Breaking the Unions (ACA Invasion of Rebel Geonosis)

[Alena Reckar]

Location: Anarchists holding foundry, with two anti-tank operators
Objective: B
Allies: Rebel Alliance; [member=Khloe Sparrow] Patricia Susan Garterhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2984-patricia-susan-garter/ Corruck Kazen
Preliat Mantishttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1778-preliat-mantis/ Darik Plutan
Enemies: Directly engaging Besh Primehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/7682-besh-prime/
Hion the Herglichttp://starwarsrp.net/user/776-hion-the-herglic/ Prime Raziel Triam Akovin


Alena was terrified, her mouth was dry and her thighs were itchy beneath the suit of light armor she wore. The dust rolled passed her in gentle waves as the winds kicked up now and again, reflecting the minor level of excitement she had for this battle. Already Rebel forces had met with the droid armies, and more were on their way to the foundry at that very moment, sneaking through dense clouds of smoke that obscured the clankers from view. Alena clenched her jaw, her grip tightening on the rifle in her hands. The grenade launcher on her back was loaded with EMP rounds, which would be far more effective against the droids than her rifle. Alena felt herself shaking as she waited alongside the other anarchist trainees, most of whom were excited for the upcoming fight. Or at least not as terrified as I am. Alena wasn't a killer, she didn't think war was a useful way to spend her life, and she was only here because it kept her close to Wan Min.
What the hell is wrong with you, following that woman around? You want to end up dead? That was her father's voice talking, and in her current emotional state, Alena couldn't get him out of her head. The man was dead, had been for years, but the way he'd shaped how she thought about herself would stick with her for the rest of her life it seemed.
Please, just leave me alone, she begged his phantom silently, gripping more tightly onto the weapon in her hands. Suddenly the rifle fired, Alena had squeezed the trigger unwittingly in throes of her emotional torment. The blaster bolt struck the foundry wall before her and exploded, leaving a round mark of charred metal and burnt plastic. Alena shivered and looked around to her fellow soldiers, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just so kriffing nervous." Embarrassment crept onto her face, and Alena could feel her blued cheeks burning as hotly as the hole in the wall.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Location: In the same room as Mr Anderson.
Objective: C
Allies: Rebel Alliance
Enemies: ACA

Theme:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZRTya131Ok

Weapons:

Red Raven Napalm Grenades X3, Force Breakers X2, Fragmentation Grenades X2, The Nameless Blade, CW11 Pistol, and Lil Monster Submachine Gun with Sith Killer rounds (Nearby, not on him)

Armor:

Sasori Masquer Armor, Viola Coat, Explorer corp Bodysuit

[member="Nagate Hei"] [member="Ahra Martrey"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Phade"]

Solan looked up with unopened eyes as he heard the others talking and his voice sounded again. "Pull up a chair and calm down, no one is stupid enough to try and navigate through the hives and look for one..." His eyes aimed at the man as they slowly opened, violent blood red eyes straring down at him from where Solan sat in the chair. "...Spineless twit..." His eyes closed back up and his force sight took back over. "... that can't defend itself and has to hide here. You don't even have to worry about something coming down the caverns. I can handle anyone that decides to get too close and they will regret trying." He smiled wide with his scar in the force growing, his smile widening again as he tasted the fear and worry around him. 'Come and get him, i dare you.'

 

[Verd Skirata]

Objective: B strafe ACA Infantry with Rogue squadron
Allies: Rebels [member="Sannika Brynn"] | [member="Juwiela Melec"]
Enenies: ACA supporters

Verd sprinted down the hallway towards the hangar confident that his ship would be in optimal condition. Whoever thought that last night was a good night to spike his drink with a strong tranquilizer would have to pay for their actions later. As of right now he knew he was extremely late. He quickly hopped into the first nevermore he saw with it's engines prepped and took a quick inventory of its armaments and fuel, full on torpedoes and just over 75% full would have to do for this fight he decided. As he took off he quickly punched in the comm frequency for Rogue squadron and contacted Rogue Lead hoping he'd still be able to meet up with his squadron in time. "Rogue 5 departing hangar, punching full throttle to your position, lemme know who to kill." He knew he was still a couple minutes out, but any support he could offer his squad mates would be helpful in the least. He armed the first payload of torpedoes (6) and waited until the enemy was in range.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Objective: B
Location: E Support Company - Sniper Platoon; several Km from Foundry
Allies: ACA Employers, Alpha Company ([member="Hion the Herglic"], [member="Prime"], [member="Besh Prime"], etc.)
Enemies: Rebel Targets ([member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Khloe Sparrow"])

It was strange how intent this target was on changing her position all the time. She seemed to think that someone moving around provided the most protection from a sniper that was watching your every move. Every time she got on a speeder or something, she was compromising her position... something that her snipers had yet to do. None of them had fired without her command, though that would probably change soon. In the meantime, she watched as the target rolled out into what looked like some sort of bubble shield, the blue haze alerting Triam to not even bother as the target rolled into cover behind a boulder.

