hope returned to the galaxy. May the Force Be With Us All."

Admiral Brightsky nodded and stepped back from the podium. She saw the look of trust in their eyes, the worry and doubt that had been there before dissipated. They were ready. She walked over to the comm area and toggled the comm to the enemy fleet.

"ACA Fleet, this is Admiral Wan Min Brightsky of the Rebel Alliance. Geonosis is under Alliance protection. As ranking military officer in the Geonosis system and under the authority granted me by the Alliance Council and Alliance Reformist Senate, I am ordering you to retrieve your ground forces and vacate this system immediately. You have five minutes to respond."

She nodded and threw the toggle again. Min walked over to the smaller display with the fleet read outs.

"Alright, Lieutenant, let's start prepping the fleet. I want spherical formations around the capital ships. Spread us out at even formations, but not too spread out. Put two Shield Class medical frigates on either side of the Mothma, and one next to us, the Skywalker, and the Enterprise. Have Enterprise and the escort carriers hold back near Geonosis' asteroid belt and launch fighters. Move the other capital ships forward and put us between them and the enemy fleet. Tell the gunners on the Skywalker, the Mothma, and our own to prep the hypervelocity cannons and the heavy warhead launchers for long range fire against enemy capital ship, the Majesty and their Tambor Class. Launch all fighters for Combat Air Patrol over the fleet, but keep our bombers on hot standby. Let's bring them to us," Min ordered.

Just then, she looked at the back of the bridge and saw a face she hadn't seen in a long time.

"Alena?"

[member="Alena"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Krasnaya Xue"] [member="Irys Arist'lar"] [member="Thane Drexel"]

 

[Darik Plutan]

Objective: B
Location: A Company, 1st Geonosian Militia Front Lines, Droid Foundry
Allies: Rebels, [member="Corruck Kazen"][member="Vulpesen"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Khloe Sparrow"]

Darik Plutan stood quietly in a trench alongside Geonosian worker caste fighters, members of the First Geonosian Militia, and said a silent prayer in his mind. He had gone a full week without alcohol, although he had not done it willingly. His XO had politely informed him that it was not beneficial to unit cohesion if he were intoxicated during the training exercises that he was ordered to carry out. Then, out of nowhere, the call came down from above and Darik was ordered to prepare for a ground invasion by the Albion Corporate Authority. He looked over at his soldiers, shaky though ready. Their NCOs and officers were from the Geonosian warrior caste, and although they were not yet willing to call their worker caste brethren 'soldiers' there was a grudging respect. They had gone through the training regimen and hadn't broken. For that, the workers had at least gained an iota of respect. There was still classism among the Geonosians, but hopefully it'd get better with time.

Darik took one last long drag off an Alderanian cigarette he had been smoking and idly flipped the still burning cigarette into the dusty Geonosian soil, grinding it out with his right foot. He exhaled the smoke from his lungs in a long, slow breath and watched as the smoke dissipated in the thin air. Just then, Darik could see in the distance a line of war droids coming towards them. He knew that the battle was just about to begin. He brought his AR-47 up and cocked it, keeping the safety on.

He saw a few unfamiliar faces walking along the line and shouted to them.

"Hey, you karking idiots, get down in this trench right now unless you want to get shelled!"

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: ???
Location: ???
Allies: Jared Ovmar
Enemies: Good question.

The undercurrents shifted as the Abrion Corporate Alliance found out that their former planet had been usurped by rebel vagrants, suddenly this wasn’t a reclamation, it was a desperate fight for survival until reinforcements could arrive. But would they arrive in time, and more importantly… would they be enough?

‘What are we doing here?’ one voice asked, boredom made apparent.

‘Here to help some old friends.’ another pitched in, a suggestion coming together in a directive.

The faint sound of a chin being scratched. ‘Why here? Why now?’

You could almost hear the sound of a pair of shoulders shrugging.

‘Why not?’

In the void a head tilted slightly as he felt someone else who was familiar, an old friend that he hadn’t seen in such a long time. It made him even more curious than the Rebels or the Corporate Alliance.

What were the odds so many of his old life would find themselves here?

‘Never tell me the odds!’ the voice remarked mockingly.

‘Quite so.’

An eternity later, or perhaps it were only seconds that had passed a man materialized out of the currents.

‘I think it’s time for this party to start.’

