Eye For An Eye [Lords of the Fringe Invasion of Eriadu]

[Aran Finn]

FRINGE FORWARD OPERATING CP

--- @[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"] @[member="Nyos Val"] @[member="Arrbi Betna"] @[member="Dash Ardellian"] @[member="Antillie Jenika"] ---​

"Sir, that bogey is still coming in hot, and it doesn't look like your standard assault craft!"

"I want it out of the sky now. Scramble our Sekairo-class transports to that sector to support O'reen Squadron and bring it down." Alen didn't like the sound of the unidentified bogey. Not at all. Unfortunately, he had other concerns to attend to.

"Broadband, we have an OP mobile artillery unit on our perimeter tangling with High Councilor @[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"] on the perimeter. No other signs of Protectorate ground forces as yet."

"Mobile artillery out there by themselves? Against Faenrovon?" Na'Varro shook his head. Sounded too good to be true.

"Yessir. We have one hostile walking across no man's land towards our entrenched positions."

"Send 31st company to assist the High Councilor." Alen knew that the 31st were a well-trained combat engineer company who excelled at crossing hostile territory quickly. They'd take casualties, but they were the perfect fit for this situation. They were suitably equipped to deal with mobile artillery; Alen expected to see wreckage when he passed through that area later. Combat engineers were the perfect counter to mobile artillery. It was like scissors, paper, rock, but with explosives and whatnot. "Catch the mobile artillery in a pincer, using the array of buildings on both sides as cover. Let the dragon and our boys on the perimeter deal with that idiot crossing no man's land."

--- @[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"] ---​

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"Sir. Horde forces are moving on the first generator."

"Have the 22nd and 5th move up on either side to cover their flanks, and the 3rd and 112th waiting to reinforce. We'll need to expand our perimeter. Get the lads ready for a small push."

"Right away, sir!"

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--- @[member="Lucianus Adair"] @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] @[member="Noah Corek"] (?) ---​

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"Sir, what about the second generator?"

"I've got something different in mind for that one." Alen straightened to his full height and grinned at Adair. It was time to get their hands dirty, Eclipse style. That meant a bit of collateral damage. "Adair and I will be taking six Deathwatch boys, stealthing in and blowing it sky high while Protectorate forces are concentrating on the Vong. Praefect Galaskarita, you'll retain tactical command in my absence."

"Yessir." Galaskarita was an older, shrewd man of about forty-five. He didn't have much of a reputation as a warrior, but that had started to change of recent. Na'Varro felt comfortable handing command over to him.

Na'Varro eyed the mysterious Hannibal Oryen for a second, wondering what exactly he was doing here. He had a feeling he'd be showing up somewhere important, and for his own purposes. As long as those purposes suited the Fringe, Alen was fine with it.

"Let's move out." Nodding at Galaskarita, Alen moved from the CP with Adair and the six deathwatch boys and made for the perimeter. They didn't bring any explosives with them, because with he and Adair along, they wouldn't need them.

 

[Isar]

FRINGE FORWARD OPERATING CP
@[member="Alen Na'Varro"]
Engaging Hostile: @[member="Nyos Val"]


Yellow eyes watched the battlefield, narrowing on Nyos' mobile artillery unit, then moving toward the buildings on either side. Using Force Sight, Faenrovon saw through the buildings and witnessed clusters of auras in the Force, like tiny candles, moving to sweep in on either side of the mobile artillery unit. As the combat engineers of the 31st swept in, Faenrovon dug his claws into the ground, muscles bunching, and launched himself into the air. White wings unfurled and he glided toward the cyborg.

He opened his maw and disgorged an all-consuming inferno that splashed toward the cyborg and everything within five meters. Faenorovon had encountered this mortal before. He would likely attempt to perform absurd dodges with the aid of his cybernetics. In order to avoid the wide radius of the flames, he would have to leap into the air. So Faenrovon swept low to the ground, foreclaws extending to grab the cyborg.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Kasamann"]
Somehow, a telekinetic effect had dealt with a riot gun's wide-angle stun blast and only staggered the critter. Not Jorus's problem. Jorus's problem was the sword the Andalite -- sorry, Andaloth -- feth, Andolith, there we go -- had drawn. Jorus, you see, hadn't forgotten a single detail of the man who had torn up his ship. Not the Ninjarmor Version One that both individuals had worn over their torsos. Not the sword Storm which both men had worn on their backs. Zaiden James-Grayson had died, but Jorus' sister was a powerful Darksider, and he'd even done some consulting work for Velok once, in his pre-apocalyse days. He knew dang well that surviving death was possible.