She asked for a status report on the sniper team she had assigned to assist her in taking down the enemy sniper, and they were tracking her as well with their faster inorganic aiming algorithms. The amount of time it took the enemy sniper to expose herself in lining up her shot at Triam, the droid sniper team fired that red bolt at her. It would expose their position most likely, but she would soon realize that the odds were quickly mounting against her with the revelation more than one sniper team was after her, and ACA forces were fast approaching.

Triam threw her head and weapon behind the rock mound that served as her cover as the round became incoming, grateful that tungsten bolt had been off the mark as it blasted the red stone into fragments and dust, washing over the brown cloth that hid her Ultrachrome armor. The armor protected greatly from many thing, but it had small gaps due to its segmentation, that allowed sharp grains to sneak their way past. It was an irritant of course, but not something she was going to deal with now..

Without exiting cover, she monitored the progress of her droid remotes, all eight of them fast approaching enemy lines, however two of them were on their way to pay her sniper target a visit. Given their small unassuming nature as they flew low to the ground, covered in the red dust, whilst in the midst of a large scale battle with many more distractors, it was unlikely they would be spotted. They weren't a terrible threat either way, but they gave Triam an overview of the entire battle in a sense, giving her visuals on enemies she wouldn't otherwise see.

For instance, Triam picked out that there was now currently a woman on a speeder armed with ion weapons firing into the ACA's droid forces smoke screen. It was quite fast, more than likely too fast for Triam to fire at, but maybe not for the droids. She was weighing her options and deciding what positions she was willing to risk being compromised by firing at that woman. Slightly distracted however by her lethal opponent, she merely alerted the company being attacked.

"B company, I have a visual on a speeder bike armed with ions weapons. Be aware, over."

With that, she climbed down her perch a level and found a nicely convenient slab of rock with a sizable hole in the center. Crouching, she set her sniper through the hole and aimed at the cover her target was last seen in. She was using her remotes as well to check if she had used her speeder. Her droid sniper team was watching too, and was about to report to her. Another sniper team was ordered to watch the speeder bike chick and wait for the command to fire.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Moving toward the Foundry, Objective B
Allies: [member="Triam Akovin"], [member="Prime"], [member="Besh Prime"]
Enemies: [member="Vulpesen"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Khloe Sparrow"]

The Rebel line provided a rather irritating roadblock to Orcus. Just beyond the dozen or so insurgents lay the objective.

The Herglic glowered at them, charge unabated, and dipped into his well of power. He sucked in a massive breath and then promptly unleashed it in a concentrated Force Bellow that ripped up the soil in its path.

"HAUUUUUUUM!"

The soldiers never got the chance to fire a shot. The Force-enhanced shockwave struck them like a bomb blast. The overpressure ruptured internal organs and sinus cavities, leaving the ribald terrain strewn with corpses.

Orcus continued to lumber toward the Foundry.

 

[Casteel Mer'taal]

Location: Near the foundry; invisible, prone. hai hai
Objective: B
Enemies: @Khloe Sparrow @Patricia Susan Garter [member="Corruck Kazen"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Darik Plutan"]
Allies: @Besh Prime @Hion the Herglic @Prime @Raziel @Triam Akovin



Tick tock, goes the chronowatch, the Rebels and the ahhhcakas!

Shapeshifters you see, have this nifty little way of being able to blend into their surroundings. While the ACA armies would gather enmass, Chloe Van Derveld chose a different path. A path of subtlety.

Skin Shifted, blending in. With the intel gleaned by the Bothan network, Chloe was just a wallflower rebel. Very ordinary. Very normal. If a bit strange.

But who wouldn't be on a planet full of bugs?

All this to be able to find a nifty area to find a sniper perch. She was dressed in a stealth suit, laying prone with one of her rifles in hand.

Bang bang. A slug to the brain pan!

