Breaking the Unions (ACA Invasion of Rebel Geonosis)

[General Mayhem]

Objective: 2 or B
Location: near the foundry
Allies: Many fellow droids mucking about, a few Sith, and glorious capitalism. [member="TD-18"] @pulse [member="Vulpesen"] @Darth Orcus
Enemies: Rebel Scum, Class Warfare





Mayhem was a general, but today, she was not leading the armies into assaults. Other generals had decided to take command. Mayhem, however, preferred to get her digits dirty the old-fashioned way--charging into battle alongside the more conspicuous allies and enemies. She set her sights upon the fight at plan, watching her organic compatriot gloat and bellow against the small, slender humanoid. She made a cheerful, almost chittering sound.


"My, that is quite the entertainment," she mused as she watched them duel. "I think I shall let you two play, Orcus. I should press on, unless you prefer my involvement..." she mused softly, raising her staff in the air, her alien frame silhouetted against the Geonosian sunset, dramatically pale alumasteel armor gleaming like bleached bone.



"Behold the Glory of battle, you pusillanimous sacks of meat and puerile fear! Allows us to demonstrate true power!" She hollered to no one in particular. She grinned--as much as an insectoid-modeled could form something resembling a grin--and charged.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Objective: B
Location: E Support Company - Sniper Platoon; one km from Foundry
Allies: ACA Employers, Alpha Company ([member="Hion the Herglic"], [member="Prime"], [member="Besh Prime"], @TD-18 etc.)
Enemies: Rebel Targets ([member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Khloe Sparrow"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Vulpesen"], [member="Corruck Kazen"], [member="Sannika Brynn"])

Suffice to say, Triam didn't think her second sniper team would report back on their findings of what their little friend was up to... besides, it seemed to be blatantly obvious to everyone in the ACA Companies that were present. Rockets firing in the air, were usually a sign of someone giving everyone a big "Kark you too" into the air. With a momentary half smirk, knowing how long she had to stay still to lock onto a target (ten seconds), she leveled her shot squarely at the targets unmoving chest.

Then she fired.

And so did the enemy sniper.

"Damn" Confident that she got the target (before mortar fire was apparently ordered down on her?), her sniper zoomed out in order to get a glimpse of where the rocket was headed.

"Kark." Completely disengaging her sniper rifle, she turned on her shield belt, designed for mining explosions. Shockwave, and heat energy would dissipate and be absorbed into the belt, though it offered little protection from any potential shrapnel. Triam though, was hoping that wouldn't be a problem. Standing up and jogging backwards, she lifted her dart shoot filled with proximity sensor explosives, and within the span of the one or two seconds more she had fire a full salvo at the incoming warhead. Each one exploded on approach, destroying the missile within 25 meters of the intended target.

Luckily, her helmet compensated for the brightness of the blasts and as they dissipated....

"Bombers..." She then started to communicate to HQ, as well as the soon to be affected companies. "Be informed, bombers en route for Companies Alpha and Beta. Request support from Fox Company Anti-Air Squadron immediately, over."

Turning off her shield, she had no idea what that would do, but being organic it "felt right", as opposed to Prime who gave the silent request for something to be done about them on a purely 'logical' basis. This was not to her knowledge however, but being the sniper she was, she had eyes everywhere, like the mythical Argus... and she was going to clusterkark this battle with advanced warning.

Suddenly, the other sniper team was requesting permission to fire at the speeder biker (Kloe), something she almost forgot about, and figured at this point compromised positions could be given away a little bit. So she approved the firing, and no sooner had she done so a red bolt went sailing towards the woman on the outskirts of the black smoke firing at droid groups with ion weaponry.

Triam picked up her sniper off the ground, and observed as mortar fire fell down on the position she last saw her probably neutralized target... when suddenly, enemy mortar fire was sent into the air.

This was quickly becoming a disadvantageous position. Her eyes scanned the horizon as bombs, and exploding shells were making their way through the geonosian planes and trenches and ridges and whatever else that contained ACA forces. Activating her Repulsorpack, she seemed to jump through the air on to the ground below, about one kilometer out from the front lines. Her little droids were out there somewhere, picking up surveillance on stuff that she couldn't see at the moment given that she was on the move. At this moment she was vulnerable, but she wasn't going to stay that way, oh no.

She saw what appeared to be a nice ditch in the ground, and although not ideal, probably better than where she was... considering a mortar round just fell on it. It was like an oversized fox hole, she realized as she dug into the position, and reengaged her sniper rifle. The battlefield was as expected: hellish.

There was smoke, there was blaster bolts zipping through the air, ion weapons, speeder bikes, bombers in the air, mortar fire all around. It was amazing that anything was still alive.

One remote was still surviving in the section she was last monitoring Patricia, so she would see whether or not that sniper problem even remained. The other ones gave visuals of the front lines, though nothing of note yet. In total, she still had seven extra eyes on the battlefield. She searched for a new target, as well as the remaining seven sniper teams (although one of them had a possibly compromised position after firing at the speeder bike girl). There were so many targets, but she had to make she chose the tactfully, and executed them appropriately.

Triam waited for an opportunity to present itself as the battle picked up.