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Objective: B
Location: E Support Company - Sniper Platoon; several Km from Foundry
Allies: ACA Employers (@Raziel)
Enemies: Rebel Targets

Payment was always nice. A shame that war was so profitable. So far though, it looked like she was on the wrong side... the higher paying side of course, but it appeared it was going to be a brutal fight for supremacy here, fighting long enough for reinforcements to arrive.

It was probably likely she was going to be killing people today, and she didn't mind it so much. For her, killing another person was okay if it was also their job to kill you. At least she knew she wouldn't be losing anybody today, given that her platoon was made up with droids. She was hired to be their commander, direct them into nice strategic locations to take out the leading figures in enemy platoons.

In a way, this was sort of awkward for her, given she had never really been a sniper. Her speciality was always with close quarters combat, and ground pounding force users up close and personal. Her accuracy though with a rifle was unquestionable, so adjusting wouldn't be that drastic. Besides, she had been testing out the Verpine Sniper Rifle, with her new scope system. It weighed down on her verpine, and decreased her accuracy, which was only above average before... so it leveled her out. Besides, it gave her the unique advantage of being able to scout out the landscape on her lonesome, and shoot down any targets the droids came across if the opportunity presented itself. This being an open landscape however, it was unlikely that this would be the case, so for now she turned off her remote scopes and tucked the droids away in her back pouch until she was ready to activate them, right behind her Repulsor Pack.

She held the rifle in her gloved hand, as her free hand tapped on her chest plate, before moving on to her dart shooter. The laser on her chest was tapped for good luck, while she was tapping her dart shooter making sure it was sufficiently calibrated and full in this dusty environment. Luckily, she had no worry for ammo, thanks to her belt, that she still didn't understand.

Scanning the terrain with her eyes, assisted slightly by her HUD, she searched for a good spot to camp out... as well as other strategic locations for her droid forces to set up in, in order to maximize their effectiveness against the foundry the rebels controlled.

Mostly though, she was waiting for the order to begin operations, which was currently reliant on a Hunter Killer drone in the air deployed by HQ.

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen turned his head to see [member="Preliat Mantis"], returning the gaze. Mandalorians. To say the least, he didn't trust them, never had any reason to. Still, he always admired their prowess in battle and he was glad to have them on his side. Once the small staring contest was over, he felt another presence coming towards him causing the Tenevi to turn towards [member="Corruck Kazen"]. "Vulpesen Torrevaso, a pleasure to meet you. And vulps works. Don't want you to get shot before you can finish my first name." He ignored [member="Darik Plutan"]'s words. For him, he felt that the force would be enough to keep him alive.

 

[Darik Plutan]

Darik looked up out of the trench to see the odd figure ignoring him entirely. While he normally could care less if someone decided to ignore him at their own peril, Darik was in charge down here and he was not about to let someone get killed in front of him. At least, not if he could have anything to say about it.

"Hey, you, the brown haired noble-looking guy with the lightsabers. I know you think you're pulling a great Obi-Wan Kenobi impression up there, but it's not fooling me. Get down here and out of the line of fire! I'm the Commanding Officer down here for Rebel ground forces and I'm not going to let you stand up there and get shelled by our own guys by accident. You're no good to us with shrapnel in your brain!"


[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Alena Reckar]

Location: Mess Hall of the Rebel Alliance flagship: RAV Indefatigable
Objective: None Yet​

Allies: Rebel Alliance, [member=Khloe Sparrow]​

Enemies: ACA​

​

Alena looked up at the klaxon alarm in the mess hall that was installed up near the ceiling overhead. It was blaring and flashing red, the small light spinning round and round and casting everything in red for brief moments at a time. She looked down at her meal and frowned, then stood and rushed out of the mess. She made her way back to her chambers and threw on a tight-fitting flight suit, then tossed a brown and blue fitted armor vest over it. The vest was equipped with a series of weapons mounts for any equipment she might need, which left her free to leave immediately for the bridge. I need to see Wan MIn, she told herself, making for the nearest turbolift. According to the logger on her datapad, ACA forces had returned to Geonosian space in an attempt to retake the planet. Fat chance of that happening, Alena thought, smirking as she closed the lift and keyed for the bridge. With generous donations from the Galactic Republic government, the Rebel Alliance had been outfitted with better vessels. We'll see just how much better they are, Alena thought, though her nerves were starting to eat away at her. She'd been training with Rebel forces for a while now, the last few months had been pretty busy with tactical drills, weapons practice and physical conditioning, but Alena had yet to see any real combat. In all honesty, she was terrified.