Her blue eye would slide shut, one gold scoping down range....

Who would she dance with first?

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Rebel Front Lines
Objective: B
Allies: Rebel alliance
Enemies: [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Prime"] [member="Raziel"] [member="Besh Prime"] [member="Triam Akovin"]


Well this was it for old Patricia, she had a good run and it was time to kick the bucket. She was starting to become surrounded and it seemed that all hope was lost, if only she had been smarter, if only she had packed a giant rocket launcher that could home in on marked targets. That would certainly save her now, but sadly one of those things were just too far ahead of this time.

A red bolt flew past Patricia and it grazed her phrik armor, thankfully it was phrik and it did it's job of dispersing energy based attacks. Her drone immediately picked out the sniper team and highlighted them on her HUD. This was getting out of hand now, and it was time to even the odds. Patricia now by her speeder bike set down her sniper rifle and grabbed the scrap maker missile launcher, balancing the heavy device she lifted it up in the air and had the targeting computer lock on to the targets. Once the position was locked on the sniper team it was time to bring the boom. Angling up the launcher Patricia from behind cover shot the missile up straight into the air and it flew up with great amounts of speed. The rocket corrected it's path and headed straight for the sniper team's position. To summarize it was going to blow them all to hell on a first class trip.

Patricia then loaded up another missile quickly from the back of the speeder using her augmented strength and aimed it at her little sniper friend who decided it was a good idea to fuck with someone like her. Patricia locked the target and aimed the rocket straight up again and let out another missile that would home in on the woman's position. If the woman moved she would be ok and the missile would strike the location she was, if not she was on a one way trip to blue ghost land to kick it with yoda and Obiwan.

"Suck on that queen!" Patricia barked as the rockets flew to their destinations at around 4.5 seconds to impact

 

[H3xle]

Location: Moving toward the Foundry, Objective B
Allies: [member="Triam Akovin"], [member="Prime"], [member="hion the herglic"]
Enemies: [member="Vulpesen"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Khloe Sparrow"]

Besh was still holding position a hundred yards from the rebel lines when he saw the whale man take out an entire section and keep going. A piece of his processor admired the biological life form, he was powerful. As that thought processed through his mind, bombers swooped down from on high and dropped their payload in front of his advancing droids. Due to the raggedness of the droid lines the bombers runs only hit four of his droids, their bodies partially vaporized in the fires as Besh watched.

Just as he turned his full attention back to his section of the line, not that much of it had left it, when he saw the first like of smoke heralding a missile shot by [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]. Instantly, he sent an order to the mortar teams supporting him to blanket that entire area with incendiary rounds. By the time the second plume went up from that area, Besh could hear the mortars arcing over him. They would turn that entire area into a far more hellish place.

Besh was no longer thinking about that though. As the rest of the ACA line came up even with his troops, he sent his droids forward. He had them use cover and suppressive fire as they assaulted the Rebel line where [member="Alena"] was stationed, not that he knew any of the poor organics he was about to kill. He had his clanker platoons out front with his more powerful super clankers back with him. He was using them and himself to pick off anyone showing off a weapon bigger than a standard assault rifle. He had received a message about ion weapons, and to a droid that was no laughing matter. Not that anything was, to a droid.

As the processed memory of him ordering his droids to target anyone with an Ion Blaster, [member="khloe sparrow"] popped up from where she had snuck through his first line and fired her Ion blaster at him. At the last moment a pair of Super Clankers popped up to change positions and stepped right into the path of the ion blast. Several explosive pops came from their now useless husks as they fell to the ground. Instantly, every other super clanker that was around Besh Prime and Besh Prime himself turned and fired several bursts of blaster fire at [member="khloe Sparrow"]. Besh would then slip into cover of his own and transmit his latest details back to ACA command and request aerial support.


(Droid Count: 60 Clankers, 14 Super Clankers)
(Writer Post Count: 8)

 

[Darth Osano]

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

[member="Raziel"] | [member="Prime"] | [member="Besh Prime"] | [member="Hion the Herglic"] | [member="Triam Akovin"]

TD-18 received his orders and his processors decrypted them in moments. Oh, joyous day, he was to enact a flanking maneuver on the enemy position. And the invasion's commander was assigning his student to Company C. TD-18 would be sure to provide only the most valuable of lessons.

"Rendezvousing with allocated resources." TD-18 gruffly replied. "Departing in fifteen minutes."