 

[Verd Skirata]

Objective: 2 take out droids and ACA
Allies: Rogue squadron [member="Juwiela Melec"] | [member="Sannika Brynn"]

Verd had managed to enter the battlefield area just in time to recieve orders to break off and assist wherever possible. Pulling back on the throttle to better achieve bombing run speeds, he quickly found a platoon of droids, and just behind the platoon was a walker of some sort. He fired two torpedoes into the middle of the platoon which he hoped would take out about 75% of the droids he had seen and launched one for the walker, though he wasn't able to tell what damage he had dealt. He qickly scanned the battlefield in front of him for another big target, or where it looked like the alliance troops were going to get run over, and armed three more torpedoes to replace the three he had launched.

Torpedo count: 18 15

 

[Marek Starchaser]

Objective: Chase the Politician
Location: En Route to Crypt
Allies: Hard working folk like [member="Phade"] and [member="Ahra Martrey"]
Enemies: Communism.

She was working her way over to her team. She knew the face of this Mr. Anderson, well, only from the holo, but they needed to get to him. She didn’t want to miss the entry and started stepping lively. Molly would have to ask [member="Raziel"] for a bit of assistance in developing a stealth field for her KO suit. Her scanner was showing that Phade wasn’t far off and she kept up the pace, especially hearing that the drone was out of the way.

Approaching her fellow Knight, she needed a few moments to catch her breath, then she spoke. “Flashbangs? I’ve got some.” And a rifle, and a lightsaber. She was… sort of prepared, but the girl liked to travel light. Take a thief into battle? This was the mission for it.

 

[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"]
Music:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=dNVeHMwSZdU

Patricia lowered her rocket in front of her and smiled that she had blown the sniper team into bit, but then that's when it hit her. The sniper's bullet hit her scrap maker that was centered on her chest, it took the brunt of the hit and it barely passed through and slammed into Patricia's pistol and then strong phrik chest plate. It was enough to crack the armor and break a rib, maybe even a bit of internal bleeding. The woman slammed backwards and flew a good five feet before landing on her back. The shock came over her and she began to gasp for air like a fish out of water, choking on air as nothing came to her lungs. Her eyes were wide and she lost thought of where she was for a moment. Coughing now she took a deep breath and looked up to see a very horrific sight. Incoming mortars, that was not good. She had to do something, but she just couldn't move.

She thought for a second as lungs filled her air again. She though of her husband Jarven and the way he treated her like a princess, she thought of their little baby boy Kincaid and her daughter Erika. She thought about how much she loved them, and how she would never see them again. And then that's when it hit her.

No

This was not her time, this was not her place to die, and this damn rock formation was not going to be her fucking tomb. Reaching to her belt she grabbed two grenades, a particle shield grenade and a ray shield grenade. Pressing the buttons on them the two domes of energy flickered on above her and the domes of light protected her and the rifle as the fire rained down upon her.

There was nothing but a blanket of thick black smoke from the Mesa, like that of a tire fire where all you could do was watch it burn. Patricia had to keep moving, for Jarven and for her babies. Reaching up slowly she began to stagger as she grabbed her rifle, the thick blanket of smoke covering her from visual drones and sensors. Taking her rifle in hand she thumped down and could see her target, the drone above still providing a highlight on her position. The augmented visor still working provided where she needed to aim to hit the shot. Laying prone through the smoke Patricia used her Exo suit's mechanical muscles to steady her rifle until the shot was absolutely perfect. Everything ached, but she had to keep fighting.

"You're mine queen." Patricia said and pulled the trigger through the black smoke of the remnants of incendiary mortar rounds. There was a loud boom and the shot was fired right at the woman.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

(OOC: Reactionary post to sniper fire, only Patricia is tagged to keep from over flooded other people with tags that don't pertain to them.)

Objective: B
Location: E Support Company - Sniper Platoon; one km from Foundry
Allies: ACA Employers, Alpha Company/Beta Company ( etc.)
Enemies: Rebel Target ([member="Patricia Susan Garter"])

As she resumed observing her remotes, it became obvious, that she struck her target alright, and mortar fire came down, but she just wouldn't quit. Triam though didn't have enough time to smirk and admire her relentlessness that very much mirrored her own.

"Chit!" The round went off only a kilometer away, and Triam only had enough advanced warning to raise her arm in the air and bring her head down. Effortlessly like butter, the Tungsten Rod passed through the metallic prosthetic easily, puncturing through the Ultrachrome segments and tearing up the mechanical limb inside into hundreds of exploded pieces. The rod then continued moving, and destroyed her repulsor pack, causing a small explosion on Triam's back. The rod continued on to explode some stone towards the bottom of the ditch, causing debris to fall on top of Triam.

She let out a sharp scream out of fear of just being killed, but a half second later, the sharp pain in her arm was gone since any pain sensors were either totally destroyed or overloaded with data that they shut down. The rush of adrenaline in her system though, was able to ignore the pains she felt in her back, instead her mind focusing on the phantom pains that took over where her prosthetic limb had just been a moment ago.

