Breaking the Unions (ACA Invasion of Rebel Geonosis)

[WelshPsych]

Objective: C
Allies: [member="Nagate Hei"] | [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] | [member="Apoc"]
Enemies: [member="Phade"] | [member="Molly Rieux"]

He clipped his deignited lightsaber, he searched through his pouch of explosive goodies and sighed as he could only find one trip mine. He placed it on the wall, activating the beam allowing the explosive to explode at the ACA fools at their legs. He chuckled as he thought to himself it would be fun to test his genius at last. He shook his head, he needed to focus on the mission, he heard the comlink of a new person joining him and noticed another perched high up and nodded his head, a look out is good.

He wanders back over, he approached the one called Nagate, "What weapons have you got? Any explosives? Trip mines?" He studied the person, he needed to block their other entrances, they were going to be invaded and quite easily. He could somewhat sense that somewhere there was someone was on there way to them. Yuroic was no elite commander in combat or war, he was new to this all, new to the Rebel Alliance but his gaze studied the new arrival. He thought the man looked more inexperienced than he did, he needed to have a bold face and laugh off the danger.

"Right, we need to blast this karking invaders back to hell, bombs, bombs and possibly more bombs... I need to block the entrances and we need eyes on all entrances." He grabs his lightsaber, igniting the orange blade, I pointed it at one of the hive entrances without the trip mind. "I'll oversee that entrance, you take that one and you up there, you lookout on that entrance!" He ordered in a loud bark as he stormed over the entrance. He looked over to the entrance, his eyes vigilent looking out the enemy that could appear.

 

[Cryax Bane]

Objective: B
Location: Unmarked Space Station over Geonosis
Allies: [member="Raziel"] [member="Prime"] [member="Triam Akovin"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="TD-18"] [member="Besh Prime"] [member="Hion the Herglic"]
Enemies: [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Irys Arist'lar"] [member="Krasnaya Xue"][member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Khloe Sparrow"] [member="Corruck Kazen"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Darik Plutan"] [member="Sannika Brynn"]

Current slicing objective:
Slice into the Foundry’s main computer network
Completion: [][][] 30%

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Cryax Bane, slicer, criminal mastermind and sworn enemy of the Rebel Alliance sat hunched over a wall of computers in the control room of an unmarked, abandoned space station floating in bare Geonosis space. An empty syringe that had once contained a single stim shot sat on his keyboard. The sounds of the Coruscant Planetary Symphony swelled through the station at a volume most would consider maddening. Blue-skinned fingers tapped in time with the rhythm section, hitting enter just as cymbals crashed together. Executable code was being executed.

With the help of Jackal, the Spynet’s elite method of homomorphic encryption, the Chiss worked on finding a connection to the ACA Foundry’s digital networks. Any access would do, although if it mainlined him to the defense network or security systems, even better. The beauty of Jackal was its ability to carry out operations without knowledge of the data being processed, which meant that intrusions would most likely be hidden from prying digital eyes.

Since the Red Ravens, now Rebel bedfellows, had fatefully murdered Bane’s teenage slicing prodigies, the ones who he had proudly watched out-slice Republic forces in the One Sith Invasion of Kashyyyk, Bane would be performing all the leg work himself. With a team of DD-S1 security droids to protect him if his location somehow got infiltrated, he attacked his work with the wrathful vengeance of a man who had lost everything. A shadow of a shadow. An echo of an echo.

Apathetic about the controversy surrounding Geonosian politics, Bane simply wanted to see the Rebels and now the Red Ravens pay dearly for their personal transgressions against him. Transgressions that started with the murder of Lysle Rigger by the Rebels and continued with the death of the Bane Innovation slicers by the Ravens, a trail of blood that would end here on this Outer Rim bug nest.

Luminous alien orbs cut sideways, double-checking the station’s radar, hoping that soon it would return a ping from something more hi-tech than those unslicable rusty tin cans the Rebels liked to fly. Flicking on his commlink to his mission leader Raziel, he sent him this message.