Alena didn't like the idea of killing, life wasn't precious per se, but it certainly wasn't something she was comfortable with ending. It was hypocritical for her to be training with the Rebels at all, though her reasons for doing so were to stay close to Wan Min, who had been summarily adopted as the Alliance's newest fleet admiral. It was an absurd elevation in Alena's mind, not because Wan Min was undeserving of success, but simply because she was so inexperienced. A quick learner, to be sure, Wan Min excelled in anything she put her mind to, the decision just made Alena uneasy. At least she'll be safe on the bridge of a starship, Alena considered as the lift slowed to a halt and the doors opened with a bing.

Before her stood the other woman, her glass-smooth skin covered by the unpleasantness of a uniform. Wan Min's long dark hair cascaded down her shoulders in a jet black river that shone in the lights of the bridge. "Alena..." The woman muttered as she turned to catch sight of her stepping out of the lift. Suddenly, all Alena could remember were all the intimate moments they'd shared, and her breath caught in her chest. I don't know what I'm doing, Alena realised, her hands shaking. She grasped them together behind her back to keep them still as she stepped forward. She offered a swift salute to Wan Min. "Admiral Brightsky." She stated the titled mechanically.

Alena hadn't seen Wan Min in weeks, and even before it had been only briefly, just before Alena left for Olvan on a smuggling run that had almost gone bad. Since then, Alena had been trapped with the Alliance infantry forces, training and drilling, and Wan Min had been trapped up here, running a military organization. Yet she didn't reach out to me once, Alena thought bitterly. She'd sent text messages, attempted calls, but Wan Min had been silent the whole time. What good is fighting for a cause if you abandon everything about that cause that's important? Alena knew the thought was selfish, and she hated herself for it.

[member=DasGeneral]

 

[Vulpesen]

Objective: B
Location: Front lines
Allies: Rebel Alliance

The Tenevi turned to face the man yelling at him, a small smile creeping onto his lips. "Relax friend. I've been on battlegrounds for years now. And artillery only shoots when there's something to shoot at. Right now, everything is in the sky so until the enemy comes onto this position, we've nothing to fear." He took another look around, not an enemy man in sight. Such was proof that until further notice, he had no reason to worry about being blasted to bits.

[member="Darik Plutan"]

 

[Darik Plutan]

Objective B
Location: Front Lines
Allies: Rebel Alliance

At the man's response, Darik let a smile wash over his face and he let out a bark of a laugh. "Ha ha! Friend, you're my kind of soldier," Darik exclaimed and lifted himself out of the trench. He dusted himself off and extended his hand.

"Darik Plutan, commander of the Geonosian Militia, glad to meet you"


[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

Fleet

Spoiler

Gunray Class http://starwarsrp.net/topic/23312-gunray-class-star-destroyer/
ANS Majesty
Tambor Class [member="Chaos Maxtor"] http://starwarsrp.net/topic/28218-tambor-class-star-destroyer/
ANS Bruiser
Contention Class http://starwarsrp.net/topic/33899-contention-class-heavy-cruiser/
ANS Devastator
ANS Much Improved Aim
Maladi Class http://starwarsrp.net/topic/51935-the-maladi-class-strike-frigate/
ANS Blaze
Sev’rance Class http://starwarsrp.net/topic/28158-sevrance-class-light-carrier/
ANS Direct Approach
ANS Scream
ANS Lancer
Dirk Class http://starwarsrp.net/topic/42899-dirk-class-escort-frigate/
ANS Indignation
ANS Don't Shoot
Sickle Class http://starwarsrp.net/topic/34492-sickle-class-heavy-frigate/
ANS Peace Wagon

Objective: B
Location: Fleet holding position and coming about. Fighters launching
Allies: None yet
Enemies: [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Krasnaya Xue"] [member="DasGeneral"]

"ACA Fleet, this is Admiral Wan Min Brightsky of the Rebel Alliance. Geonosis is under Alliance protection. As ranking military officer in the Geonosis system and under the authority granted me by the Alliance Council and Alliance Reformist Senate, I am ordering you to retrieve your ground forces and vacate this system immediately. You have five minutes to respond."