Heavily breathing, Triam laid down in the dust in a daze, before processing what had happened. After acknowledging what happened, she took inventory: Armor, Pistols, Belts, Dart shooter, Chest laser, Grappling glove, Sniper, Remotes... This allowed her to return her concentration to the remote that allowed her the advanced warning. She may be down an arm, down the ease of mobility offered by a repulsor pack, and bogged down now by back pains, but she was still a capable warrior.

It would be difficult continuing on the fight with only one arm however, but this did not stop her. This was just another example of how having a prosthetic arm, was a life saver in emergency situations. Using her discreet remote controls deeper in her cover (having shuffled downward out of sight of the battlefield, giving off the appearance of having slumped away as a corpse), she manned the remote closest to Patricia.

"Sniper Team Four and Six... requesting assistance... at these coordinates, fire... on my mark..." She breathed heavily into her communicator, as her HUD displayed her remote's view screen. Sweat was universally coated all over her body.

Her remote then began to fire stun shots at Patricia, which was the signal for her snipers.

"Free fire, free fire." She commanded them to fire at Patricia from two different angles around her boulder cover, as her remote's light blaster unleashed four stun shots one after the other, followed by a lethal shot if it even got the chance to. The strategy was clear: stun the culprit, allow the snipers to shoot her up, allow the remote to finish the job just in case the droids failed.

 

[WelshPsych]

Objective: C
Allies: [member="Apoc"] | [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] | [member="Nagate Hei"] | [member="Solan Charr"]
Enemies: Bantha Fodder of ACA
Location: Quietly panicking at the East Entrance.

He heard the Twi'lek over the comms and gave a sigh of relief, two to twenty wasn't too bad. He thought there would be hundreds pouring in at each entrance, some huge number that would result in his surrender and or death. He grabbed his blaster pistol and saw Nagate go for his lightsaber, he shook his head firmly before he spoke in a clear manner.

"Use a ranged weapon first, there's only a few soldiers and your lightsaber is going to have you commit to being up close. We don't know if they have masters of the Force or like us, just apprentices. Ranged weapon will also stop them trying to rush us. Now I've got the main entrance, Chiasa's there at the East entrance, I think and we got the third entrance covered by the trip mine." He licked his lips slowly as he tightened his grip on his pistol, trying not to hold his breath as he pressed himself against a small boulder.

"Check our politican is safe and in cover, can't have him running around when the fighting starts. You need to help calm the man. We probably have this." He sighed as he did a silent prayer to the Force as he dragged himself to focus on the entrance, turning the safety off. He felt the blaster ready for action as he swallowed repeatedly hard.

 

[Ayden Cater]

Objective: A
Location: En Route to Geonosis
Allies: ACA, [member="Irys Arist'lar"]
Enemies: Rebels, [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="BB-4001A"]

"Reversion in ninety seconds!"

The bridge was surprisingly quiet in spite of the coming battle. There weren't any last minute preparations to make, no sensor data to double-check. They had already gotten that cleared away. All that was left was to drop out of hyperspace and engage the enemy. No one had jitters, no one was nervous. They had years of training. Many of the senior had seen actual battles. What was to fear?

The local space warped and bent before three ships slipped out of hyperspace in a wave of pseudo-motion. Their appearance had to be a surprise, to both sides. When the Corporate Authority contacted the unknown paramilitary group known as the Ghosts of Corellia, they must have expected that their reinforcements would be in the form of a dozen or two corvettes, perhaps a cruiser or two. Instead, they got three ships. But these weren't run-down cruisers or battered frigates. The lead ship was monstrous, standing equal to the Avenger and Gunray vessels on the field. Flanking it were two heavy cruisers, their forms not familiar to any on the field. However, the lead ship's for was most certainly recognizable. It was a silhouette that the Authority commander, Irys Arist'lar, had to be very familiar with.

At the same time that a message was relayed from the Corporate Authority's higher ups that their relief force was supposed to be arriving any second, there stood an Antilles-class Star Defender.

It was the first ship to open fire of the battle group, twin bursts erupting from its bow as it fired its spinal hypervelocity cannons. The escorts opened fire soon after. Each had multiple flashes ripple across their bow, some larger than others. Each burst was deceptive, as the cannons did not fire a single round but three in rapid succession.

What was perhaps surprising was that their opening salvo was targetting not on the Abrion forces, but focused fire on the Rebel flagship. Secondary batteries opened fire soon after, cobalt turbolaser fire mixing with icy blue ion cannon blasts targeting the three Venator silhouettes. Energy torpedo projectors glowed in anger and lanced out at any target unwary or stationary. Their incredible speed, a fifth the speed of light, would significantly reduce the time for any ship to avoid the surprise attack. Perhaps some could avoid the opening volley of the Abrion's sudden reinforcements, but that left the question of planet's fate in the air. Caught between the planet and the enemy, anything that missed a Rebel ship ran the risk of hitting something on the surface.

Several squadrons launched from the Antilles-class, but kept in formation around the ship. Any enemy fighter that attempted to make a run on the Ghost ships would find themselves in a gauntlet of anti-starfighter fire. First encountered would be literal walls of flak fire from all three ships as their flak cannons tracked the enemy's incoming force. If any were foolish or lucky enough to close in beyond that deathfield, they would be assaulted by dozens of quad laser cannons.

