Breaking the Unions (ACA Invasion of Rebel Geonosis)

[Jake Cabur Tor]

objective: 3 guarding northwest entrance
Allies: Rebel Alliance, Red Ravens
Enemies, ACA, droid armies, sith

Jake had been sitting in the shadows of the entrence, meditating. He had his saber ready to use, and and also the force. He couldn't guard the more major entrances because he didn't yet have the experience the others of both factions have. Instead, he had been limited to the smaller of the three entrances and the more heavily booby trapped as well. showing that he wasn't as competant as others. He just had to show them that he could handle himself. Listening to the events that were happening the bombers, the fighting, any of the reports that were coming through the usual Alliance frequencies, he felt all of the death that was happening through the force. There was nothing pretty about war, but when you are fighting to protect innocents and civilians, it was worthwhile.

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

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

Irys knew that sound intimately. She’d heard it many times before during the many skirmishes and full on battles she had taken part in. The harsh rending of metal as even the gunray's resilient hull was put to the test. One of the hypervelocity rounds had pierced the shields of the Majesty. Common with the high velocity rounds to manage some damage before the shields were overloaded, but fortunately a round that had already started to disintegrate under its own energy from resistance from the shield was less of a threat than one whole.

“Damage report?” she called. Rather than reading anything out loud, a holo of the ship appeared before her. Abrion ships, the larger variety at least, were built with heavy hull plating rather than redundant shields. The angle of the Gunray’s hull and her heavy composition ensured that surface damage, and several lost weapon emplacements was the scale of the damage.

The Bruiser’s shields held from the initial volley. All the ACA vessels continued their return volleys on the Mothma class vessel. The Maladi’s phenomenal long range fire power added a significant punch to the Abrion fleet.

“Vessel Brian is attempting evasive action Ma’am,”

“How well?”

“Like a wallowing, kilometre long pig ma’am*”

“Continue barrage, intensify forward shields.”

The Abrion fleet continued its acceleration. Star Destroyers didn’t typically have a great deal of engines mounted on the nose, so unless the Rebel fleet decided to turn about and show her their arse, they’d be within normal weapons range before too long. The lone group of fighters and bombers carried on their wide arc, but overshot the mark by some distance. Keeping out of weapons range, they lingered menacingly a short distance from the Shield-class carriers behind the Rebel front lines.

“Incoming missiles!”

The bridge rocked slightly, even through the inertial dampers. Fortunately at this distance the escort vessels and swarm fighters had plenty of notice to attempt to pick off ordnance. The swarm of droid craft was accompanied by nearly seventy gunships, far more than the enemy was fielding. The Tikkes-class would be a genuine threat to the enemy frigates, whilst the Bolo-class could dispense with huge numbers of snubfighters if not approached carefully.

“Hold our own!” Captain Wist’lon commanded. “I want to see the whites of their eyes before we crack them open.”

“Tell our allies they’re on a good vector. If we come in at near ninety degrees to each other we can fire with abandon. Alert me to any more enemy course corrections. I want us on top of them, then the Contentions can do their work.”

OOC/ Fleet accelerating and returning fire. Still a little distance from normal weapons range.


*

Weaknesses
:

• Rigid maneuverability
• Minimal assault weapons

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective B
Location: Another unmarked space station above Geonosis
Allies: The Rebel Alliance
Enemies: Directly engaging [member="Cryax Bane"]

Little did Cryax Bane know, Eugene had already found out where the Chiss’s unmarked, unknown, secret space hidey hole was. He had sliced right into a nearby satellite's control systems and the satellite told him some strange pings were coming from space directly outside the upper atmosphere of Geonosis. And then by hacking into the satellite mainframe back on the planet’s surface he was able to trace back the pings to Cryax’s physical location. Plus Eugene had experience slicing side by side with the Chiss crime lord. He knew that like a serial killer returning to the scene of the crime, the Chiss crime lord had a thing for unmarked space stations in order to do his dirty work. It figures he would return to one again for this little foray against the Rebel Alliance.

Then he saw the messge from Bane, calling him a noob. Eugene raged around the room for a bit – how dare Bane insult him like that?!? But instead of typing out an angry, vitriolic reply, he grabbed his leather jacket and jumped into his personal freighter which resembled a Plug-F Mammoth Split-X pod racer engine (since he was a model pod racing enthusiast) and plugged the coordinates of Bane’s location into the ship’s console. He shot out of the hangar like a blaster bolt towards the aggravating crimelord.