Irys’ fur ruffled in mild annoyance. “Under their protection? When did occupation become protection?” she asked aloud. No one on the bridge responded to her. “Someone put a timer on the wall for four minutes. Every minute counts right now and I’m not replying until necessary!”

Two pairs of TIE hounds screeched through space towards the fringes of the Rebel fleet. They skirted on the edge of long-range fire, but it was doubtful any weapon of that scale would be able to strike them by anything other than sheer luck. Active scanners started to probe the odd collection of vessels.

“Ma’am, these are Venator-class hulls.”

Irys pulled the data across to her personal holo-display. Sure enough the hull profile was easily recognised as the venerated vessel from distant wars. She noted that there were three different configurations based on the scans. One was lightly armed and disgorging fighters. The other two were distinct from the first, but appeared the same. Her data suddenly shifted as more scans came in, one of them had a handful of monstrous weapons mounted across its hull, so there was a difference. The tactical computer labelled the three Venators Aaron, Brian, and Chester.

Irys watched as the carrier group pulled back. “How many fighters have they got in my sky?” she called.

“Looks like somewhere between twenty and thirty squadrons, can’t quite get a fix at this distance,” a Lieutenant replied.

“Hold the position of the fleet. Have the Bruiser hold off to starboard as a separate group, with the Devastator and a Sev’rance. Have a Dirk and several Bolos hold in their sensor shadow. Tell the Blaze to hold between us, but hang back a touch. Make it look like they're a little exposed to bombers, but get ready to close the jaws.” Irys ordered, as the fleet formed up in a neat defensive pattern.

Her fleet has more dedicated carriers, but each Sev’rance class acted as an anti-fighter escort after disgorging its swarm of fighters. Hundreds upon hundreds of Raptors, Hive-class droid interceptors and Horde-class droid bombers had taken to space. They moved as a shoal of fish, ever changing direction and instantly adapting as a group. It was a good way of throwing off long-distance sensors at the least.

All in all, Irys was reasonably content with her fleet. Her heavy hitters could go toe-to-toe with most ships in the Galaxy for a period of time, whilst her escort frigates were amongst the best. As data came in on the enemy it was relayed back up to command.

“Do we know anything about the mercenaries coming to our aid?” Irys called. She emphasises the one word, almost as despicable in her mind as Rebel. There was a quiet whispering off to her side. “Well?”

 

[Marek Starchaser]

Objective: We've got Charlie all over this place
Location: Geonosis landing area
Allies: ACA
Enemies: Rebel fethers.

Was she ready? Probably. Molly stepped out from the lander and checked her standard blaster rifle, and Obsidian lightsaber. Both were with her and she could tell the latter, even if it was not hers, not one she built, was working. Who did build this one, she wondered. It would be interesting to see. But right now it didn't matter. So long as it cut well. She was starting to stop panicking and remembered just what she was here for. She needed to find the team. There were a few people who were on escort duty. She wasn't quite sure why she was there, with the likes of [member="Phade"] and [member="Ahra Martrey"], people who actually, y'know, were tough. She was good at talking and making people trust her.

Was one of those things when you lived on Nar Shaddaa long enough and just needed to eat.

Or find a bed to sleep in. Regardless of how exhausted you ended up.

Yeah, rough life. But she made it through, and didn't need hand outs. She worked, however gray, on getting what she needed.

She was working her way to Ahra's landing site as it was now. And currently she wasn't worried. She was extending the Force out to feel the world around her, and she knew she'd be able to feel lethal shots, and where her teammate was.

Accessing her comlink, she dialed up Ahra and started speaking, no code names. “On my way to your location.”

Working together would be smart to extract this person.

She hoped Phade showed up. He was pretty.

 

[H3xle]

Objective: C

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


"The target is somewhere in the hive, I've marked that general location on your HUD in red. There are other Spynet agents on this mission as well, only general location is known, marked on your HUD in green." The voice of someone on the ground, probably in some command bunker, informed him of his mission as he continued to walk over the oh so beautiful ground of Geonosis. Looking around, he knew that the value of this place wasn't in its booming tourism industry. Oh, the Rebs were probably telling the truth that they wanted to support the working class, but at the end of the day the only value for anyone here was in the production facilities. Without those the Rebs would send humanitarian aid, but not warships and ground troops.