After the initial volley, all the three ships would move to close alongside the Abrion fleet. A com request was sent to the Abrion flagship. On the other end was a man in his forties, shaven head and piercing blue eyes. "ANS Majesty, this is the GCS Nine Hells. We are here as your reinforcements." There, along the hull where one could have found a Protectorate emblem painted on the ships was instead a different pattern; two cracked halves of a planet held together by the length of a sword.

Fleet

Spoiler

1x Antilles-class Star Defender
GCS Nine Hells

2x Noble-class Star Defenders
GCS Say My Name
GCS Eminent Domain

1x ???

Total Length: < 4,000 meters

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

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

The reason few Jedi had paid attention to Torrevaso was because, like Orcus, they did not deem him worth attention. Orcus felt he'd yet to be proven wrong.

The Sith Lord cut off the bellow as Torrevaso leaped into the air. With nary a breath of effort did he swing up his mighty aegis and crouch beneath its unyielding eave. The lanced tendrils struck futilely 'gainst the chitinous hide of Orcus' shield.

Then did the great Lord issue a throaty, rumbling laugh that shook the soil.

"Come then, little man. Prove your worth."

 

[Arage Bao]

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

There was nothing to warn them, not a whisper, not the sound of the wind cascading of the walls, not even the familiarity of boots landing on the floor. For all intents and purposes the Lord of the Fringe was a ghost between the living, any signs of life were cloaked and hidden away in the undercurrents of that which some called the Force.

It was the strength of the Current that allowed him to move silently, swiftly and above all without detection around all the enemies present on this day. Truth to be told he didn’t have much to say about the Abrion Presence here, they weren’t known to him; new people he had never met.

But Starchaser was known to him and he still considered him a brother, it was only for that man and the interests of the old Hegemony that he stood (or rather flowed) here today.

He was here to find someone… or rather something.

 

[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"], [member="Jared Ovmar"]

While the Twi'lek couldn't detect anyone using the White Current despite paying attention specifically for that sort of thing, because she was not completely force dead, she did feel the massive amounts of power expenditure it took for someone to just appear on a planet from nowhere, particularly when it was in her vicinity. That sort of ridiculous flashy force power took an ungodly amount of power, and probably the person ought to be tired out by it regardless of how great they were, but they probably weren't because force-users yo.

"Deh'i, birjala!"

She snapped into the comm unit, reverting to Ryl in her distress.

"Someone is here. A very strong force user. I don't know where. I don't have that kind of precision. Close."

Lips peeled back from sharpened teeth in a silent snarl, she gripped the Outlaw tighter. She did not want to do this, did not want to be here. An unseen force threat somewhere nearby. Outside? Already within?. Another, likely physical force coming from without. Couldn't run, nothing to fight yet. What to do? No point chasing the force-user, she really couldn't tell where they were. She had to guard the entrances. Trust that the Rebels were doing their jobs. The mines and bombs they'd planted would have been a comfort to her if she'd known about them. A dead target was no use to the ACA. They'd have to bring him out alive. If the force-user got past the defences, and those waiting, they'd still have to get past her on their way out.

She would hold.

"Stay sharp."

 

[Raziel]

Objective: B
Location: HQ Company
Allies: [member="Prime"] [member="Besh Prime"]
Enemies: [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Sannika Brynn"]


Explosions ran along the lines of Abrion forces, silencing the mortar teams. However, any aircraft would not be coming within the defensive sphere of the attacking force again without suffering the consequences.

The F5 Buckler was the pinnacle of abrion engineering in air defence. Each of the deployed units launched sensor drones, and synchronised their signals to get full locks on any aircraft within many kilometres of the abrion ground force. As the aircraft came within range, they each fired a pair of guided missiles at their targets.

As the vessels completed their bombing run, the Bucklers would then lock on and use their composite lasers to fire on the craft. Direct energy based attacks that would not be distracted by any flares or chaff.

This wasn’t all. Every single War Bug in the force, and there were many, carried PLX-1 missile launchers. Whilst not designed to engage air-craft, they were capable of doing so. Another volley of ground to air missiles would dog any fighters or bombers. Lighter, more nimble fighters, would likely avoid any of these. However, heavy bombers would be particularly vulnerable.

As well as this, the renowned Confederate Proton Canon, whilst typically an artillery piece that could engage both ground and capital ships in atmo, was https://youtu.be/bO5-5xCJEjk?t=1m36s]capable of being used to devastating effect against air vehicles.[/url]. Great explosions would dump phenomenal amounts of energy and flak into the atmosphere as any fighters approached, as detected by the bucklers.

And finally, several of the hunter-killer drones, loaded out for air-to-air operations would give chase. Highly manoeuvrable in atmospheric conditions, they would be tricky to shake off.

In short, the Abrion force had expected, and covered its bases in this regard. This was an advanced, and mixed-economy fighting force from a notion that was backed by the greatest companies in the galaxy, and having been in war for decades. The rebels might need a more novel technique to neutralise their air defences.