Eugene wasn’t a violent man – in fact he wasn’t athletic or even remotely in shape. But after being taunted by Cryax for months, his Wookieeleaks harddrive completely wiped several times by the savvy slicer, he really wouldn't mind getting his hands around the Chiss’s slender, blue-skinned neck right now, along with half of the galaxy. And although Eugene knew he should radio the Rebel Alliance and give them Bane’s position, just for a little while he wanted to savor the fact that only he knew where the infamous hacker was and it would be Eugene Leopold who would finally take down the mighty Cryax Bane all by himself.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Objective: B
Location: E Support Company - Sniper Platoon; one km from Foundry
Allies: ACA Employers, Alpha/Bravo/Charlie Company ( etc.)
Enemies: Rebel Targets ([member="Patricia Susan Garter"]'s Bird Droid thing)

Triam watched her little probe fire away as that blasted shield went up, causing her snipers to fruitlessly fire upon her through the black smoke. Had she had her other arm, she might have slammed it into the dirt in frustration. Was she this irritating to others? Simply refusing to die? Well at least she hadn't killed anyone yet, to her knowledge. That was nice, though it was likely to change on a dime. Her little remote got caught in some blaster fire however and blew up. It wasn't expensive so it wasn't that big of a deal, although it did mean she only had six eyes left, that weren't her own or her sniper teams photoreceptors.

Since it seemed the threat was in retreat, Triam plugged in that as a victory, and decided now was probably a good time to get this injury taken care off. Grunting as she rolled to her side, super uncomfortable given the shrapnel that was grazing her undersuit after her repulsor pack exploded (along with raining rubble), she opened a pocket in her Bodo Baas Gun Belt, and pulled out a plasma torch.

Using her tools she began to remove the excess of what remained of her prosthetic. She didn't need it getting in the way, besides, she had an idea that involved another droids arm. Which is why she recalled one of her sniper teams set in reserve to fill in compromised positions to her position. It would take them a little while to get her on their two legs, but they'd make it eventually. This position was probably compromised, so moving would be ideal soon, although with the heavy hitting sniper out of the way she was safe at the moment. She came in with eight teams, and one team was destroyed, and three of them had been exposed. That left one team yet to fire, two other teams set into reserve, and one reserve team in transit to Triam's location for support.

Meanwhile, one of her sniper teams spotted out something interesting floating around in the sky.

It was a bird... like, a literally bird shaped object in the sky.

Geonosis was not known for its avian creatures, and what was more, it was metallic.

Surveillance drone, like a much much more advanced and superior version of her droid remotes out in the battlefield.

"Well I'll be, that's why I'm having so much trouble down here! Team two, I'm sending you some information. Proceed to engage the target, I want that bird taken down. Team six, prepare to pick up Team two's slack. Team four, keep watching that bird, and make sure the job is done. All teams proceed to find combat positions."

Her other remotes were approaching the front lines, and she could see plenty of targets available, but the tiny inconspicuous droids were still staying quite a distance away, not ready for engagement. After her sniper teams carried out their orders, she would put those droid remotes to good use, but for now her attention was elsewhere.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Objective: B
Location: Empty Hive Between Battle lines-Headed Towards Foundry
Allies: Aela Talith
Enemy: Whoever Gets In The Way

Aela didn't move for a time, she simply watched in silent fascination as the battle in front of her began to pan out. Soliael did not want to disturb his daughter, did not want to force her to go down into that fight. Yet he knew it was the only way off this planet. His own gaze had shot towards his left where in the distance he could see the smoking stacks of the foundry, a small frown settled on his face.

“Aela.” He caught his daughters attention, her bright orange eyes staring up at him. He squatted down so that he could look his daughter in the eyes. “Were going to have to go down there.”

For a moment the stoic little six year old said nothing, then she spoke.

“I know.”

An odd sort of pride swelled within him for a moment, the knowledge that his daughter was so willing to do what had be done, even with such overwhelming odds. It made a father proud. He smiled at her, then touched her nose with his index finger. “Is your mothers necklace on tight?”

The bright glowing jewel wrapped around Aelas neck gave an odd sort of glow for a moment, as if it was acknowledging that it was being spoke about. Soliael's daughter gave him a firm nod, touching the necklace as if to make sure it was still in place. The necklace of course was designed as a shield to keep Kira safe. It harnessed massive amounts of force energy and acted as a barrier against most attacks, specifically when charged up to maximum capacity as it was now. The former False God smiled, then grasped his daughters hand.

“Good.” His voice was warm. “It will keep you safe.”

Slowly, the two of them began to descend the hive, walking into a field of battle.