His entire existence had been leading up to this moment, where he would ruthlessly dash the dreams of these irrelevant upstarts and end their cultural/psychological suppression of the Geonosian people. Except not really. This was just yet another thing he had been instructed to do. Ultimately it was an obstacle that prevented him from his most favorite pastime: doing nothing. The art of doing nothing and being totally undisturbed was difficult to master, but with time, TD-18 had become unrivaled in the sacred act of doing nothing. Unfortunately, today he would have to ignore his basic instincts and do something. If there was one thing TD-18 liked, it was doing. Anything. TD-18 coordinated his movements with the other companies and contractors presently acting against the selectivist-held foundry so that they would stay updated on his movements and what he was to do.

The forces allocated to him gathered at his position, and he prepared to depart. Within the MTAT, the Super Tactical Droid called up a holographic map of the canyon he was to traverse. The canyon itself was strategically nonviable, but TD-18 wasn't going there to hold the canyon. Needless to say, the sooner he and his forces left the canyon, the better. It was as good a back door as any and one that the rebels had apparently left undefended. Protocol dictated that he send scouts to make sure the area was safe regardless of the rebels' obvious lack of foresight. After all, if they had foresight, they would not be selectivist rebels. Nor would they violently attempt to undermine thousands of years of Geonosian culture with their asinine practices.

"The recon platoon will move ahead of the convoy and scout the canyon floor. Send six groups of four Hailfire Drones along the canyon walls to detect any potential enemy emplacements."

The MTAT disgorged the Hailfire drones in question, which darted off after the recon platoon.

"The MTAT will take point. The BX-04 units will separate into two groups of 48 and march on either side of the convoy. The proton cannon will be placed in the middle of the formation, the Buckler will carry up the rear. The apprentice will ride with me."

Again, the MTAT spat out its complement of clankers and got into position. TD-18 did not care for clankers. He found them to be inferior models. Regardless, since they were in comparatively short supply, he would be most displeased if any of them were to perish. Fortunately TD-18's thorough advance force would give them ample time to detect and prepare for any rebel counter-attacks. Once the troops were in position and Seto was aboard the MTAT, the convoy moved out. And by this time, the reconissance force had already entered the canyon.

Spoiler

• ADVANCE FORCE
  [x16] CS/BX-04 "Clanker" Battle Droid on STAP
• [x24] Hailfire-Class Battle Droid

• ARMOR
  [x01] Proton Cannon
• [x01] F5 Buckler
• [x01] MTAT
  [x01] TD-18
• [x01] Seto Du Couteau
• [x03] Hailfire Drone

• INFANTRY
  [x96] CS/BX-04 "Clanker" Battle Droid

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

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

She listened to the question that came over the comm as her eyes stayed on the feed provided by the Little Birdy. That wasn't particularly reassuring. Better not count on her Alliance friends too much then. Start making wills indeed. That little chuckle didn't inspire much confidence either. Oh well. Just herself to count on. Nothing new.

"Not that bad. Anywhere between two and twenty I suspect. Which means we might be outnumbered, but you did choose to put our friend down a twisty, turny hive-crypt with some narrow parts, so even if we are outnumbered.. They can't bring numbers to bear too badly. Just be smart."

Suddenly a blur went past her feed, another, and then the feed was gone.

"Vorkino. My drone is gone. We're blind. Settle in boys, this should be interesting. I'll let you know when contact is made."

Her attention went back to the map. Where was the best place to engage? It looked like everyone else was grouping up at the end point. She did not intend to. She wanted warning. Room to fall back. To engage where she wanted.

The very entrance had been good when she'd had eyes in the sky, when she knew where the enemy was coming from and could track them as they approached. Now that she was waiting, now that the enemy had the advantage, the initiative, it appealed less. She moved back, behind the first turn of the tunnels, it had narrowed a little, but was still fairly wide. A small speeder could fit through if the driver was good enough. She switched the rounds in her Outlaw. A Pack O Punch round to start, two Sith Killers, repeat until all nine rounds were loaded.

Just breathe. Be ready. Wait. Listen. Sense.

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Objective: B
Locations: Inside Perimeter, waiting to be unloaded
Allies: Rebel Alliance, [member="Corruck Kazen"], [member="Alena"]


"Comin' in! Skies are getting hot! Just saw some civvie fly into a stray missile! Ya'll better be ready for me down there!"