Spoiler

HQ Company Raziel
Assaulting enemy lines directly:

• Droid A Company (96 Clankers, MTAT) [member="Prime"] [Hit by air attack]
• Droid B Company (64 Clankers, 16 Super Clankers, MTAT) [member="Besh Prime"]
• Support E Company
  Sniper Platoon (8x2 teams)
• Anti-tank Platoon (8 "War Bug" Sapper Droid with anti-tank weapons)
• Mortar Platoon (8x4 War Bugs) [mostly dead]
• Anti-air Squadron (1 F5 Buckler)

Advancing on Rebel Right Flank

• See [member="TD-18"] post

Reserve

• Droid A Company (32 Clankers)
• Droid B Company (32 Clankers)
• Fast Attack D Company
  Aerial Platoon (32 Baron)
• Recon Platoon (2x9 Hailfire)

[*]Support E Company

• Anti-tank Platoon (16 "War Bug" Sapper Droid with anti-tank weapons)
• Proton Cannon Squadron (3)

[*]Armour F Company

• Skocha Tank Squadron (6)
• Anti-air Squadron (2 F5 Buckler)
• Light mech Squadron (12 'Shredder' Light Mech)

[*]Air Support

• Hunter-Killer Drones (18)
• LAAT/D 1

ACA Right Flank (Rebel Left)

• Armour F Company
  Skocha Tank Squadron (6)

[*]Air Support

• S90 2

 

[Prime]

Objective: The one he's supposed to be on, eliminating the Rebels
Location: Outside Foundry
Allies: Pay-to-Play Users
Enemies: Free-to-Play Users

Prime's main directive was to not watch Cetacean wreck the Fox Man.

Prime's main directive was to eliminate Rebels.

Preparing to transmit the next data burst to the units, which were capable of thinking for themselves, registering an attack inbound and responding, however some runtimes were slower than others. These did not get out of the way from the bombing strike by the pansy flyboys quick enough. Prime turned its Ripper on the sky and fired several shots at the enemy fighters before moving out of the way from the shockwave of the bombs. Turning to the Foundry, the unit began firing on the front door of the building, looking for targets and denoting them of importance to the droid platoons. Anything that moved, was to be shot.

Anything that did not register having a credit to its name was shot again.

And skinned.

Obnoxiously stupid virus.

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

[SIZE=11.5pt]Fleet[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]

Spoiler

[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]Gunray Class http://starwarsrp.net/topic/23312-gunray-class-star-destroyer/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]ANS Majesty [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]Tambor Class [member="Chaos Maxtor"] http://starwarsrp.net/topic/28218-tambor-class-star-destroyer/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]ANS Bruiser [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]Contention Class http://starwarsrp.net/topic/33899-contention-class-heavy-cruiser/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]ANS Devastator[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]ANS Much Improved Aim[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]Maladi Class http://starwarsrp.net/topic/51935-the-maladi-class-strike-frigate/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]ANS Blaze[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]Sev’rance Class http://starwarsrp.net/topic/28158-sevrance-class-light-carrier/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]ANS Direct Approach[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]ANS Scream[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]ANS Lancer[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]Dirk Class http://starwarsrp.net/topic/42899-dirk-class-escort-frigate/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]ANS Indignation[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]ANS Don't Shoot[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]Sickle Class http://starwarsrp.net/topic/34492-sickle-class-heavy-frigate/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]ANS Peace Wagon[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11.5pt]

[/SIZE]

Objective: B
Location: Fleet moving to engage
Allies: [member="Ayden Cater"] …wait what?
Enemies: [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Krasnaya Xue"] [member="DasGeneral"]

“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?”

There was a deathly silence on the bridge of the Majesty. The kind of silence that was almost tangible in its completeness.

“What…did you just say?” Irys called. A small crackling noise punctuated the silence. There was a moment before a brave ensign spoke up.

“Ghosts of Corellia Ma’am. Ayden Ca…”

His reply was stopped short by the sound of Irys’ datapad finally giving up under the pressure of her grip. The screen shattered into a thousand pieces which tinkled as they rolled across the deck. A maintenance droid moved forward and started to sweep, until Irys back-handed it with the remains of the device.

“I will not be held hostage to the whims of that egotistical, bullpoodoo-pedalling….gasbag!”

“Ma’am…” Captain Wist’lon said as a warning.

Irys took a moment to compose herself, smoothing down her uniform as she returned to her chair. The usual hubbub resumed. “Signal the rebel fleet. We do not recognise the Alliance Senate and will not leave.”

“All our ground forces are fully engaged Ma’am.”

“Well then, it’s time to mop up,” she said.

“All hands!”

“Maintain formations and advance, lock all long range weapons on Brian*!”

The ACA fleet advanced, keeping its original formation. The burst of cronau radiation heralded the arrival of their reinforcements.

"ANS Majesty, this is the GCS Nine Hells. We are here as your reinforcements."

Irys ground her teeth as the voice was played across the comms. “Welcome them, and get them patched into our battle network and get it secured. Right, I want a squadron of droid fighters and bombers to move on a high arc to threaten circling their main force and hitting those retreating frigates, see if they can pull off some of their fighter escort. Open fire.”