 

[Prime]

Objective: Bravo.
Location: Foundry
Allies: ACA Pay-to-Play Users, Droid Consensus, Geth, Cylons, Terminators, Bicentennial Man before he turned human, Replicants, RepliCANs, Chappie, Megatron, Unicron, Sometimes Starscream, Definitely Shockwave, VIKI, SIRI when she is being your obnoxious Navigator, HAL, and Furbies
As well as [member="Besh Prime"], [member="TD-18"], [member="General Mayhem"] and [member="Hion the Herglic"]
Enemies: Rebel Free-to-Play Users, Rebel virus, [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Air strike. Prime was not worried about getting bearings. Prime was a unique unit that had a very strong processing unit as well as central core and gyroscopic sensors. There was fire. Prime enjoyed fire, it bothered organics. Reconnecting to the droids nearby, it seemed his platoon had been taking damage. Ninety six droids down to seventy-five. Prime could deal with that. Surveying the damage to the area, there was shelling coming in from artillery strikes and the Cetacean was fighting the Fox. The other units were around.

Transmissions were being sent out. The first to the fleet and @Irys Arist’lar. This one read: “Requesting Droid Fighter Coverage at Foundry.” And was complete with a location and target counts.

Then the next was sent to [member="Besh Prime"] over the most secure SpyNet encryption that Prime could muster. “Advance.”

Simple. Prime pulled its sniper rifle from where it magnetized to the back of its frame. Advancing a team of six droids in the direction of the artillery and popping three more smoke grenades to muck up sensors, the Droid Commander ordered 12 units to create a wall against the EWebs and an additional 12 to begin opening fire on the EWeb units with their longer ranged weapons. Grenades would be thrown as well, thermal detonators, Prime is ready to kill.

 

[Ahra Martrey]

Objective: C
Location: Surface, at the Varjo (1.4 km from NW entrance, 2 from S main entrance, 2.1 from E entrance)
Allies: [member="Molly Rieux"], [member="Phade"], [member="Jared Ovmar"], [member="Sirella Valkner"], ACA
Enemies: [member="Nagate Hei"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Apoc"], [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], [member="Solan Charr"], Rebel Scum

"The birdie is down."

"All right, let's move!" Ahra dashed from the cover of the ship and towards Alec's dune. "Where's the speeder?"
"Just a moment..." A different dune a few feet away started shifting, sand falling from an opening garage. "Careful with it."
"Aren't I always?" Ahra pivoted and ran toward the dune, hopping onto and starting up the speeder. "Phade, Molly, I've got a ride. We're heading to the far entrance, so we won't want to be walking." We can fit three on here. Four might be a bit uncomfortable on the return, especially if one ends up unconscious, but I think we can manage. "Rachel, I want that scan on my HUD before we get there."
"Roger. Scanning now." Ahra took off toward Molly, since she was further away. "I agree Phade, flashbangs will be useful. Molly, heading to your location first. ETA ninety seconds. Be ready to hop on. Speed is key here - they'll assume we're heading toward the other two entrances first, but we don't want them to come back and catch us."

 

[WelshPsych]

Location: Hive Chamber
Objective: C
Allies: Rebel Alliance, [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Apoc"] | [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] | [member="Nagate Hei"]
Enemies: ASA.

His impatience grew as he watched the entrance, pulling his thoughts together. He knew what he had left as equipment but he could be creative with what he had, he just need less pressure for him to think. Pressure... Pressure... There was a clear lightbulb moment for Yuroic.

He dug out his pack several grenades and decided he could make makeshift pressure bombs with the thermal detonators. He adjust the timers on the bombs then at each enteance he dug a small hole and placed plate that would activate the thermal detonators. They were a bit noticeable but the enemy was moving in quickly and didn't take their time then they would cause some minor injuries, serious ones if fate was on the Rebel's side.

He avoid not setting off the trip mine as he continued to think on the matter, if someone could attack that strongly mentally then this moved from not too bad to serious this has gone karking bad. He pressed the comlink ensuring that only him and Chiasa were talking.

"I added pressure sensitive bombs, they were makeshift but as they are likely to work I recommend you be careful when falling back here." He added as he rubbed his forehead, his focus was starting to fade as the anxiety of waiting for the attack was increasing

 

[H3xle]

Objective: Bravo.

Location: Foundry
Allies: ACA, [member="Prime"], [member="TD-18"], [member="General Mayhem"] and [member="Hion the Herglic"]
Enemies: Rebels, [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Besh Prime's troops, already using cover as they advanced, took only limited damage from the assault. Even the best computer couldn't calculate everything on a battlefield, especially when biologic lifeforms were involved. Lots of rock and debris went into the air as the Rebel line lit up the advancing ACA troops. Three clankers fell to E-Web fire while another four fell to Ion cannons. Two super clankers fell to combined weapons fire as well, though by the second milisecond after the Rebels started firing all of Besh's droids were in cover and protected from the majority of the fire coming down on them.