"Patch me through to Agent Avathar." A few clicks and beeps that denoted the signal going through several routers, scramblers and switch backs. No one should be able to trace either end of the signal. A moment later, Phade received the signal open tone. "Avathar, this is Phade. I am roughly five klicks from the eastern entrance to the hive. I think we should coordinate plans, but the call is yours."

Phade wasn't as far off as he had said, signals could be hacked for content, even if not traced. Phade was a fair bit closer to the hive, but still outside of scanning range for himself and likely for the Rebs as well. He pulled himself into a crevice in a jutting rock, one of thousands of similar outcroppings that made up the plain he had been moving over. He clicked up the magnification on his lenses and observed the target hive. He settled his blaster rifle in a notch and rested for a moment.

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[Vulpesen]

He smiled and took [member="Darik Plutan"]'s hand in a firm and friendly grip. "Vulpesen Torrevaso, Valde of the Vitae Alliance. A pleasure." His tail flicked behind him and he motioned for his men to take their places around the trenches. Of curse they'd stay close, but there was no reason to create an eleven man target to be taken out by one grenade. "So, whats the situation here?"

 

[Nagate Hei]

Location: Hive Crypt
Objective: C
Allies: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"][member="Apoc"] Rebels
Enemies: [member="Molly Rieux"] [member="Ahra Martrey"] ACA

Staying hidden, dressed in all black, Nagate awaited the arrival of the ACA that intended on capturing the political figure that was stationed here on Geonosis. He had his trusty knife, a blaster pistol and his lightsaber all stashed away under his trench coat. Mask on and mind set on lock, he was prepared.

The klaxons gave away the arrival of the ACA and soon, that would mean that he would need to defend to politician and his allies.

"Yuroic, Nagate here. I'm in position."

He wasn't mych for talking unless needed, he wasn't good at it, but this was an appropriate time to speak. Noises above echoed down the crypt tunnels. The battle had begun.

 

[Prime]

Objective: We're going to Beat the Rebels
Location: Geonosis landing area
Allies: Friendly Runtimes as defined by programming
Enemies: Rebellion Virus

Prime, being larger than the Clankers that were used for his platoon, was not in the MTAT but when the order came through, the unit remotely accessed the controls of the MTAT to begin releasing the droids. It would send a message to [member="Besh Prime"] to repeat the process as well as to @TD-18. Prime did have a vocator, but it didn't need to use it during friendly operations. It would send electronic signals to the local units. They would work as one. It was more organic than organics working together.

As the droids were unloading from the MTAT, Prime linked into several of the Clankers immediately and started streaming the datapoints. The unit's processor allowed for response and control of the units, hence the name Hydra. Cut off one head, two more shall take its place.

And that was when the first blood was made.

Prime looked about after gathering itself, and seeing that at least three of its droids were knocked out of its personal network. No telling yet how many were lost from the falling of the MTAT. Systems indicate droid drop from space would be more effective deployment method.

Sending data and error report....

Sent.

Attempting to restart several of the clankers, and accessing a full suite of linked runtimes, Prime looked around, indicating where the shot had come from and squeezed off a few rounds from the unit's Ripper sub machine gun. No data was given as to how far the shot may have come from. Only the approximate direction of origin. This was a reactive protocol that Prime was working. Then it focused on the droids

The orders to the droids were simple, to Besh Prime and TD-18 it was to attack strategically, and make use of all flaws the Rebels would have. To the units in its own private network, firewalled and all, it was to keep Prime aware of all surroundings and changes to the environment. To the rest of the platoon, it was to meet the Rebels on the field of battle. Boom Headshot everyone. Go for the offiers and allow Prime to dismantle the bodies in order to make its War-Time Outfit. But first. Find who fired that shot.

Eliminate the virus. Sending four clankers up to where the shot may have originated, Prime looked to its allies.

Prime would use its vocator then.

Looking between itself and the droids, they met up in a fashioned line before Prime turned to [member="Hion the Herglic"]. “Cetacean. This unit looks forward to witnessing you end the enemy runtimes.” It was a compliment from Prime.

Sort of.

Sending a message to [member="Raziel"], Prime's message would read “Droid Company A, reporting combat engaged. Orders?”