And he was now dead certain, his unerring gut confirming it, that the being he was fighting was the same one who'd torn up his ship. Gypsymoth. The vessel he'd flown on a hundred Omega and Vagrant Fleet and Rebel Alliance and Levantine Sanctum errands. The ship where he'd raised his daughter, worked hand in hand with his wife. The ship that was more a part of him than his hands or his eyes or his heart.

Time stood pretty fething still.

His left hand tossed the modified Czerka pistol up in the air as his right flicked a catch and jerked back. The rising break-action shotgun separated at the breech from the weight of the Mandalorian iron barrels, and the whole assembly rose, moved left, turned clockwise just slightly-

The edge of Zaiden's blade, aiming for Jorus' neck, caught the outermost edges of the two huge, spent shotgun shells and ripped them free, before the alchemical sword slammed into the other side of the breech. With his left hand, Jorus snagged two shells from his belt on instinct as he bent low. The knee-bound strike hammered against the side of his shotgun's beskar barrel, alchemical blade grating against Mandalorian iron. He didn't fall for the arm feint; he spent that moment, that fraction of a second, moving his left hand up toward his right, with two new shotgun shells angled down and to the left. The old ones hadn't hit the ground yet.

Zaiden's sword crashed against the beskar trigger guard, jolting the shotgun up -- and slotting the two new shells neatly into the barrels. A sharp downward movement of his right hand, and a quick grip with his left, snapped the breech shut despite the weight of the barrels. As Zaiden gathered his strength and unleashed lightning from his sword, Jorus pulled back his left hand and fired the shotgun from the hip, one barrel.

A web of superconductive filaments flared out and caught the lightning. Pulse shell, Jorus' own invention, designed after Kaine Zambrano lightning'ed him into submission. With the full fury of a shotgun blast, the now-superheated filament web caught the CryoBan grenade, melted through its casing, and superconducted the heat of the blast and of the lightning into the core of the grenade. A wave of bitter, but not damaging, cold washed over Jorus. The grenade threw off the twisting, still-partially-furled filament net and carried it past Zaiden harmlessly.

The Andolith moved in fast, but that neck strike was a problem. Repeated attacks to the same place left serious openings in one's defense. Jorus blocked the strike by ramming the barrel of his shotgun into the sword. With both hands, and a torquing motion of his upper body working against itself, he twisted the heavy shotgun in midair and blocked both the sword and the tail simultaneously, the butt throwing the sword free, the tail-blade running into uncompromising Mandalorian iron yet again. Ow.

He let go with his left hand, snagged the falling Czerka riot gun out of the air, and fired a wide-angle coma shockwave point-blank at Zaiden's heart.

Thus ever to people who spammed attacks without regard to what was going on.

 

[Noah Corek]

@[member="Alen Na'Varro"] @[member="Lucianus Adair"] @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] @[member="Cira"]
EN ROUTE TO THE SECOND GENERATOR
TEAMMATES: @Aeron Kreelan
ENEMIES: @Break @stardust @Alliera Verd @Alen Na'Varro @Hannibal Oryen @Lucianus Adair

After his rousing speech,Noah had gathered up the two Omega Pyre battalions that he had brought to Eridau for training,the well known First Battalion and the new formed Seventh Battalion,and quickly began to march them towards the second power generator. "Sir,the main force is being allocated towards the first generator,why aren't we mobilizing there?" Asked a young corporal as Noah shined the bayonet of his OPR-2 Blaster Rifle and then reattached it too its socket. "Well,thats all well and good,but if we leave the second one undefended and the take out the first one,we're screwed." Noah quickly summarized for the man who nodded and went about checking his own rifle.

 

[Matreya]

Just as the shot was being lined up, Zaiden brought his free hand out to grip the barrel and moved it away before pushing it finally. Thus the blast rang away from himself more or less harmlessly, and as it did so his tail struck out multiple times - intent on knocking the shotgun held up in the air from his grasp. One solid blow aimed against the barrel, then one against the butt. Jorus was deadly with a gun, but Zaiden was good with swift evasions and the like per the norm for Stealthers.

Thus speed was a strong suit of his. he hoped that moving in and taking these weapons from him would be the best first step. Next the man brought Storm -- suddenly his eyes widened ever so slightly. He wore multiple signs of his previous life. He made a grave mistake...