“Raziel, it’s Bane here,” said the Chiss crisply. “Searching for a backdoor to the Foundry’s systems. Let me know if you folks at ACA need anything special done on the ground.”

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Behind Rebel front lines atop a droid factory
Objective: B
Allies: Rebel alliance
Enemies: [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Prime"] [member="Raziel"]

And a direct hit. Patricia smirked at the shot as she watched the MTAT crash into the dirt disabled from further use more than likely until repairs could be made. The smoking barrel of the rifle began to cool and Patricia returned to her drone. Having it shift it's gaze further down it came back into view of the Herglic and a rather large droid that seemed to be commanding them, those were rather good looking targets but that Herglic ( [member="Hion the Herglic"] ) had a nasty looking shield that while she was sure an explosive incendiary round could do some major damage to, he would be protected from her shots. Then there was the large three meter droid ( [member="Prime"] ), he was a was big and would certainly be a good target. But he was a bit too close to that Herglic which she was sure was a force user due to his get up, he might sense an incoming shot with foresight and block the both of them. And at this range Patricia needed to maximize the damage for each bullet, five kilometers was no easy feat to be shooting at.

But that's when the woman saw it, the perfect shot. The freaking droids under the large one's command were lining up in a straight line, oh it was just too perfect. Patricia started to highlight the targets more towards the front of the column, since she was on top of a droid factory and at a higher elevation she couldn't just send a single bullet and knock them all down in a cartoonish manner like a stack of dominos. No this shot could take out three maybe four if she was lucky, and she hoped she was lucky. But most importantly it would stall the advance of that company knowing there was a sniper hitting them from behind enemy lines that could take down their armored troop transports as well. So it could force them to take longer getting into position to attack rebel foundations.

Loading up another tungsten carbide round into the chamber of her sniper she shouldered the weapon tight and her warfighter visor went to work again streaming every piece of information she needed and calculating where exactly to place the shot to hit her targets. Three birds, one stone. Patricia got her specs and focused the rifle on the area to fire.

"Caw caw mother fether" she said quietly then pulled the trigger.

Recoil ripped and there was another loud bang that echoed and the shot was fired right towards the line of droids.

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective B
Location: Another unmarked space station above Geonosis
Allies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Vulpesen"] [member="Khloe Sparrow"] [member="Corruck Kazen"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Darik Plutan"] [member="Alena"]
Enemies: Directly engaging [member="Cryax Bane"]
[member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Raziel"] [member="Besh Prime"] [member="Prime"] [member="Triam Akovin"]

Eugene Leopold, slicer, Wookieeleaks founder and super intelligent, handsome studmeister of the galaxy leaned back in his chair with his arms behind his head. He looked back at his own wall of computers in the control room of another unmarked, abandoned space station floating in empty Geonosis space. An empty Fizzy-Bip can sat beside him next to the keyboard. The sounds of smooth jazz wafted out of a set of dusty speakers.

He wasn't thinking about revenge on the Red Ravens. He was thinking, "Wow, there really are a lot of karking abandoned space stations floating in Geonosis space. Someone could make a fortune turning these into space malls or something."

Anyway, Eugene was tasked by the Rebel Alliance with monitoring the electronic defense systems on Geonosis, particularly at the foundry, but all over other key points as well. By systematically reviewing data logs he looked for anything out of the ordinary in the network, signs of intruders, attempts to infiltrate and infect.

He knew that his favorite orange Twi'lek, [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] would be somewhere on Geonosis because she had agreed to help the Rebel Alliance with their freedom fighting on the bug-lovin' planet. Eugene had a direct link to the foundry security cameras and he searched each one for signs of Chiasa, but didn't see her. What a pity. He hoped that she would make an appearance by now.