The Togruta pilots adrenaline was flowing freely at this point as he sent the Washburne into a dive, pulling it out and level at the last moment, fish tailing into position besides [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]s ship.

Before he'd even stopped completely, he'd punched the control to lower the ramp, revealing the goodies he'd been sent with, a full shipment of Ion Grenades and Ion Cannons, as well as five Exo-Suits.

He drummed his hands along the control panel anxiously waiting for the Rebel Alliance to unload so he could get out of there.

 

[Vulpesen]

Objective: B
Location: Near the foundry
Allies: Rebellion
Enemies: ACA, and the BIG KARKING WHALE


Vulpesen's guards were lucky enough to have not been int he oncentrated blast radios, but even being near the sound caused Vulpesen's ears to light up with howls of pain. Though, such noises were fairly drowned out by a familiar bellow. "HAUUUUUUUM!" He knew that sound. The sound of a traitor who he had last seen dead before a hearing with the senate. [member="Hion the Herglic"], AKA Darth Orcus

Whirling around, Vulpesen found he didn't need to tell his men to stay down, they were already ducking and covering, their training telling them when they were grossly outmatched. A large specimen of an enemy, but that's what Vulpesen excelled at. And now, it was time to see if he could bring a whale down with a few splinter. Never one to cause death, he commonly preferred to keep his dart shooters on two settings, horror and paralysis, the latter of which also caused unconsciousness.

Fortunately for the Tenevi, his detour to save [member="Soliael Talith"], while largely fruitless, had caused him to go unnoticed around Darth Orcus, and now he had the perfect opportunity to strike from behind. Likely unseen, and definitely unheard, he would raise his hands and use a minor amount of his telekinetic powers to activate the triggering mechanisms, causing a spray of fifteen darts from each dart shooter to race towards Orcus, hopefully embedding themselves into his back. Assuming the sneak attack worked, the sith would likely feel two things come over him. First, would be the unstoppable horrifying visions brought on by the rhak skuri concentrate, visions which would tap into his worst fears. Second, would be the paralyzing effects of Lecapenine, causing a helplessness as he faced the visions, which would become dreams as the second stage of unconsciousness would kick in.

There was no need for Vulpesen to fight face to face. Orcus was bigger and that force bellow could turn him into shreds of meat and cloth. No, much better t strike unseen, and take down the opponent before he even realized what was happening. It was easier, cleaner, and far quicker than any prolonged conflict. And in a fight like this, every second counted.

 

[Juwiela Melec]

Objective: B
Location: Skies above Geonosis
Allies: [member="Verd Skirata"], [member="Sannika Brynn"], [member="Braha Saca"], [member="Roth Tillian"], [member="Jake Cabur Tor"], [member="Shorwarr"], [member="Tomas Raynor"], [member="Mark Sage"]
Enemies: ACA, [member="Triam Akovin"], [member="Hion the Herglic"], [member="TD-18"], [member="Besh Prime"], [member="Soliael Talith"], [member="Raziel"]

Cracking a smile at the message that sparked through the comms calling for a bombing run, Juwiela didn't reply, deciding to save that surprise. The squadron was currently en route to just that, their goal to clear out enough enemy troops so that the Rebels and their allies would gain the ultimate upper hand necessary to drive their adversaries back for good. And it was practically a foolproof plan, unless those on the battlefield had a brilliant idea that would let them avoid the explosives raining down on them from on high. The chances of that were slimmer than anything, and she was plenty confident in the ability of her and the others to hit their marks with a deadly precision.

But, of course, they all had to know the plan first. Once again she broadcast through the secure line that connected all of Rogue Squadron, "In case you haven't noticed, our friends on the ground are having a bit of a difficult time. So we're going to solve the problem for them. Those of you flying bombers, get ready to drop your payload on my mark. The ones in fighters, cover the backs of our heavy-hitters in case the ACA gets lucky." She figured the pilots that their enemy may have had were too busy engaging the Rebel fleet to really concern themselves with whatever else may have been happening below, but it was always better to be certain that they had the necessary backup in place.

The next step would be alerting those allies on the ground of just what was about to happen, so they could stay well clear of the blast zone, lest this turn into casualties by friendly fire. That was the last thing they needed, and so she adjusted the frequency briefly, this time speaking to all of those Rebels and otherwise affiliated. "We're going to give everyone on the ground a little fireworks show. Those of you friendlies, clear out of the way. It's time to end this." Or, at least, come close to ending it. They'd give the others a leg up, at the very least, if not turn the tide of that front for the better. The Rebels were hardly out of the game yet. They were just getting started.