At word from Prime, Besh had his twelve super clankers pop smoke grenades into the dwindling intervening space between the lines. When the smoe became thick enough Besh sent the signal to advance. The enemy fire slackened as they lost their targets in the smoke, and Besh's droids left cover and assaulted the Rebel line. The Rebel operators would find heavily armed droids among them, firing accurate fire through their lines. Several fragmentation grenades were popped at the three E-Web guns and two Ion cannons near them. Being emplaced weapons they were likely to be trashed, but Besh was already past and moving through the Rebel troops, killing someone most of his rounds fired. In the charge from cover and the fighting in the lines so far Besh lost one more super clanker and five more clankers.

(Droid Count: Clankers: 48, Super Clankers: 11)

(Writer Post Count: 9)

 

[Marek Starchaser]

Objective: Charlie
Location: Waiting for a ride
Allies: ACA, [member="Phade"], [member="Jared Ovmar"], [member="Sirella Valkner"] [member="Ahra Martrey"]
Enemies: Rebels

She heard the call about the bird being down, and the suggestion for grenades. Really, working with SpyNet, she figured they'd have Q-Branch and maybe a Goldeneye. That was when Ahra contacted her. She didn’t know the man well, but he was part of the Abrion Alliance, and for her, that’s all she needed..



“Roger…”

As the speeder approached, she started moving a bit quicker, movement fueled by the Force and adrenaline and would leap to the speeder.

Who is Fast and Furious now?

But, y’know, all this action was when her agent came near to her.

 

[Wan Min Brightsky]

Objective: B
Location: Rebel Alliance Fleet Maneuvers
Allies: Juwiela Melechttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5419-juwiela-melec/ Krasnaya Xue Thane Drexel
Enemies: Irys Arist'larhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5097-irys-aristlar/http://starwarsrp.net/user/5097-irys-aristlar/ Ayden Cater

Wan Min gripped the table as the Avenger Class continued its maneuvers alongside the rest of the Rebel Alliance fleet. The Mothma was taking a long range beating, but its shields were holding for the moment. She was proud of the actions of the fleet thus far, they'd managed to hold their own in their first engagement against the enemy and they had proven themselves above and beyond. In the face of heavy fire from a battle tested enemy, they'd held their own. Now it was time to give the enemy pause and make them question any lingering desire to go toe-to-toe with her and the Rebel Alliance. This was their moment, and the ACA and their Omega allies would never see what was coming next. She grimaced as she read over the tactical readouts of the Omega ships.

"Lieutenant, check that sensor echo. Is that Antilles Class what I think it is?" Min asked.

The Lieutenant manning the sensor station nodded his head.

"Ma'am, I believe that is the same Antilles Class that was involved in the Corellian Incident a few months back." The Lieutenant's answer did not warm hear heart in the least.

"That's Ayden Cater's ship then. He's a wanted war criminal on a dozen systems for dropping that station onto Corellia and killing millions. It was on the news for weeks afterwards, and that ship looks the exact same as the one that Cater used to drop that station. By the Force, we're facing a mass murderer..."

Min felt slightly nauseated at the thought of facing a man like that. If he was willing to kill millions on a whim, then the odds were good that he'd do what he could to try and win on Geonosis. If he didn't bat an eyelash at killing millions of his own Corellians, he wouldn't care about killing everything on Geonosis needed to win.

"Ma'am, the enemy fleet is splitting, 90 degree angle, it looks like the want to accelerate, pinch us between two fleets, and hit us at knife range."

She nodded her head at the Lieutenant's statement and looked back at the tactical read out. As far as she could tell, that was precisely what was happening. Classic fleet tactics.

"Alright, we know what to do. Give me the precise angles of attack on both fleets. I need precision here, not general numbers," Min ordered.

The sensor teams' fingers danced over the input displays, feeding precise gunnery targets into her tactical display. She kept a close eye on the shield readouts from all of the other ships as well. The Mothma was still taking fire from the ACA and their mercenary allies. The fire was intensifying and while they had speed, maneuverability was not their strong suit. They needed something and they needed it now.

Min read over the gunnery targets quickly. Her eyes got wide as she considered her options.

"I've got it! Lieutenant, contact the Mothma and the Skywalker. I want Magnapulse launchers on the ready. We've got to time this to the second! Get on encrypted communications, we're going to send off two timed volleys of absolutely everything, including heavy warheads, Hypervelocity Cannons, Turbolaser fire, and our trump card. The Magnapulse cluster bomb launchers will fire at the same time as our Hypervelocity Cannons and everything else to mask the approach. I want one cluster bomb detonated above their fighter cover to punch a hole, timed a few microseconds before the rest of our volley. The second and third Cluster Bombs aimed at targets Able and Baker inside the ACA fleet. Fourth Cluster Bomb at target Charlie in Mister Cater's fleet. Two cluster bombs per volley. Let's use the battering ram."