Oh ho, but what is this? Eugene noticed a peculiar code pattern in the foundries main defense system. It was throwing all kinds of errors and forcing the servers to constantly reboot themselves. He knew this kind of stress on the system would eventually cause the factory defenses to malfunction. He logged into the system as an administrator and began a countering the attack, writing new code on the fly that would in essence erase the slicing going on. His fingers began to cramp with the pace of writing so much custom code. So far he had been unable to detect where the attack was coming from so he stopped what he was doing momentarily and sliced into other areas of vulnerability like the holonet on Geonosis other data services and even nearby satellites. He needed to find his own backdoor to the slicer, who had already found the foundry's backdoor.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Moving toward objective B, in [member="Prime"]'s droid platoon.
Allies: ACA, [member="Prime"]
Enemies: Immediate - [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], Vicinity - [member="Vulpesen"], [member="Nagate Hei"]

Amidst the creaking whir of machinery and the rhythmic marching cadences, Orcus almost didn't hear the sudden shriek of rending metal. He spun toward the MTAT as it lurched, right repulsorlift shorn to bits.

"Sniper!" Bellowed one of his Darkwater bodyguards.

A tremendous cracking noise split the air a second later, the report of the rifle no doubt, but unlike anything Orcus had ever heard.

Orcus threw up his shield arm and crouched behind the shelter of its vast chitinous surface. "Vasto, what is that?"

"I am unsure, Lord Rover." The Darkwater Herglic had already drawn his service weapon, a massive BTI-EHP. "Magnetic coil? Hard to tell at this distance."

Vasto was one of the most experienced veterans of Darkwater, if even he was unsure of the type of sniper rifle it had to be some sort of new model.

At that moment one of the droids, presumably the platoon commander, turned to Orcus and gave platitudes of hopeful destruction in an emotionless synthesized tone.

"Stay down, all of you," Orcus rumbled in reply, "I'm contacting our overwatch."

Clipping his saber back to his belt, the Sith Lord withdrew a com link and switched to the appropriate encrypted channel. "This is Darth Orcus from Alpha Company, requesting assistance from Easy Company. A sniper has Alpha pinned down."

[member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[Thane Drexel]

Location: Solo Carrier
Objective A
Allies: [member="DasGeneral"] [member="Krasnaya Xue"]
Enemies: [member="Irys Arist'lar"]

Thane acknowledged the orders from FleetComm, turning to his operations team...

Alright, you heard the lady. Fighters deploy, bring this ship into the Circle. I want all batteries prepped. Do not engage in ship to ship, stay back and help pick off fighters and missiles. Someone bring me a scan of the enemy fighter formation.

Just as the pilots got into their fighters, they deployed and fell into formation, the Bombers would wait until called to deploy. It would make them antsy, but it was necessary to save as many as possible.

Command, all fighters have been deployed. Rendezvousing with the fleet in current position, awaiting further orders.

 

[Nagate Hei]

Objective: C
Allies: [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] | @Apoc @Yuroic Xeraic
Enemies: [member="Phade"] | [member="Molly Rieux"]
Location: Crypt

Nagate shook his head when Yuroic asked if he had explosives. He did as asked and moved to cover a door on the opposite end of the crypt. He prepared himself for the attack, yet all he felt was steel.

Understood sir.

The incoming assault force would not gain access to the Politician. Nagate would use the training he'd received from his master to destroy the ACA.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Objective: C
Location: Entrance to C
Allies: Ravens, Rebels [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Apoc"], [member="Nagate Hei"]
Enemies: ACA Sith-funders, [member="Molly Rieux"], [member="Ahra Martrey"], [member="Phade"]

Chiasa switched her comm to short range Rebel Frequencies, or at least the frequencies for them that she had, they likely had deeper encrypted ones.

"Identifying as a friendly, orange twi'lek coming up on your main entrance, I'm here to help you with your babysitting, do try not to shoot me. It makes me cranky. Thanks so much darlings."

This done, since it was rather important, she turned her attention back to the feed she was getting from the Little Bird. While it had a 10km radius, she was keeping it in close to home, patrolling the skies within 5 clicks. Which meant that one [member="Phade"] was in full view sauntering across open ground before he ducked into a crevice.

"Speaking of, I have you three marked on my HUD.. You don't have anyone else outside do you? If not we have company coming.. If you have HUDs or communits, patch me in I can send you the feed."