Bringing Storm up, he flipped his grip and sought to stab the sword through the triggers small space on the riot gun. It was time to drop the charade, as it was obviously going to be but a moment if his opponent hadnt already deduced his identity. Launching his essence about the two of them, he watched as swiftly a huge twisting and swirling mass of murky black shadows appeared. Quickly they spread out in all directions and then back in, so on and so forth. In a matter of minutes the duo stood inside of a pitch black arena of shadows.

<It wouldnt be long before you recognized me.> Kasamann said softly against the mans mind, <I didnt intend to do the things i did in my past life, i was prey to the darkness that dwelt within me. A living entity for that matter. I no longer have qualms with you, but i cannot expect the same.

<However, I would if it were possible, not have to continue this. I am only here under command. Since my revival i am trying to right my wrongs, even going to the extent of remaining unnoticed for the majority. If you deem it acceptable, i would simply back away.> Kasamann continued, telling the truth. For once a serenity unheard of for the man was achieved, his mind was set.

However he expected a man he had attacked, a man he nearlt killed, to simply forgive this. He didnt know if he could.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Dredge]

As the blaster bolts flew across the streets of the capital Sergeant Vuuhan kept his head down and behind the cover of a small street kiosk. The protectorate forces were not taking kindly to the Horde Force Recon patrol. To the right of them were a few protectorate soldiers firing at them with accuracy and precision fire from another barricade that had been erected when reports came in that fringe forces had been spotted on the planet. "MOVE THE TANKS BACK!!" Yelling out another order Vuuhan loaded a fresh can of bees into his bio rifle and moved back to to support the tanks that were moving out. "Sergeant! We got a message to pull back and regroup with the main assault force!!" A young warrior with the communication creature strapped to him shouted to his commander informing him of the change of plans. The now twenty men needed to get out of the city and quickly, "Get on the tanks and go now!" The Sergeant said before he popped the corner of the cover he was behind to fire a few shots and kill a protectorate soldier. "NOW!" Springing to life the pinned down platoon quickly jumped into the tank beasts as they fell back towards the command base. "Get us out of here!" Vuuhan cried out while firing down at enemy forces from atop the tank beast. Shifting into full speed the tanks turned around and ran from their position to head back to the safety of the outskirts of the city. They had lost good men and although their suffering was at an end a hole burned inside the Vong for revenge and the deaths of all who did not align with the gods. "Get us home, we have a mission to get done." Laying back on the beasts his squads made it back to the command posts in a solid twenty minutes where they linked up with the rest of the strike force. Orders were to go with fringe forces and destroy the first shield generator. To jump out of the frying pan and into the fire, He accepted it for what it was and he knew his orders. All Yuuzhan Vong went to their deaths proudly.

"Dismount and rough it brothers!" Jumping down from the tanks the twenty men hit the deck and began to move on columns on the road. Linking up with the Yuuzhsn Vong strike force of thirteen tank beasts and one hundred and thirty infantry along side the men the fringe brought they would have enough to pierce the defenses of the sheild generator perimeter. "This is Vuuhan we are linked and moving up, will make contact in five mikes." Speaking into his comm unit the warrior pushed his fist up twice in the air, they were running there to hit the fortifications hard. They would run head first into the fray to kill the heretics. "Contact in two!" Nearing the first of the barricades. The drums kicked in and soon after the war cries of the Horde troops joined in with them. Sergeant Vuuhan remained silent focused on the task ahead for in a few seconds they would not be screaming cries of motivation, but ones of agony and death.

SHEILD GENERATOR 1 OUTSIDE PERIMETER
OBJECTIVE: BREAK ENEMY DEFENSE AND DESTROY THE GENERATOR.

It started of as sea of red, green, and blue lights in the distance, pure, innocent and shimmering lighting up the air with beautiful colors. It was something you would only see on the cover of a magazine, a picture of beauty and perfection. But soon as all beautiful things they came to a beautiful deadly end. As the sea of blaster bolts rained across the Horde lines the crab armor protected them in their vital areas such as the chest from most small arms fire. The horde troops were running head first to rush into battle, artillery plasmids flew above head shining blue and green streaks across the endless blue sea that was the sky. There wasn't much cover to offer but capture beasts that stretched up to two hundred meteres long was on its way to soon provide a defensive line for the horde. The protectorate defenses were great but they would eventually fall from the constant rain of artillery and tank fire. The tank beasts spread themselves out in a snake pattern a good eight indeed meters from the protectorate defense positions to begin firing on the men in their bunkers. They needed to press the attack and keep things going smoothly throughout this invasion if they didn't disable if they would be doomed.