Keeping the comms on that same line so the necessary parties would know exactly when this was going to transpire, the squadron flew in silence for a time, punctuated only by the chatter coming through from everyone else. A quiet pattern of beeps that only she could hear through her headset rang through the cockpit, a system that allowed her to hear what otherwise physically sighted pilots would perceive visually. They were now well in range of the ACA ground troops, having approached the coordinates sent through the systems. Now all there was left to do was act.

It only seconds of preparation for her to prime those armaments on her ship. "Lock and load. Fire at your own leisure." It was then she let her own bombs loose, adjusting the comms to include only herself and the Rogues once more, as her payload and that of the other pilots soared down upon the enemy troops. It was done.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Objective: B
Location: Near the foundry
Allies: [member="Prime"]
Enemy: [member="Vulpesen"]

Bodyguards are awfully useful for a number of things. Aside from getting coffee, they can also warn you about impending danger.

"BEHIND!" Trilled Vasto.

A tingle of danger sparked through the Herglic and he whirled with surprising swiftness for a being of his size. The cetacean hefted the massive shield before him and weathered the hailstorm of darts as they skittered off its rough, chitinous surface.

"Kill the spares," Orcus ordered in a rich, rolling bass that carried across the battlefield.

Vasto and the other Darkwater Security bodyguard engaged the surrounding soldiers, taking them apart with ruthless efficiency and massive blasts from their BTI-EHP pistols.

The Herglic Sith unclipped his great saber. With a snap-hiss the crimson blade, nearly double the length of the average human's saber, came to life, crackling hungrily. He recognized the presence nearby, somehow elusive in location, but entirely familiar.

"Ah, Vulpesen... You cannot hide here. First an unsuccessful Jedi, then a traitorous Sith, now a forlorn rogue. It will be a pleasure ending your piteous career. Hauum."

 

[Corruck Kazen]

Location: Front lines
Objective: B
Allies: Rebel Alliance
Enemies: ACA

Corruck waited for enemies to arrive, however he was interrupted by a beeping sound from his tactical display. He pulled the datapad like device from his pocket, watching as the screen showed Rebel forces and then droids moving in on their position in the canyon. He sent a signal to order one of the three artillery emplacements to begin firing on the enemy line as they began their push. He specified the locatin to a position father into the enemy troops, where longer range snipers and infantry artillery were likely to be.

He dropped the datapad as droids began to attempt and overrun their position. Corruck pulled the ion rifle inline and let off three quick shots at the droid heading at him. He could almost feel the waves of energy from other ion weapons around him as the men began firing at the droids that were incoming. Corruck felt a sudden jolt of heat by his right arm, when he looked there was nothing but his skin looked as if it were badly sunburned. Probably a near miss by a droid that had been hit. He began aiming at the droids, not just the ones coming his way but any that he could get a good shot on.

 

[Vulpesen]

Sound or no, the Vitae Royal guard, were trained well enough to take cover in the trenches to avoid the powerful blasts. As Orcus' guards advanced, they would be met with the squad's dragoon pistols popping out from the cover of the ground, showing the groups unwillingness to lay down and die quite yet. Such would at least leave Vulpesen alone with Orcus in combat.

Listening to the sith, the jedi couldn't help but utter a small laugh as he pulled out his own saber. "I loved the jedi... would have returned had I not seen the corruption of the Republic. As for the sith, I had every intention of leaving them. I only wished I could leave a mark when I did so." The black and gold blades rose out from the hilt and made a small swirl as the Tenevi Master bounced on the balls of his feet. "I was turned away from the jedi by my own will and revelations. I simply stayed true to myself. What turned you? Last I remember, it was a single itty bitty lightsaber. Shows the control you had to let your mind be taken so easily." Of course, even as he spoke, he stayed prapred for an assault. Just because he was talking didn't mean he'd let his guard go down.

[member="Hion the Herglic"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: B
Enemy: [member="Vulpesen"]

Talking revealed the man's position, you know, just in case there happened to be some Force invisibility shenanigans going on that weren't mentioned.

Normally, the Herglic was game for a bit of Dun Möch, but only for those who had some sense of rationality. Even if Orcus believed logic could turn him there would be little point. The man had shown the frailty of his loyalty. So there was only one thing left to be done...

Orcus opened his maw, lowered his shield, and unleashed an unholy Force Bellow.