She sent the Little Bird up to maximum height, and left it circling the area she'd last seen the possible threat. She doubted he'd be the only one, and if they were smart, if they thought like her, he might even have been a ruse. Something obvious so they missed the more insidious threat. At the end of the day however, most people were not her, most people were idiots.

All the same, she ducked within the eastern hive entrance, she hadn't got a good look at his weapon before he'd stepped out of view. If he was carrying a sniper rifle she'd just as soon not get shot in the head.

I intend to leave a beautiful corpse after all.

That thought frought a sharp toothed smiles to her face as she called up and reviewed a map of the crypts from the Rebels System on her ARCs. She scanned the meandering passage ways, looking for the intersections, the patterns, the points at which she could block more than one entrance.

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Objective: Shuttle to B
Location: Approaching defensive perimeter from C, avoiding unfriendlies
Allies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
Enemies: ACA


"There's a bug, and there's a bug and there's a- oh kark! Wooo!"

The Togruta yelled, punching the little Washburne for all it was worth as he wove through the skies, dodging anything that looked even slightly unfriendly on his way to the defended position.

He reckoned 'escape' ship or not he could probably take out a few enemy vessels but well, the boss had spoken, and you did not go against Kritivaas.

"I'd like to go with her though if y'know what I mean."

He commented to himself, grinning.

The perimeter was showing up on his scanners, he's be there soon. He toggled the comm open again.

"Hey beautiful, I've got orders to bug out as soon as the gears unloaded, so I'm comin' in engines hot, hot, hotter than you in that little red dress, make sure y'got some of the flower pickers ready to unload hey?"

 

[Ahra Martrey]

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

Ahra strode out of the bunker and was almost back to his ship when Molly's message came though. "Understood. I'll be waiting." He boarded and began going over his equipment when Phade interrupted. "Agreed, Phade. I'm not too far from you. You'll know where I am." He idly wondered if he was as far off as he said - if the man was smart, he would be much closer. Still, he should be able to spot the ship, if he was coming from that direction - it was fairly well hidden from the other side.
He stood in the ships armory, considering what he would need. He grabbed a pair of Stilletos, one silenced and one not, and concealed them, then an INP. Not sure how much use that'll be, but better to have it and not use it than leave it and need an ion or stun. After a few moments of consideration, he grabbed a micro turret and a few extra bracelets. Won't blend in terribly well in the Hive, but it'll be decent to slap down if we need to cover our escape. He checked the vibrodagger concealed in his wrist, just to make sure it was working properly.
He stood for a few moments, thinking about tech. After a few moments, he picked up a trio of Spydors for recon and placed them in a plastic case in his pocket. He reached for a laser microphone but was interrupted by chatter in his ear. "Avathar, Rachel. New intel."
"What do you have?"
"Orange Twi'lek at the Hive entrance. On both a datapad and comms."
"Can you access the signal?"
"Give me a minute."
Ahra grabbed the mike and his datapad and started toward the ship's entrance. "Avathar, she's spotted Phade." He stopped short of the ramp and swore. "Repeat, she is on a low-security Rebel frequency and had a brief visual on Phade. It looks like she's got a drone in the air."
"Can you scramble?"
"I could have if I'd seen her two minutes ago. She's inside now, out of range." He paused. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Not your fault."
"Yes it is. I should have seen her bef-"
"Shut up, Alec." Ahra stood at the top of the ramp, considering his options. With any luck the ship hadn't been spotted yet. "Can you do anything about that drone?"
"I could scramble that. Shooting it down would give me away. That said, she's inside now. They'll have trouble picking up the signal, for the same reasons we can't just scan the inside for complete intel."
Ahra took a deep breath. "Hold on a moment. See if you can't identify the Twi'lek." He opened a new secure channel to Phade. "Phade, Avathar. Slight change of plans. You've been spotted - there's an enemy surveilance drone in the sky. Might be disguised. See if you can't take it down." He returned to Rachel's channel. "Anything?"
"You want best case or worst case?"
"Yes."
"Best case, it's Mora Komad, a smuggler that's been working with the Rebels for a while. Worst case, that's Chiasa Kritivaas. Not only is she president of the Red Ravens, she's a fairly capable Force-sensitive."
Kark. That. "Assume it's Kritivaas. Let command know there may be Raven supplies and troops on the way. Phade is aware of the drone and may be attempting to take it down, since they already know he's here. If he can't find it, you can scramble. Either way, I'm moving the moment it's down."