Min watched silently as the communications went out. This was timed down to the second. For the deception to work, they'd have to maintain continuous responsive fire while not appearing to be preparing for anything large. As the enemy fleet continued its approach, she knew that the ruse was working. Bring them in, let them divide their fleet, if they're separated they cannot maintain effective supporting fire. They turn one large threat into two slightly smaller ones.

"Alright everyone, on my command intensify forward firepower and prepare for the heavy volley...Fire!"

The Indefatigable rocked as they and the rest of the rebel fleet intensified fire. Every corvette, frigate, and capital ship opened up. They'd see it as a desperate move in the ACA. How little did they know.

"Wait for it...wait for it...Gunners! Give me our volley! Everything all at once!"

Across the Rebel Alliance fleet, automated timers went off for the gunnery stations, manned and automated. Inside the Mothma and the Skywalker, four Magnapulse Cluster Bombs were launched alongside Heavy Warheads, heavy long range turbolasers, Hypervelocity Cannons, and every other offensive weapon that the Rebel Alliance had in that fleet. The timed volley would nail them.

Min watched in slow motion as the two volleys went off, separated by mere moments. The Magnapulse cluster bombs went in right alongside the heavy warheads. Min knew that the OP had access to advanced targeting sensors, but as far as she or anyone else knew they would not be able to differentiate. The volley screamed in, seconds stretched out as she held her breath, waiting to see what was to come next. The cluster bombs separated at 15 meters just as the warheads and turbolaser shots screamed in and spread out in a wide dispersal pattern.

In the fighter swarm above and the fleets below, the warheads and their conventional partners were primed for detonation.

 

[Krasnaya Xue]

Objective: Armada
Location: Spaaaaaaaace!
Allies: [member="Wan Min Brightsky"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="BB-4001A"]
Enemies: [member="Irys Arist'lar"], [member="Ayden Cater"]

Three more ships flashed into near-orbit of the sandstone world, their boxy hulks a lot more reminiscent of the Omega Protectorate capital frames than the usual angular destroyer profiles of the rest of the nations. The IFF pings were only neutral for the briefest of seconds. Without even taking much time to set target on the rather incoherent scope profiles of the carbonite-encased Rebel destroyers from such a range, the heavies opened fire into the general vicinity of the Mothma and Xue's Skywalker, a couple shots threatening each. There was a soft rumble felt against the soles of the Red Fleet admiral's boots as one of the huge projectiles impacted on the matte-black deck of Skywalker, crunching a pair of turbolaser guns and pitting the carbonite. "Damage report!" she called out.

"Dorsal hull suffered some denting, and a few turbos were lost," the lieutenant responded. This was in turn relayed to Indefatigable, as well as a similar report from Mothma.

"That was a quick shot from hyperspace exit. Next salvo will likely be more accurate," Krasnaya observed, but noting the schematics for the incoming Protectorate vessels. "They're set for attacking us, for certain. No wavering against the Corporate fleets. This is coordinated." Chief Brightsky seemed to have deduced this as well, for new fleet-wide orders were immediately brought in. All attack guns. All of them. There was more, however, and Admiral Xue would have her hand in some of the patterns.

A distinct rattle shimmied the command bridge in unison with the firing of dozens and dozens of cannons, all ammunition darting into the combined forces of the corporate nationalists and the elective monarchy. Although this small handful of Protectorate ships were actually the remnant of a quite insidious ex-dictator and exarch of the lost world of Corellia.

After the silent--but brilliant--salvo of various weapons had concluded, Krasnaya sent a line to the nearby destroyer. "Captain Tethirtifor of the Mothma--initiate your attack run now. Engage with B-Alpha." The specialized vessel began its run for the underside of the flagship's bow.

As soon as Mothma got its seven-klick start, Skywalker rolled and began its approach well above the dorsal bow of Nine Hells. The crew of the latter ship might be paying a visit to the very ninth level very soon. It would be impossible for a hulk like that to divert course before the Rebel ships passed. A pair of the medical frigates came in behind the heavy destroyer's engines.

Krasnaya hummed a little tune she had learned back on Bespin--a rhythmic melody paced to the sounds of the pistons and pneumatic machines she had grown up around while floating above the gaseous orb.

Spoiler: Fleet

x1 Avenger-class Star Defender - Indefatigable
x1 Skywalker-class Star Destroyer - Skywalker
x1 Mothma-class Star Destroyer - Mothma
x1 Solo-class Carrier - Solo
x5 Dorin-class Assault Corvette
x4 CR90 Corellian Corvette
x4 CR92a Assassin-class Corvette
x3 Vinnath-class Pocket Carrier
x5 Shield-class Medical Frigate - Redemption + 4
x3 Raider-class Corvette

 

[Silas Mantis]

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

It had been years. Years since Silas had last seen his brother or any sort of family, nut unlike the last time, lack of trying had been exactly the reason. Time in hell followed by lackluster stint as a freelance mercenary had eaten up his time until he'd caught wind on the pending invasion. And who was fighting in it.