"MOVE UP!!" As the drums continued to beat serpants bane three four lead by the good sergeant began to burrow into a few fallen trees taking cover behind them where they could. "GET THE THUD BUG UP!" Barkinh as usual his men grabbed the launcher and aimed it at the various fortifications that were a good two hundred meters out. The horde had taken up position two hundred, four hundred and eight hundred meters out and they used the overlapping fields of fire to pelt the position of the protectorate forces. "Move move move." Firing the hearty cannon the bugs and blaster bolts exchanged themselves from the different sections of the lines. He wasn't sure on how the layout was of the sheild generator but it didn't matter keep pressing and win this battle for the things he believed in. Lazing a turbo laser tower the sergeant sent in a fire mission for an artillery strike on it. In a matter of minutes the strike came down and the tower erupted in fire and death. There were stil plenty if towers but it was one down in this long fight. "KEEP FIGHTING!" Taking aim the troops behind cover continued to exchange fire with the enemy and do what they did best.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

stardust flew over head dodging anti air from the grouns "sergeant vuuhan this is stardust im making a fly for the towers "with that star locked onto one tower and prssed the button down releasing a proton torpedoa straighr and hitting the tower pulling up "wooooohoooo
@[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

@[member="Nemene Talith"]
Governor's Estate

If there was one place Sarge wasn't going to keep a Governor during a planetary invasion... it was his estate. It would be like keeping him in the capital building; you'd be painting a giant target on your head. To that end, the governor was secreted away in an Omega bunker some distance away.

But that didn't mean people weren't going to be headed towards the estate anyway. Symbols were massively powerful in war, and millions of lives had been lost in the past to protect single buildings of cultural importance. This would prove to be no exception.

Walking the halls of the opulent estate, he gave a sigh and ordered some more Protectorate soldiers into positions. Windows and walls were being fortified, chokepoints created. All things one might expect from a carefully trained army of mercenaries; they knew what they doing.

More importantly, however, they took pride in what they did. They'd been bloodied too many times in the past to think that they were going to get rolled over. Pressing a finger to his comm piece, he frowned a little at the news that someone had landed nearby.

Watch the landing pad? No. Monitor the airspace? Yes.

"Right, prepare for visitors. Knowing the Fringe, it's probably some Dark Siders."

The men readied themselves at their positions, he sighed and settled a hand on the cylinder that was his saber.

 

[Ordo]

ERIADU
ALERT IN THE DIRT.
OUTSIDE OMEGA BASE
ENGAGING: @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] AND HIS PHRIKIN BALLS.
MANDALORIAN FIRETEAM: @[member="Ermac Laith"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Briika Tor"] @[member="Kable Detta"]

The team was moving as a unti just like they were trained. They stopped Ordo would have to remember to teach how to stack on an entrance another time for now theu remained in a diamond strider on point, Laith left, Ordo center, Kabel right and Briika rear, not to be confused with Briika's rear.

As Strider took a knee Ordo opened fire with his E-17 Galdiator Assault Rifle.

"Hit'em" he said simply over internal comms.

The benefit of the staggered formation was that they could have four weapons on the yarget at one time and five if Briika fired around Ordo as she could if she chose. Ordo who had planned on dealing with a forcies had brought the Galdiator and Ripper because slugs took more effort to avoid.

However, Ordo's planning didn't include counter measures for this particular Sith Lord's little balls. The small Phrik ball bearing moved at railgun speed and the only thing that saved Ordo, the biggest target, from a direct hit was his very specialized force skill set. He couldn't throw rocks or use mentalist tricks but physical enhancement and speed he could do.

The ball flew at him and he stopped firing and turned his weapon to take the brunt of the hit. The ball passed through his gladiator and and hit him in the left shoulder plate. Ordo's left arm numbed slightly as Ordo dropped the rifle and pulled the Ripper to continue the assault.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Kasamann"]

As the centaur spoke, Jorus walked backward in the dark, rolling his neck. His cybernetic eyes worked just fine in here. He holstered his stungun and cracked the breech of his break-action shotgun. He removed the spent pulse shell, selected another shell from his belt, and slotted it into place.