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Objective: B
Location: Shuttle Crash Site
Allies: Aela Talith
Enemy: ???

His heart thumped in his chest. His ears perked, his entire being seemed to be wracked with nerves. It was an invasion, it was a battle.

It was war.

“Father?”

The voice snapped him out of it. The tiny questioning tone within Aela's single word. He looked down at his daughter, standing there with bright orange eyes, the eyes of a Talith, the eyes of a warrior, of a conqueror, the eyes of someone who would always survive. He blinked, and then smiled at her, holding up a hand to stop the panic that was surging through his old Geonosian friend.

“It's alright my friend.” Soliael said petting his daughter, moving another strand of blonde hair from her face. “You worry about your people. I will get my daughter off this world.”

Soliael could handle this. He had been a God after all. He had decimated entire planets, torn civilizations asunder, and altered entire species. Getting himself and Aela off this planet was no big deal. “Aela.”

He said his daughters name, garnering her attention. She looked at him, her lips thin, clear worry within her eyes.

“It's going to be alright. We're going to head to the shuttle then off world okay? The planet is being attacked.” He had no idea by who, though his friend had stated that it was the Corporate Alliance, whoever that was. Soliael didn't really care, he only wanted his daughter to be safe. The little girl nodded, having complete faith within her Father.

Soliael scooped her up, and in the blink of an eye the two of them were sitting within the small shuttlecraft that they had been using to tour the galaxy.

It didn't take long after that for them to take off. There was no permission needed and Soliael's Pilot droid simply rose up into the air without even a question. Neither he nor Aela could fly the shuttle of course, one of their odd failings. The Ship flew into the sky, and immediately they were met with the sights of war. Thousands upon thousands of fighters surged through the air, flak fire and turbo-lasers loomed through the air. Everywhere one looked there was clouds of smoke, destruction.

It was war to its fullest.

Once Soliael would have lavished in it, would have loved it, yet now...now he feared it. Not for himself, but for Aela, for his daughter. He needed to protect her, needed to keep her safe. As the fighters surged through the air the Shuttle approached, marked for diplomacy by its bright red. A surge of something happened, Laser fire streaking across the bow of the ship.

His daughter whimpered as the senses of death and battle loomed in on her, the force surging with the rapid waves of war.

"It's okay." Soliael said petting his daughters hair. "It's just some laser fi-"

Soliael was cut off as suddenly a screeching roar tore through the hull of the ship. A stray missile struck the tail end of the shuttle, breaking through its engines and biting through its reactor core. Emergency klaxons began to blare, and Soliael and Aela began to plummet.

 

[H3xle]

Objective: C

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

"Agreed, Phade. I'm not too far from you. You'll know where I am."

Phade checked his HUD and saw the updated location. "Yeah, I've got your location. I'll head over in a minute, I've got a strange feeling." Something was nagging at him, but he couldn't quite place what. He looked towards the hive and saw a blur of orange slip into the entrance. He didn't have the chance to pick whoever it was off, but he wouldn't have tried anyway. That would have given away his position. He was about to start away from his hidey hole when he heard his radio come to life again.

"Phade, Avathar. Slight change of plans. You've been spotted - there's an enemy surveilance drone in the sky. Might be disguised. See if you can't take it down."