"HAUUUUM!"

The overpressure shockwave rippled toward Torrevaso. In the past, people had tried to block the blast by covering their ears. But this sort of Force Bellow didn't operate by bursting eardrums. It built up the air pressure and unleashed it into a wave that could sweep through an entire column of troops. The levels of PSI were high enough to render the blast capable of shearing off limbs.

Unless the rogue had some trick up his sleeve and could move at the speed of sound - the speed at which the blast wave was currently traveling, being air, after all - the obvious answer would be a Force Shield. But herein lies something to be said for specialization of Force Powers. You see, Orcus only has access to a handful of abilities. And because of this, much like an individual who has lost use of his sight and has had his other senses heightened as a result, these abilities are intensely powerful.

If Vulpesen was not eviscerated by the blast and if he managed to block it with a Force Shield, then at the very least the power imparted by the prevailing windspeed would likely swipe the rogue off his feet and send him flying through the air.

 

[Prime]

Objective: Charlie.
Location: Nearing Foundry
Allies: Programs, Pay-to-Play Users
Enemies: Free-to-Play Users

Prime was processing the fire coming at the team and working on making for cover fire from his units. When the orders finally came in to Easy Company, Prime was starting to re-route mission parameters. Easy Company would handle the Sniper. Perhaps in one of those Holos that were uploaded to its mainframe. Art imitates reality, was the reasons that the unit had holos upon holos in its mainframe. As well as something nearing a dozen terabytes of a variety of snuff and vore that it could upload into enemy computers. Link in keyloggers and other viruses and its work would be pretty well. Maybe @Cyrax Bane would need that sort of programming.

The units were starting to arrive, [member="Besh Prime"] and hopefully [member="TD-18"], as well as [member="Hion the Herglic"], were ready to move upon the foundry. And cause some damage.

Enemy runtimes had been a virus upon this world for too long and needed to be removed.

Preliminary scans had found the foundry nearby, and for the maker’s sake, Prime could not figure out what the Rebel Alliance was rebelling against. It did not make sense, in the past there was a Rebellion that lead to the Republic. Could these programs not play with those programs? Prime wished its speakers were louder, the holos and soundbytes it carried would prove to be annoying, at least, on the battlefield.

The droids from Alpha Company were now scattered under cover waiting for the fire to calm down. Prime would only risk so many, but when the time came to move on the Foundry, all units would move and it would use the units in its minor network to cover itself. Then they could maybe wear the sniper’s skin for a loincloth. Face first.

With the Cetacean making the decision, Prime gave the pay-to-play user a look. “Affirmative.” As the Cetacean started to move, so would the rest of Alpha Company. Protect the organics. As they were moving, the order from [member="Raziel"] came through and Prime sent another “Affirmative” to the commander, leaving a platoon of Clankers in reserve before moving to the mission at hand. Two platoons with Ol Reliable, from BlasTech, and one with The Reclaimer, also from BlasTech. BlasTech, for all your weaponry needs, unless you’re a damned communist.

With the smoke popping, Prime felt confident to advance, keeping two Clankers directly infront of its main unit to provide cover and an advanced sensor range. These had Reclaimer rifles and would begin dropping enemy runtimes when they came into the fray.

There was a lot going on from the smoke, and then the Cetacean did something Prime had not calculated into its war plan. The droid looked over at the Whale after it… destroyed a lot, and if Prime could get any harder than it’s metal shell, it would’ve. “This unit approves.”

With the sniper still in the area, Prime decided it would be best to call for artillery. “Alpha Company needs an enemy run time taken care of. Transmitting triangulation data immediately.” Who was in charge of the Artillery? [member="TD-18"]? [member="Raziel"]?

Shell the queen.

Ordering one platoon of clankers, Prime sent a transmission for them to cover the Cetacean against the

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jofNR_WkoCE

Rebel creature. The silent order came for Bravo platoon to fire on the Foundry, with Charlie platoon, the one with the Reclaimers covering them. An order also went out to the Fleet to call in for something to deal with the bothersome pilots.

And who said droids were useless? Prime began to open fire directly on the Foundry, waiting for a body to come close to begin to wear the skins.