From behind Preliat an M45 cracked several times in quick succession, each bolt neatly dropping a soldier-droid of the ACA. The six years hadn't hurt his aim, that was for damned sure. Squeezing off a few more quick blasts he put down several other droids before opening up what was hopefully still an active COM line to Preliat and keyed in a simple text transmission.

On your six

The ACA didn't make use of M45s as far as he knew, and Silas was confident his brother could distinguish the firing sound of the weapon he himself had designed, so the late transmission was harmless in his eyes. Moving through the rebel lines Silas couldn't help but notice the brightly colored enemy, even as an explosion knocked him to the side. Apparently dressing like you were going to war was frowned upon in other cultures, weirdos.

Shredding several more droids the younger Mantis tried to remain focused on the objective at hand, and not the beating Preliat was going to put on him afterwards.

 

[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"]

Patricia watched as the droids set up a smoke wall to cover their advance towards the lines, while it was a good tactic for moving troops forward it was bad for letting them know exactly where you were on the battlefield. So Patricia would exploit that, and exploit it hard.

"Artillery units Alpha and Bravo shift fire and set up a wall of fire and cut the droids off before more can funnel in. Sniper platoons focus on counter sniper efforts, I don't want any wise guys taking shots at us. Tell the boys in the trenches to take out those droids by any means necessary! Artillery unit Charlie keep hitting that canyon!" Patricia's orders were swiftly made reality

The artillery bringing up the rear began to open fire on the droid platoons moving through the smoke to create a barrier between the ones who had made it through and the remaining droids still moving. If they wanted to get around it they could but the E-web guns and ion cannons could take them out with ease. Artillery was god on the battlefield and losses would likely be heavy due to their explosive power. As for the fight inside the trenches they had to get it under control quickly.


The infantry in the trenches moved swiftly and precisely as an ion cannon and two E web emplacements were destroyed. All around them explosions went off and blaster fire raged, but they kept fighting above all things. Using their Scrubbers they engaged the droids in CQC and had the advantage of a duel blaster and scattergun weapon system. They could engage them at medium length with enough kick to take out the normal clankers and a shotgun with enough power to shred the super clankers at close range. They had taken a fair amount of casualties but now it was up to them to drive them back.

The shadow guard squads moved into action as well. Focusing their fire on the droids inside the perimeter they had them outnumbered and out gunned, with artillery making sure the rest of the droids couldn't flood in to inflict more casualties. As for the group of rocketeers they focused their fire on the incoming droids in the veil of smoke, they didn't have to be exact and it would add to the explosive suppression and division of their forces.

Patricia monitored her drone for a few seconds then it quickly began to fall. A sniper had clipped it's wing and it was losing altitude quickly. The drone fell to the earth and into the canyon. While it had landed it lost the ability to fly but was still active in other areas of it's body. Patricia cursed at losing the Big Bird unit and would have to switch to little beak.

"Focus the ion cannons on incoming droids. Get the ion grenades ready for a volley!" Patricia said sharply

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 creating a barrier to keep the rest of [member="Besh Prime"] and [member="Prime"] 'a units out of the defenses

•Rocket squad are firing on [member="Besh Prime"] and [member="Prime"] 's smoke screen to help suppress the enemy

•267 infantry remain and are engaging [member="Besh Prime"] and [member="Prime"] 's units in the trenches with shotgun blaster hybrids.

•23 E webs and 6 ion canons are engaging [member="Besh Prime"] and [member="Prime"] 's forces and suppressing with heavy automatic fire to help keep other units at bay as infantry swarms and destroys units in the perimeter

•drone is shot down and sniper squads are keeping lookout and providing anti sniper efforts against [member="Triam Akovin"]

•shadow squads engage [member="Besh Prime"] and [member="Prime"] 's units in the trenches to continue to swarm and remove their presence

•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)


•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 and Rebel Anarchist are controlled by their PC player

 

[Raziel]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Raziel stood crouched on a rocky outcrop, staring out at the expense of ochre terrain before him. In the distance he heard the constant sound of small arms fire as the two main bodies of infantry engaged each other. The inexorable march of battle droids onwards would suffer inevitable casualties against a well dug in force, but the rebel infantry seemed somewhat disorganised. Only recently had they noticed any discernable strategy to the enemy's maneuvering. In the distance he could make out the latest Abrion attack. It was only recently that this rebellion had decided to turn itself into a full government, it was time to make them regret that decision.