"Copy, I'll keep my eye to the sky." he said and made it so. He zoomed out on his masks HUD and looked out through it to see if he could spot the drone. He patched his HUD into Avathars network, he had only very low read access, but that was all he needed to receive telemetry on where the bird was. He raised his rifle to his shoulder and zoomed in on the drone. He only got a blurry read from this far out. "Avathar, Phade. It's to far away for me to confirm a lock on it. I have a pretty good bead on it with my KO armors HUD, but it may take a few shots to kill it. Please advise."

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Objective: B
Location: Moving along to next Objective
Allies: ACA
Enemies: Rebels

Fingers dancing lightly across his unsheathed blade, light tap noises coming from the steel blade, Seto simply distracted himself as he felt another shake of the dropship as they landed. He looked around at his own black armor, it was indeed sleeker than the older Obsidian armor class but he could make do without so much black. No sigh this time escaped his lips as he quickly sheathed his blade and readied himself for the battle that would engulf him as soon as he stepped off of the ship.

Eyes adjusting to the HUD inside his helmet as he registered the other droids quickly as too ensure that he had a constant flow of information from the battle droids themselves. He should be surprised to see more than half of his forces destroyed, as in, Seto should not be surprised to find the information at an inopportune time versus knowing his forces were below optimal. Seto patted his training saber clipped to his belt as he reached for his blaster riffle hanging onto the ship wall behind him.

The ramps opened and Seto waited for a few moments, allowing the droids to march out first, and then Seto quickly followed. The Headquarters were not far off, Seto's feet quickly trotted across the dusty terrain, he could hear the sound of war, rather he could feel it more so, the sense of battles unfolding as Seto continued his way into the Headquarters. Still being an apprentice of the Order felt a tad underwhelming in Seto's own opinion he still rather enjoyed the evaluation of his position since joining. Finding his way into the war room itself Seto stood slightly awed at the tactical display in front of his eyes as he tried to take in everything in front of him.

He found his instructor [Member="Raziel"] and made motion towards him, Seto nodded only once and bowed quickly in respect, "Instructor," Seto greeted as he turned around to face the tactical display ahead of him. He understood he stepped into a world of strategy and war, one he felt oddly certain the side he was on currently held advantage. This was nothing close of how the Bothwai pirate attack was, nor the Zenith Prime siege either, this invasion was on an entirely different scale.

 

[Darth Osano]

Objective: B
Location: Geonosis landing area
Allies: Bourgeois
Enemies: Proletariat

Held in reserve, Droid Company C remained stationary, awaiting further orders from HQ. He had no idea what the rebel defenses were, and so could only guess at the tactics he would need to employ to dislodge them. TD-18 mostly wished for greater mobility and resources than the single MTAT and paltry droid complement attached to them. If it had been his call, troops would not have begun landing on planet until after control of the Geonosis system had been achieved. Why so many modern generals insisted on landing troops before clearing the enemy's air support was beyond him. Fortunately, TD-18 wasn't being paid to complain. He wasn't actually being paid at all, since he was sent here to do his duty to Abrion by the Viceroy of Hypori. Nothing more.

Closer to HQ than he was the foundry, TD-18 twiddled his robotic thumbs and waited for orders. Maybe he would get to execute a flanking maneuver, if he were lucky.

 

[Prime]

Objective: Charlie.
Location: Geonosis.
Allies: Whale. Droids. Credits.
Enemies: Failed political statues, Rebel virus.

Droids do not need windows. Structural weakness. But droids can use cover. And with the sniper still not found and more droids falling prey to the fight, that was when [member="Hion the Herglic"], Cetacean to Prime made the cover order. Broadcasting on all frequencies to the local droids, including [member="Besh Prime"], the Real Prime even took cover, pulling out its Reclaimer Sniper rifle.

Initiate cover protocol.

Begin search.

Switching through the potential units in its network, Prime was accessing all view points from each unit, all streams of data for a half a second a piece while using its own view to cover the unit itself. It could not locate the sniper. It did not matter. The order was to open the foundry and delete as many Rebel runtimes as possible.

Protocol: Virus Scan.

But not Norton. Something that actually worked.

Perhaps Prime could insight a riot by painting fellow units in Rebellion colors and begin deleting ‘innocent’ Geonosian runtimes.