"You did business with me. You worked with my sister. You could have been a friend. Instead you came into my home and tried to destroy it. Today you come here to mess with a planet I sweat blood to set free, you attack me from behind, get your rear handed to you, and now you want to let bygones be bygones?" The Mandalorian shell gun hinged back together with a sound like finality. "Son, when I'm done with you, you'll be crawling back to Val'hala to mine some of that there phrik and make yourself a new everything. And then I'm coming for you. You, your world, your sycophants, your company. I may not own or control Silk Holdings anymore, may not even be involved with it, but son, I still know a thing or two about what makes your vanity project tick. I know what people you left your company to. I know how to find out which ones are innocent and which ones deserve what's coming.

"I will burn you. I will burn the heart out of you."

He drew the pistol again with his left hand, and braced his left forearm underneath the shotgun's barrel. Shotgun in his right hand angled left, pistol in his left angled right, he fired both. Both were wide-angle shots, each aimed beside Zaiden. One was a stun shot, naturally, about four metres wide, but the shell he'd chosen to fire with his shotgun was CryoBan, six metre lethal radius, twelve metre frostbite. If Zaiden stayed right there, he'd catch the edges of the riot gun's crackling stun wave and the edge of the lethal CryoBan. If he jumped right, he'd be in the heart of a cold storm that would turn flesh to glass. If he jumped left, he'd be facing a stun charge sufficient to drop a charging Wookiee tribe. And if he went up, well, a quick snap shot from the riot gun was headed that way. Standard AOE bracket.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

ERIADU
DIRTSIDE
OMEGA BASE- Fighting Mandos in a Dark Alley
Mando SquadErmac Laith @Ordo @Kable Detta @Briika Tor @Strider Garon

The figure in the battle-scarred armor stumbled backward under the barrage of blasterfire. Hit after hit slammed into phrik armor, leaving new scorchmarks in the plate. A bright red bolt passed through the gap at his thigh. The Sith Lord staggered. Another bolt shattered his faceplate. Then a final lancet passed through his throat. Blood splashed across the alleyway. He gurgled incoherently as he sank to his knees. Without warning, he turned to mist and blew away, fading from existence.

KKRRRRRRAAKA-DOOM

Debris sprayed through the air behind and in front of the Mandalorians. A cloud of thick dust obscured the alleyway. The left wall behind the Mandalorians had exploded outward as had the wall two meters in front of them. The rubble was piled to head height. Rubble in front, rubble behind, walls to either side. The Mandos were trapped in a box.

At that moment, a presence flared to life at the top of the left building, peering down from the rooftop into the alleyway. A figure in phrik armor. Mikhail Shorn. Ordo would sense the Dark Side rippling from him in waves. The Sith Lord pointed a hand down at them and utilized his speciality: telekinesis. Other Force Users could form bubbles of invincibility around themselves, cast spells, create massive illusions, reinforce their body's strength... Shorn couldn't do all that. But he was very good at smashing things with the Force.

Reaching down with telekinesis, he attempted to Force Crush the grenades on the Mandalorians belts as well as the fuel cells of any jetpacks they wore. Doubtless they had frag grenades, concussion, and flashbangs. No effective combat unit would leave without some grenades to use in room breaching scenarios, or to storm entrenchments. To crush grenades and jetpacks simultaneously required intense concentration, but for the Sith Lord who had collapsed the entire dome of the Galactic Republic Senate this was all too easy. In the confines of the box he had created, the ensuing explosions would cause chaos and death. At least, that was what he was hoping for. His hopes tended to be dashed quite splendidly.

At this point, the Mandalorians were probably wondering what the kriff was going on. Engrossed in the spectacle of the Sith Lord's apparent death, the Mandalorians would not have noticed the trap. Yes, trap. Ordo and Ermac had been right to suspect an ambush, but they could not have predicted that the ambush would be created and performed by a single man.

The Pledge

When he had first entered the alleyway, some of the Mandos might have seen his figure shimmer slightly and become transparent. That was evidence of the illusion. Mikhail Shorn sucked at illusions, aside from one. Doppelgänger. Ermac's use of thermal imaging was a smart move, but this form of illusion not only looked real to sensors, it also felt real in the Force. Not only did he fool Ermac's sensors, he also tricked the senses of Ordo. The non-Doppelgänger Shorn had been waiting atop the building the whole time, waiting for the Mandalorian strike team to commit to the assault.