Twelve Hunter killers flew perilously close to the ground. Each carried four 50kg air to ground bombers and would coordinate with droids on the ground to instantly process and target key threats. They would reach the left hand portion of the Rebel lines and target weapon emplacements and any anti-armour defences. They aimed to soften up that flank before [member="TD-18"] arrived. Several would fire from a distance at the beam cannon armed artillery units that had revealed their position, but most focused on heavy emplacements in the enemy front line before strafing with their laser cannons.

At the same time several reserve units committed to laying down suppressing fire to aid the advance. Six light shredder mechs moved up supported by two squads of clanker armed with heavy weapons. They laid down a phenomenal amount of suppressing fire. Whilst vulnerable to enemy armour, the enemy had yet to commit on that front.

Following them came several groups of war bugs. The agile creatures took up positions out of sight, using their inherent ability to climb. The enemy artillery that used beam weapons had to reveal itself to fire down line of sight. The war bugs would start to target them with their missile launchers.

At the same time a group of Hailfire recon droids moved down the ACA right flank, checking out the defenses in that area.

"Is there a spare STAP around?" Raziel called.

"We can find one,"

"Good," came the reply. "It's about time I took to the field."


OOC/ on phone so no detailed breakdown here, all should be clear from post. Left and right from ACA point of view. I might be unavailable at times this weekend so [member="TD-18"] is delegated in charge of forces if I can't be reached.

 

[General Mayhem]

Objective: Crash the party at the Foundry
Location: In the scope of [member="Preliat Mantis"] , a few hundred yards away.
Allies: Mecha-zords. Venture capitalists.
Enemies: Hippies and Space Indians.



Mayhem was known for many things. Being the size of a hover-truck, having a slightly warped personality, viewing sacrifice as a noble endeavour. She was not designed to be durable. Despite her large frame, she wasn't designed to be all that powerful in terms of durability--a few high-grade rounds would down her.



However, she was designed to be fast. And observant. Her garish appearance aside, her sensors picked up a thermal burst at half a click away. She leapt to the left like some sort of wild bug-horse striding along the silt of the Colicoid Marshes of the industrial hive, bounding wildly and then advancing at a pace that could best be described as....hungry.



"Good, one has decided to play," she charged in the general direction of the shot. She'd been too busy dodging to formulate a path based on a singly projectile. She dove behind a rock formation, considering her next move. "Hmm, likely a humanoid--most of the rebels are designated as such. Prefers ranged blasters to melee--uncommon among Jedi, but not soldiers. Have professional soldiers joined the Rebel's ranks? Fascinating. I do hope the others are taking notes. This will surely make for good tactical data."

 

[Neskar A'toll]

"Just picked up a mayo chicken for 99p, mate. That's why I was late."

"What's a mayo chicken? What's ninety-nine pee? Sir?"

"Eh? Oh, it's nothing you need to know. I'm commandeering this regiment, kid. Stand aside."

Neskar stood, a beacon of neutralness amongst a sea of twats, a glorious return beckoned on the horizon. 'Where was Neskar?' the baying masses cried! Oh, how they wept for their champion! But gone, was he, relegated to the mists of myth for what seemed an eternity for the impoverished and the downtrodden. Yes, finally, the prodigal son was returning! Thus, spirits of men across the galaxy were elated, expectant, overjoyed for, at last, the balance of the galaxy would finally be restored. All their cries of 'JE SUIS NESKAR' were catapulted into significance, finally the common man had won! A glorious comeback was imminent, the innocence of the galaxy hung tentatively on the ropes, awaiting oblivion, but in what would be a magnificent show, Neskar would come out of nowhere and RKO the wankers with righteous fury.

"At last." He grinned. The battlefield waited, halted, turned to greet his enormous presence. Clad in his battleworn armour, Neskar was a gracious arrival for beleaguered troops. It was his intent to end this invasion in a single fell swoop. Not a single opponent even had the imagination to oppose him, not one had the power. The glory was for him, and all those who trailed in stead.

( he's back 8) )

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Allies: [member="Silas Mantis"], and apparently- only him.
Enemies: [member="General Mayhem"] [member="Besh Prime"] @Prime
Objective: Repel Advance!


He turned, ever so slowly. And he saw him. A man now. Far from the boy that he left behind, far from the boy he knew. He had given up hope for six long years, but he found himself no longer alone. For the first time a long while, Preliat smiled. He was using his M45. He turned and faced the incoming droids, and threw up his hand. It was a fragmentation grenade, not a thermal det- not at this range. He chucked it, and watched it blow apart a droid, but didn't stick around to see if it got anyone else. He saw one particular droid plowing through their lines, whom he would probably later be able to identify as [member="Besh Prime"]. He turned to his brother, gesturing to the bleached-white figure of [member="General Mayhem"]. He clapped him on the shoulder, to garner his attention. He had faith in his brother, and it wasn't as if he was handing off an easier challenge, they needed to split up for the moment to repel the droids if they were going to have any chance of holding the ground.