The Abrion force had a reasonable complement of long range firepower, but their doctrine revolved around long range supressing and close up broadsides of overwhelming firepower. The Gunray, Tambor, Contentions and Maladi opened the ACA account with a powerful salvo at the Mothma class vessel. The Maladi’s ten heavy quad turrets were ferocious, and bright blasts lanced across the air towards the enemy.

*Mothma-class

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Objective: Bravo
Allies: Rebel Forces at Bravo
Enemies: [member="Hion the Herglic"] and his cronies [member="TD-18"] (I think) [member="Besh Prime"] [member="Chloe Van-Derveld"]'



Preliat waited. He waited just a little bit longer, before he pulled the trigger. Droids, droids. They were sending droids. Preliat was an artisan of war, he had been conducting warfare like a symphony for the better part of ten years. He had overcome each kind of danger and horror imaginable, and the droids and the ACA were no different. He didn't like the confederacy, especially since the Dreadguard debacle not too long ago. As he began to drop droids like flies with a fly swatter, there was a whistle. A sharp, howling whistle. Artillery. He screamed for the rebels to get down. How he wished he brought Mandalorians with him- the rebels would feel the inspiration like a wave on a beach, or some other analogy or metaphor that escaped Preliat. Aditya was better at those sort of wordplay. He was better at gunplay.


As the world exploded around him, Preliat thought back as he dashed for cover, shells impacting the rebel lines. He thought of people he left behind. How people were affected by his choices. Silas, the brother he left behind- wrongly. Triam- the friend and only other person that he could maybe have fallen in love with, whom he left behind and pushed away every chance she stuck her hand out for him. Then, it happened. He felt the impact behind him, and closed his eyes behind his helmet. The concussive force sent him forward, and his helmet isolated the audio around him, protecting his eardrums. For a moment, everything was silent. He rolled along the ground, but barely felt it. He wasn't high enough, and it wasn't a large enough shell, to shake the wolf- especially due to the fact he was wearing Beskar'kandar.


He stood up, amongst the bolts, ripper rounds, and shelling. And he reached down, and picked up his rifle. He turned, went prone, and went to unleash hell. Droids fell victim to the sheer power of his M45 rifle, especially the ones firing at the door, before seeing something really, really, weird. [member="General Mayhem"] had chosen to wear the brightest, most obnoxious armor to a desert planet. He trained his sights on her, with ten years of shooting experience behind it, and fired- dead center. Center mass was the more viable target, upper center mass moreso. However, he didn't really get a good read for what it was at the range he was at, so he didn't know the exact vulnerability. At best, he put it down. At worst, he pissed it off. However, it'd been a long while before Preliat had had a real, brutal fight.

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: C
Location: C
Enemies: Ravens, Rebels [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Apoc"] | [member="Nagate Hei"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
Allies: ACA [member="Molly Rieux"] | [member="Ahra Martrey"] | [member="Phade"] | [member="Sirella Valkner"]

There must be another powerful Force User in the scene, because Ovmar wasn’t even near the tunnels yet. Whilst most of the ACA forces were probably either engaged or were about to engage enemy forces, Jared was still cloaked widely outside the tunnels, on a hilltop to be exact.

A hilltop that currently afforded a clean-view of where he would have to go. Yet the Lord of the Fringe did not move yet, his position and presence were safe for now, and he simply waited.

For what?

A good question.

It would be made clear soon enough.

 

[Wan Min Brightsky]

Objective: B
Location: Fleet moving to engage
Allies: Juwiela Melechttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5419-juwiela-melec/ Krasnaya Xue Irys Arist'lar Thane Drexel
Enemies: [member="Irys Arist'lar"] [member="Ayden Cater"]

Admiral Brightsky quickly moved to the tactical station as she watched the new enemy fleet drop out of hyperspace and open fire.

"Report?" She bellowed as the fleet began its maneuvering.

"Three unknown contacts just dropped out of hyperspace and opened fire on us ma'am. Sensor echoes read positive for...Omega Protectorate vessels"

At that, Wan Min immediately ran over to the sensor station to look at the readouts.

"Omega Protectorate? What the karking sith-spawned hells are they doing here?" Min exclaimed.

"I'd assume they are the ACA's allies or mercenaries, come to rescue them..."

Min couldn't believe her eyes. As far as she knew the Omega Protectorate had been nothing but supportive of the Rebel Alliance in their actions against the Albion Systems Authority. The ship rocked as one of the hypervelocity rounds impacted the shields. The other rounds continued on past the Indefatigable as it and its escorts continued their evasive actions.

"Ma'am. We have minor damage on the Skywalker and the Mothma thanks to those new shield grids. The other shots are continuing onto the surface. I'll notify ground commanders to take notice."

Min gave a terse nod and quickly walked over to the tactical read-out. She watched as the Omega Protectorate ships took up defensive formation alongside the ACA vessels and began launching fighters. The enemy ships began their long range fire on the Mothma, condensing themselves down underneath a protective screen of constantly shifting drone fighters. Above, squadrons of bombers appeared to begin a long approach.

