Burning Balmorra

[Taa Nul]

As the team within the factory finished planting the final demolition charges and waited for the arrival of Darth Arcis, the battle raged on in the surrounding area, both sides taking casualties. The column of AAT tanks which had arrived previously had set themselves up on a cliff overlooking the battlefield, raining heavy fire upon the Sith and Vong defenders below. The Count's Vulture-droids soared through the skies above, having dealt with the facility exterior defenses, they began bombing runs upon the enemy lines, blowing both the living and the dead in their path into mere gibs as they were blasted by their blaster cannons.

Several of the Mandalorian mercenaries flew up onto the roof of the production facility, carrying a large standard bearing an all too familiar logo for those who were well versed in galactic history. As they rose their flag above the battlefield, the symbol of Death Watch was displayed for all to see. A small group of Death Watch troops blew a hole in the roof of the facility with thermal detonators, before descending into it with their jetpacks, ready to assist the saboteurs against Darth Arcis when he arrived. ''The Count has placed us at your disposal, Master Grayson. We await your command....'', their leader said, briefly knocking his fist against his chest in a warrior's salute.

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Ceska Starshieldhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/7536-ceska-starshield/http://starwarsrp.net/user/7536-ceska-starshield/, Cyrene Miles, Darth Arcis, @Rosavus Vonstrogg, Count Morcus, Dish, Thane Drexel, Urya Uvatera, [member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[Darth Arcis]

It appeared that a full-fledged battle was going on at his own compound. The defenses, supplemented by his arriving forces, had been combating the invading droid army and their relentless numbers for about ten minutes by now. Most of the defending troops had been more than prepared for such a thing to happen and the stationed Stormtroopers and armored transports would make short work of most of the first waves. As for the torrential oncoming ranks of droids, however, there was no telling how long that little garrison would last.

Dranok intended to get there just in time.

"Fan out, give me a five meter spread; diamond formation." The Sith Lord summoned his old, archaic infantry terminology and transferred it to mobile warfare. It had been far too long since he'd been in the academy but that kind of knowledge never faded after being in almost seventeen military campaigns. The dozen commandos spread out to pull a formation around their lord before they zeroed in on the smoking, battle-scarred compound.

"Sir!" Roach veered his speeder bike near the front, firing his cannons, "Droids!" There they were - legions upon legions of those old, ancient B1 and B2 battle droids marched in perfectly disciplined formations towards the defending Stormtroopers. Vulture droids and TIE fighters duked it out in the clouds above and AT-ATs threw their firepower at the oncoming AATs.

Darth Arcis felt the distinct tug of the Force deep within him, like a man seeing something brand new but it was familiar all the same. Jedi. They were here and these droids were theirs, mechanized tools of war to wreck havoc and bring doom upon this poor world and the economic assets Dranok provided. Like it or not, this facility hired Balmorran citizens, it was managed by them as well. His Stormtroopers were only here to ensure safety and keep the peace, and Dranok was sure civilian casualties had happened.

"Follow me," he growled. The Lord wanted to cough and heave phlegm onto the ground, but that wasn't the wisest thing to do on his speeder bike. He chose to pull on the triggers instead and tear himself his own little pathway through the ranks of battle droids as his men followed suit.

[member="Count Morcus"], [member="Dish"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Ceska Starshield"], [member="Cyril Grayson"], [member="Cyrene Miles"], [member="Rovasus Vonstrogg"]

 

[huggin_munnin]

Coming just within sight was the Sith and his cronies. Ceska could see him in his hooded black robes and she waited. Not yet, he was still a bit too far to spring her trap on. It took all of her discipline acquired in her years of training not to ignite her lightsaber and leap at him. But that would draw her too far from Cyril and spoil to surprise and she hated to do that. Especially for her Sith friends, so she waited....

[member="Darth Arcis"][member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

When Urya realized her stride was going to be far too short to keep up with [member="Dish"] , the metal portions of her legs smoothly extended to lengthen her stride. Still wasn't quite fast enough, but it at least shored up some of the distance between them. She kept her rifle to her shoulder.

" We should go. Don't fight, it would take up too much time. Just run. We should do that. The longer we wait to blow this thing, the greater chance we have of it not working."