"Handle that."

He said to Silas, nudging his head towards the thing in the bright armor.

He ran further into the lines, and the Wolf began to go to work. He moved like a demon through the distracted droids. Clankers couldn't handle suppressing a position and the brutal blitzkrieg like motion of Preliat Mantis and come out on top, usually. Especially the regular clankers. He held the M45 by his hip, and fired at droids, erratically. However, that wasn't how he was planning to deal with them. He peeled back his fingers, his hand forming into a fist, and ran past a clanker. After he was past it, the droid's face was caved in. Preliat's armor was especially designed for hand-to-hand combat, with Beskar'kandar plated crushgaunts with nifty spikes on them causing a lot of pain in a short amount of time. The droid he punched, stood for a moment, before hilariously toppling over.

He repeated the action, charging towards the Prime unit, or what he thought it was at least. He didn't speak. He didn't scream. He let the hurricane-like motions he moved with speak for him. He was a force to be reckoned with, and the droids he was plowing through currently were feeling his wrath. The M45 went off, killing droids as he went along, moving further and further closer to [member="Besh Prime"].

 

[Armand Temi]

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


[member="Besh Prime"]'s superclankers stepped in front of the droid just in time to absorb the ion blaster fire. Sithspit, though Khloe zooming away on her swoop bike. She didn't get the pleasure of seeing the droids fall because she could feel a barrage of blaster fire around as she fled. She felt a pain in her right her shoulder and looked down to see that she took a hit. It was a superficial wound but it had torn through her armor and she would need a medpac at least to patch up the burnt flesh. Inspecting the damage was what saved her from the incoming sniper bullet from one of [member="Triam Akovin"]'s snipers. She heard that bullet whiz right by her head. Right now she was far too exposed and rode her bike to the furthest perimeter of the battle to circle her way back to the foundry.

After arriving she heard Patricia's orders to move to the front line. "Roger that, Red Dress," said Khloe. After quickly patching up her shoulder, she turned to face the anarchists. "Time to get out there on the front line with the ion blasters. You're going into the trenches and your targets are the droids."

Agent Sparrow would go out with them on her Mobquet Overracer, zooming around their flanks. They were so young and being out there on the front lines would test their recent training. She would hate to see any of them die, but they were itching for a fight and she knew for a fact that most of the Rebel anarchists had a death wish anyway. If they weren't here, fighting for control of Geonosis they would be out there smuggling spice, stealing or being involved in some kind of petty crime ring. At least with the Rebels they had a chance to make something of themselves.

With the Red Dress's order that Ion Cannons were being fired at the enemy's front line the anarchist's rushed and Khloe flanked them. Even through the smoke grenades, this volley of ion blaster fire along with the fire from the Ion Cannons would create a virtual wall of particles which would short-circuit the machines. Joints were fused and damaged from the searing heat. Essentially any droids in the front line would be decimated and unable to operate.

(NPCs: 25 Rebel Anarchists)

 

[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"]

Current slicing objective:
Slice into the Foundry’s main computer network
Completion: [][][][][][][] 70%

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qORYO0atB6g[/youtube]​

Whoop-whoop-whoop went the radar panel, signaling a fast approaching freighter was breaching the space around the space station. Droplets of sweat beaded on his brow as Cryax’s red eyes scanned the readouts. The uniquely designed ship resembled some sort of engine on a...pod racer? Leopold. The terminally geeky man was an avid toy collector and obviously had never learned the art of hiding his tells. Bane attempted to close all of the station’s docking bays only to break out in a stream of Cheunh curses. The task was already futile. Eugene already had infiltrated the space station’s docking system and soon would be coming in for a landing.

Bane quickly took a data chip from his belt and plugged it into the port of the mainframe. A crunching sound could be heard as his Little Brother software installed itself into the space station’s system. Little Brother would continue to do the slicing legwork, so that the Chiss himself wouldn’t have to babysit the hack. It shouldn’t be long before the Foundry’s computer network was his. Rubbing his temples, he began to click furiously on the keys, searching for an open connection to Leopold’s freighter. If the other slicer was in his network, then his network was obviously wide open. He found a hole and plugged it, shutting down not only Leopold’s location tracers, but also all of his communications. The other man would not be able to convey Bane’s location to the Rebels, until he got his coms up and running again.

The time it would buy Cryax was precious. Springing from his swivel chair, the Chiss grabbed his slug thrower, gave it a dramatic gun cock, and shot down the corridor, heading to the docking bay where he would extend a warm welcome to his frenemy.