"Lieutenant, contact the Mothma and have them begin evasive maneuvers as expected. Indefatigable, Skywalker, and Mothma are to begin long-range Hypervelocity fire directly into the center of that fleet, target the Tambor and Gunray class vessels. I don't care if we're hitting fighters along with it, just keep the fire concentrated center at their capitals. Heavy turbolasers and heavy warhead launchers target enemy capital ships, give me two warhead volleys and two turbolaser volleys on that Antilles Class that just dropped in and formed up. Mark targets Alpha through Charlie capitals as priority one. Let the enemy bombers approach, our combat air patrol will deal with them. They're droid bombers anyways. Once the Omega bombers begin their approach, sweep them out of my skies."

Admiral Brightsky watched as the fleet began its long range fire on the corporatists and their mercenary allies. She glanced over her shoulder at the comm station.

"Lieutenant, remember to tell the fleet to continue to maneuver as they fire. Keep distance between us and them as much as possible. Keep us in staggered formation, overlapping AA fire grids. Keep the bombers and fighter-bombers on hot stand-by, and make sure our fighters are locked into Combat Air Patrols. They're going to focus on the Mothma as much as possible, so be sure to tell Admiral Xue to keep her ship and her escorts moving. Those task force formations need to be as tight as possible if we're going to maintain overlapping AA fire. Keep the Solo Class carrier Enterprise slightly behind our formation with AA guns and bombers on hot stand-by."

 

[Sirella Valkner]

Objective: C
Location: C
Enemies: Ravens, Rebels [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Apoc"] | [member="Nagate Hei"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]
Allies: ACA [member="Molly Rieux"] | [member="Ahra Martrey"] | [member="Phade"] | [member="Jared Ovmar"]

Sirella Valkner had all but vanished from the galaxy after the fall of the Sith Empire. Formerly she was the overseer of the Tion sector and still maintained contacts there. [member="Jared Ovmar"] was one such contact and requested her return to where she once operated. Geonosis was a dirty world.

Cloaked in the force and invisible to senses she sat next to Jared. The man was a broken piece on a larger board that may require support and so there she was. Sirella sat down next to the man increasing her spell of concealment to cover the two of them.

The hilltop was a dusty little thing, wisps of wind sending dust and debris across the barrel landscape. Sirella wanted to plant a garden, to throw her seeds into the air and watch them grow. But that wouldn’t really be practical would it? It wasn’t like a small forest cropping up wouldn’t send up alarm signals. No instead she would assist the meat.

 

[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="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"] [member="Verd Skirata"] [member="DasGeneral"]
Directly engaging with: [member="Eugene Leopold"] (Slicer battle!)

Current slicing objective:
Slice into the Foundry’s main computer network
Completion: [][][][][][] 50%

The Chiss' blue-skinned fingers deftly moved over the keys with the precision of a brilliant computing expert. In a few moments, a blue notification flashed annoyingly in his peripheral vision. His blue lips curved into a frown. Someone had detected his presence in the Foundry’s network safeguards. Fething hell. The ACA's Jackal program should have protected his intrusions from all but the most experienced slicers. Only a slicer of his caliber could root out the subtleties in code in the complex packets of data logs and readouts, subtleties that would alert a system to Jackal’s infiltration. What elite slicer did he know with Rebel ties?

Eugene Leopold! That chucklehead that kept spilling all of Bane’s dirty laundry all over the Holonet. He could almost smell the stale mixture of empty Fizzy Bip cans and desperation. Cryax’s fingers curled into fists at the thought of the Wookieeleaks founder. Glowing red eyes narrowed as he flicked on his Datalogger. With one finger, he typed out a text message to Leopold. He didn’t bother hiding his identity, just his location.

Receiving: Text message from Cryax Bane
To: Eugene Leopold

//Message incoming://

Wzzp NOOB,
just letting u
kno that i'm
coming 4U
<3 -CB

//End message//

The Chiss began to code something very special for his friend Leopold. Once he made the connection to the Foundry's network, his custom slicing software, Blue Phoenix, would take care of the rest. Then, he would send Leopold a little present, and that's when the fun would begin.

 

[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"]


Through the thick blackness of the smoke it was hard to see anything really, Patricia had to move though. She knew a counter attack was coming whether it be another mortar strike or snipers. And she knew in this fog it was useless to try and counter attack with the amount snipers that were trained on her position. So it was time to leave, as she began to pack up her things the woman looked over to her side as she was reaching for pack and spotted something breaking the smoke to her flank. That sent up immediate red flags and the woman didn't have time to do anything but act, instinct took over and Patricia tucked and rolled backwards reaching to her last ray shield grenade as she did. A stun bolt flew past her and the woman pressed the button on her device.

Throwing down the grenade in a matter of two seconds the shield snapped up and incoming red bolts of energy snapped and hissed off of it. Raising up her shooting hand with her remaining nine millimeter Czerka pistol loaded with bang slugs the woman blind fired into the smoke where she the stun bolt had came from, abs had no idea if she had hit the damn thing but she would hopefully shoo it off. But it was time to go, this Mesa was a death trap. Getting up Patricia's body ached with a mix of sharp pains and low aching throbs. Now on her two feet she proceeded into the shroud of the smoke to help conceal her better. Logging on her data pad the woman ordered her pilot drone from her shuttle to come pick her up.