(big post to catch up from missing like 12 hours)

 

[Vulpesen]

Objective: 2
Allies: Rebels
Enemies: ACA (Orcus)

Move at the speed of sound? No need for that. Sound was already on his side. Orcus was known for his massive Haums and their destructive force. But bellows, much like his own howls, required breath. As Vulpesen taking, his ears flicked towards Orcus, their hypersensitivity no match for the sound should it hit him. But that sound before. That little gasp of life. That little moment before the attack came. That's what they listened for. And of course, they caught it. The tell tale breath, harder to catch than the raising of a pistol, but far easier than watching for the pull of a trigger. Know your enemy and the battle is yours. Despite what the whale might claim. it was obvious he had no clue who Vulpesen was. Then again, none of the jedi masters of his time or after had paid attention to him anyways.

Normal a sound like his would cause Vulpesen to fall helplessly to the ground, but with the focused nature of the force bellow, it would prove easy enough to avoid with only a minor annoyance, so long as Vulpesen stayed out of its direct blast. The moment before the sound would leave Hion's mouth, the Tenevi would take to the air, his naturally strong legs, and the force itself lifting him into the sky.

Before he could reach his Apex, the Zorren would strike, shooting his hands forward and causing a set of ten tendrils to arc their way towards the whale. It was an ability he rarely practiced without his daggers, and yet it was so similar to the times he had guided the blades that it came second nature. The invisible ropes of force energy would carry a lethal point as they raced towards Hion at high velocities, aiming half of their ends at his large and easily targeted chest, and the rest at his head. Each attack was made to strike simultaneously in hopes of negating the singular defense of his shield.

This had become a test of agility versus strength. And while Vulpesen had come out as victorious in many conflicts sucha s these, he could only hope that he could do this once more. As with the other times, he'd have to rely on every trick, no matter how unconventional they'd be. If not,the consequences could be dire and he didn't exactly savor the idea of being blasted into space by the traitor's voice. Such a things did tend to ruin one's day.

[member="Hion the Herglic"]

 

[Micah tol Powl]

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

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The large frigate popped into view, sliding from out of hyperspace into the star system. The call to general quarters continued to echo through the ship, as the small droid stood at the forward part of the bridge. An array of ships were visible against the backdrop of space, many of which were not recognizable as the Red Fleet. "Well, we've just given them something new to shoot at," the afro-headed machine remarked simply.

Turning his head just slightly, the automaton addressed the human officer behind him. "Launch all fighters, defensive formation. Then bring shields to maximum."

The former Imperial clicked his heels together, as he turned to carry out the droid's orders. Directing his cyber-organic eyes down at the Flight Officer, the boy said, "Move us into formation with the fleet."

Drawing his attention up to a display with the current outlay of forces, the droid clarified, "Bring us in behind Indefatigable. We'll cover their baffles."

Having given his orders, the droid fell silent as the ship's crew began carrying out the commands. Launching starfighters, adjusting course, and bringing the shield generators to standby.

It was the start to what would surely be a long day over Geonosis.

 

[Sannika Brynn]

Objective: B for Bomb
Location: Skies over the battlefield
Allies: [member="Khloe Sparrow"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Verd Skirata"]
Enemies: ACA ground forces, [member="Hion the Herglic"], [member="Triam Akovin"], [member="Raziel"], [member="Besh Prime"], [member="TD-18"], [member="Soliael Talith"]

Smoke rising from the battlefield crept up into the skies until hitting the tropopause, where the murky mists were dispersed and dissipated. Sannika's Nevermore, Lonely Bird, screamed over the warzone in all its ominous glory as she continued to tail Rogue Leader's bomber. A signal had come in near the main foundry sector where the fighting was apparently picking up, and the Rogues were called in for a bombing run to clear the mess. There had been mortar fire and anti-armor units spotted and causing quite the ruckus, which was what Rogue Three would make sure to silence.

Rolling a little to the port and veering off-course from her follow-the-leader route, Sannika, brought Lonely Bird to a lower altitude and set a run for the marked the targets just ahead, their guns ablaze as they tried to counter the Alliance artillery. "Peeling off and engaging the boomers, Lead." All was not looking so hot for the Rebel ground forces, but now that Rogue Squadron was here, the ACA would have some trouble of their own. "Lock 'n' load."

Reaching her left finger a little further up her control yoke, the tukian pilot pulled the release trigger and let the enemy artillery have it. A proton rocket was sent careening for the heavy guns as the Nevermore bomber pulled up and flashed on by, no time to take note of how much damage was caused as it went into a tight turn for a flyback. Whatever was left was most likely doomed, as Rogue Three was intent on protecting her friends below.