Perhaps.

Mission: Reclaim Foundry. Stay active. Delete Rebellion Virus.

“Cetacean. Can you hack the system and detect life forces?” What that meant was ‘do Force magic and find the blonde tramp shooting droids. Or the Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding! creature.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Objective: Bravo
Allies: Rebels
Enemies: ACA


Droids. They were sending droids. How pathetic. He found droids distasteful, the children of iron were not good warriors, nor were they acceptable opponents. He found them to lack the tenacity and vigor of actual people. So, when the droids came towards his position, into the sights of his M45- it was needless to say that he was not happy. To say that Preliat was a good shot was an understatement- he had been conducting war non-stop for nearly 10 years now. So, he was more than prepared for the droids, when they came. And whatever else that they had decided to throw at him.

He ran his thumb over the rifle, that had served him so well over the years. He blinked, digging himself into the position, waiting for the assault.


"Droids. How I loathe them."

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Objective: C
Location: Eastern Entrance of Hive-Crypt
Allies: Ravens, Rebels [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Apoc"], [member="Nagate Hei"]
Enemies: ACA Sith-funders, [member="Molly Rieux"], [member="Ahra Martrey"], [member="Phade"]

Whoever was in the crevice hadn't poked their heads out enough for the Little Bird to get a better look at them, but it continued to scan the surrounding areas as it circled, true to its protocol. For a drone made to spot individual, no surprise that when it got to that particular bit of landscape it picked out and relayed the transport.

"Son of a-, I've got a landed transport on visuals as well. Wrong approach angle to be our friend outside."

She used the ARCs holonet capabilities to search for the shuttles schematics. Surprisingly it wasn't within the Rebels files, or even the general publics that she found the answer. Oh no, it was from a tech developer the Ravens were intimately familiar with. This brought about a slight snarl to the Twi'leks face. It could be a coincidence. He was a business man after all. Still, there had been so many betrayals lately..

It didn't matter. She had more immediate concerns. There could be as few as one people, or as many as thirty on that shuttle. Likely not thirty. If they'd had the full compliment, surely they'd be storming the crypt already before the Rebels could move reinforcements in. So.. perhaps twelve? Which if you added the gent she'd spotted earlier made thirteen.

So her, and three unknown allies who may or may not have been of any use, versus thirteen likely well trained, well armed enemies. Lovely. Oh the Rebels were going to owe her after this..

Assuming she survived.

 

[Miss Blonde]

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

Patricia was enjoying herself at this point, she had just pinned down a company of droids, destroyed their transport, and made them all hide like little girls. She let out a soft chuckle and cocked back the action on her rifle to load up a another tungsten carbide slug, but she had to move now. Shooting from one position for too long was dangerous and she had to move to the lower floor and start firing from a window or gash in the wall. Patricia slung her rifle and put her pack on then moved back down to the stairwell to one floor lower. Reaching an large executive office, well as executive as a stone and metal could get. She plopped down her rifle on a desk and moved the desk towards the window so the barrel was not sticking out the end of the window and she could fire from about a meter from the large window that looked out onto the geonosian plains.

Setting up her gear again she set her stuff back down and looked to her drone that was still looking down at the company of droids and the one Herglic with the nasty shield. Patricia heated a voice on her comm link and sighed in frustration at [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] goon.

"Just set them near my shuttle, it's near the rear droid foundry about three kilometers from the front lines." Patricia said with a need to get back to sniping.

Sighting back in Patricia looked through her cross hairs and could see all the high lighted targets in the area, they had taken cover and she didn't have a shot. So she did what any patient sniper would do, she waited. When one of them would stick their ugly heads out she would promptly blow it off and kill them, she didn't need fancy magic bugs that lived in her blood. All she needed was her rifle to make an entire company fear the digital reaper.