Hiding back for a few moments the shuttle only had to run less than a mile in a starship so they were there in a minute or so. But it was going to be a hot pick up, the snipers were still out there. Using the Exo suit Patricia began to run letting the suit do the work for her damaged body. Hovering at the end of the Mesa pulling in hard Patricia ran through the smoke to it's position and jumped.

The feeling of flying was there for a moment but of course gravity was a queen and she started to sink as she neared the ship's ramp's ledge. The woman was not about to fall twenty five meters to her death however. With one strong robotic grip Patricia grabbed onto the ledge bending metal with a tweaking harsh sound. Dangling in mid air the woman heard a shot fired as she pulled herself up to the ramp, there was a hard burning sensation in her hand and she figured it must of been something like a piece of shrapnel or something along those lines. Pulling herself in the ramp closed behind her and Patricia took in a deep breath. Bringing her hand up to wipe her brow she noticed something.

When did I pick up a dead guy's hand?

And then she realized, that was her hand. A sniper had hit her as she was departing and a good half of her left hand from her index finger to her thumb was blown off. That's when the pain hit her, the burning sensation of blaster scorched flesh was agonizing and the woman quickly grabbed a first aid kit to begin dressing the wound. Hot tears ran down her face as she cleaned it and began wrap it. She wasn't going to be doing too much fighting now. But she still had her right, and that was all she needed.

"Rebel command center." Patricia said calmly and the shuttle shifted directions. Whatever the hell was going on she needed to get these troops rolling yesterday.

The shuttle touched down and a wounded Patricia limped out to the foundry and command center of the rebel forces. Taking off her helmet her sweaty blonde hair tumbled out. The rebels it would seem were at a loss for this attack, but this wasn't Patricia's first rodeo. She had taken worse from the sith and kept fighting through it. But someone needed to start doing something.

"I'm in charge now bitches! This is a hostile take over so if you all want to live do as I say and say as I do!" there was a collective group of nods and Patricia walked over to the hollow table to start planning a war.

The infantry of about three hundred men were spread in a defensive line around the foundry, they were packing a pretty hearty arsenal and that would come into use later. They had six tanks on standby and eighteen artillery units that were located on the left and right sides behind the foundry so shots wouldn't be blocked by their facility. Sixteen snipers in the foundry that could start hammering targets and twenty five eweb guns placed through the line. The defensive emplacements themselves ran along about half a kilometer and fifty meters maybe a little less around the foundry for protection with a little bit of rock formations here or there as natural barriers. The artillery brought up the rear by the back of the facility and Patricia made sure that the squad of x wings would stay by them to cover them from any incoming air attacks. The artillery was what won battles, as long as they could hit the ACA and they couldn't hit them.

Patricia took in a deep breath, looked at her mutilated hand placed her datapad on the table. The drone above flew higher up and started to mark targets for the woman to give them their position. Not that it was hard or anything they were assaulting the front lines. The drone kept moving until it spotted a column of droids moving through a canyon, this wasn't good at all. They were trying to outflank them, Patricia would have to do something fast. Moving to the map she marked an estimated location of the advancing troops in the canyon and ordered the artillery to shoot ahead of them to either catch them as the moved forward and bury them under the rubble of shelling the canyon, or half their path by creating a blockade of rubble.

"Artillery squad alpha and bravo hit those fethers up front! Artillery Charlie! Hit the ones bringing up the right in that canyon, bury them! Bring up the ion guns from Chiasa and start ripping into the droids! Xwings split into two groups of six and hang back to cover the artillery! We need them alive and online!" Patricia said swiftly and continued

The ground units began to bring in the Ion cannons from the foundry, about seven of them total, nothing special but they could hex vehicles and droids down to scrap. They were quickly placed one every hundred or so meters to join the defense.

"Have the E webs focus on the infantry! Push them back now! Snipers and rocketeers focus fire on the MTATs! Patricia made her orders swift and precise and they were made so.

Cannons shifted and attacks were made. The heavy gun emplacements around the line were firing up at the droid units advancing on the facility. Artillery roared and began to open fire on incoming troops

Spoiler

Forces

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

TLR

•Artillery squads A and B are focusing fire on [member="Besh Prime"] and [member="Prime"]

•Artillery group C is firing on the canyon [member="TD-18"] is moving in. (Exact location is unknown and will more than likely end up in a miss but will more than likely cause rubble to impede until more set coordinates are found to adjust fire)

•E Web gun emplacements, ion cannons, anti tank snipers, rocket squad, are focusing fire on [member="Besh Prime"] and [member="Prime"] 's advancing forces

•300 (or roughly 285 factoring in casualties) militia guard are holding the line around the perimeter which is about 500 meters or half a kilometer.

•x wings are split into two groups of six to cover each artillery unit which are located to the flanks of the foundry roughly a kilometer behind the front lines.

•tanks are remaining behind the foundry as reserves

•Rouge squadron, Rebel Anarchist, shadow squads are controlled by their PC player

If there are any issues with my post please send me a polite PM and we can discuss it. As for other people doing ground operations please PM me and we can talk about how we want the battle to go to maximize story and awesomeness. We are not fleeters riding the drama llama so let's have fun with this