 

[Marek Starchaser]

Objective: M as in Mancy
Location: Heading to the CryptMaze
Enemies: Mediocrity
Allies: Superiority

Molly wasn’t crazy. She was checking in with everyone around her, and didn’t trust the comms to not get hacked by some fool hearty Raven. Sure, maybe she almost enjoyed the concept of that group of criminals taking over worlds. Maybe she did. They were working from the ground up, the one thing is, that Molly went legitimate. Sort of. But really, the Knights were teaching her how to use a full part of herself that she otherwise wouldn’t be using. And that was important to her. She needed to learn to work this Force business.

And she was.

But she also was a realist, and used all her other senses, and this idea of technology, her Knights Obsidian armor using a lot of gadgetry to enhance her senses, as well as to break into computers and call for droid back up. She also had a standard utility belt.

She should probably add a stun-protocol somewhere.

Or shock, that would be nice.

And a magnet.

She closed her helmet when she heard about the drone and looked to the sky after taking cover behind an outcropping. “Negative on drone here. Moving to your location, Phay----.” She cut herself off. Don’t trust the scanners.

Paranoia.

“We need to get moving.” Was all she said as she engaged herself to making it towards the others. How did she get on the wrong shuttle?

[member="Phade"]
[member="Ahra Martrey"]

 

[H3xle]

Objective: B


Location: Unmarked Space Station over Geonosis
Allies: [member="Raziel"] [member="Prime"] [member="Triam Akovin"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="TD-18"] [member="cryax bane"] [member="Hion the Herglic"]
Enemies: [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Irys Arist'lar"] [member="Krasnaya Xue"][member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Khloe Sparrow"] [member="Corruck Kazen"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Darik Plutan"] [member="Sannika Brynn"]


Incoming signal from unit designated as Prime....

Accepted signal, streaming file labeled Orders.

If Besh had been flesh and blood he would have made some disdainful noise. He had been given orders already, and in none of them was the unit designated as Prime placed over him in the chain of command. He reported directly to Raziel for this operation, and as such he reviewed what Prime had sent, then discarded it.

He noticed that there were reports of droids being shot in A Company. He turned over on the top of the MTAT and began to stream data from A company. He routed it into his targeting subroutines, tracing the fire back to its point of origin. There he saw the tip of a rifle protruding from a hidden position. From his current vantage point he couldn't see [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], so he ordered his droids to disembark. The MTAT set its landing struts down and lowered ramps. Droids disembarked and began to line up, a quick counter command had them instead separate into squads and create a perimeter roughly twenty meters out and make the regular clankers go prone and the super clankers take a kneeling position behind them. All of his droids were in an arc that faced the snipers position, and he ordered them to open fire on that position. He kept the MTAT landed, using it as a stable raised platform so he could counter snipe. He kept his gaze on the place where the rifle muzzle poked out and waited. He knew that snipers wouldn't like to be under fire, and she would move to try to take out his droids. He was waiting for that so he could fire upon her and take her out.

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[Miss Blonde]

Location: 3 Kilometers behind Rebel front lines in a droid foundry.
Objective: B
Allies: Rebel alliance
Enemies: [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Prime"] [member="Raziel"] [member="Besh Prime"]

Spoiler

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The good thing about being three kilometers behind friendly lines with a high powered sniper rifle, was that you were three kilometers behind friendly lines with a high powered sniper rifle. Patricia looked through her scope and could see a group of droids about four or five kilometers away from her current position had targeted her and were firing. Patricia just laughed at that, she laughed and laughed and laughed. She laughed until her sides hurt and she began to cough. Catching her breath she sighed and aimed her rifle up, she might as well of been hiding behind a ray shield. Blaster rifles and even the canon on that MTAT didn't have the range to travel almost three miles and they would have to get closer to do any real damage. Or any at all really.

Patricia moved to her bird watcher's datapad and began to highlight the MTAT the commander was atop of, she smiled and began to pack up. The weapon had a pretty decent cool down time and she should move up to her shuttle to grab an exo suit and her Czerka sniper to have a bit more fun at their expense. So picking up the heavy rifle the woman found the lift and moved down until she reached her shuttle. It was time to change her gear for combat towards the front lines.