The Turn

Shorn had known he needed something to convince them it was the real him. Nothing said "Shorn's here" like a phrik ball bearing screaming toward you. He had been able to launch the ball through use of telekinesis. One who utilized the ability of doppelgänger could still influence the world through telekinesis. An easy explanation, really. He could hear everything the doppelgänger heard, see everything it saw. All he needed to launch the phrik ball was line of sight.

The Prestige

As soon as they had opened fire in response to him, he had executed his trap. By letting the illusion go, he freed up his concentration for telekinesis. With two simultaneous Force pulls he had ripped gigantic chunks from the buildings to fill the alleyway with rubble. These had been the explosions in front and behind them.

Now, boxed in and in danger of being blown sky high from their own volatile equipment, they faced a Sith Lord who thought himself very clever indeed.


Shorn wagged a finger, "Didn't you kids ever learn? Never follow Sith Lords into dark alleys."

 

[Antillie Jenika]

@[member="Dash Ardellian"] @[member="Alen Na'Varro"] @[member="Arrbi Betna"] @[member="stardust"]

The Sekairo-class transports incoming had a respectable payload - couple of cluster missile launchers, couple of proton torpedo launchers, couple of dual laser turrets, one fore, one aft. An Exalt had two guns that hit like six, and two flex-tube launchers, both optimized for this mission. Proton torpedos in one, mag pulse in the other, in case the ground teams failed and they needed to take out the shield generators one way or another. She cut left, climbing in a spiral aimed to bring her in line with the bogey's right flank; her ship could outperform the climb rate she was seeing from the unidentified fighter. Matter of fact, it could out-climb and outmaneuver anything short of a full-fledged interceptor. The wide rise kept the sun out of her eyes; the transparisteel dimmed somewhat to cancel out the glare, and the HUD kept her focused on the Bes'uliik. However, it gave the Bes'uliik a bit more time to get into position for what was starting to look like a bombing run. Ideally, her wingmate and the low transports would be starting to take potshots at the bogey right now.

At missile range, two klicks, about level with the Bes'uliik's right flank, she got tone and fired off a pair of proton torpedos, one after the other, then switched to cannons. She didn't quite have cannon range, but soonish.

 

[Briika Munin]

ERIADU
DIRTSIDE
OUTSIDE OMEGA BASE- Fighting Sith Lord @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] in a Dark Alley
MANDO SQUADErmac Laith @Ordo @Kable Detta @Strider Garon @Briika Tor

Just before the Mando squad engaged the Sith full-on at the other end of the dark alley, Briika traded places quickly with Kable to take the reserve position at the rear to cover her brothers' backsides, and to be there if they needed her baar'ur skills. They all knew to watch out for some some kind of trap, but what they didn't seemingly bargain for was the real darksider was just waiting above them to rain the building down upon them, then use his Force powers to attempt to finish them off in a explosive fashion using their own weapons against them.

Briika held her breathe a moment when Ordo took a hit from the phrikin ball that struck the massive Mando's Gladiator first, then his shoulder plate. When she saw that the Marshall was well enough to continue fighting on with his Ripper, the blonde joined in the fight while adding fire from her own shotgun at the enemy.

What happened next Bree wasn't prepared for as she'd never experienced anything like it before. As the Sith was seemingly defeated, he disappeared in a flash and whirl, then the walls of the alley buildings began coming down upon the fire team. The medic took cover next to a metal dumpster hoping to keep the big chunks of rubble from crushing her petite form.

 

[Break]

ATTACK ON SHIELD GENERATOR
LOCATION: ON ROUTE TO GENERATOR 2
OBJECTIVEESTROY PLANETARY SHIELDING GENERATOR
BLUE LEADER

70 Slicer droids: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/20000-slicer-droid/
130 PRT-01 droids:http://starwarsrp.net/topic/19996-prt-01-droid/
Break moved slowly with his envoy of robots taking the lead. He was leading them himself giving instructions to avoid the fray Cut droids being the scout force ahead. He was nearing the fight and he knew it would be impossible to make it the whole way unimpeded. Still it would be nice to walk in and walk out like the last mission. bidding the cut droids to the rear for reinforcements he saw his target. The second generator heavily guarded. taking in the battle he planned a formation attack that would cause the least amount of casualties for his own men from overhead fire

"Keep your shields above your head unless attacked by a ground unit is that clear PRT-01-J?"
Break had to be perfectly clear with these dense droids. While they were strong and many their brains were weak.

"Orders recieved, Lord Break on your word we march!"
The droid responded as asked.

"Send in wave one, I will follow. When given the call from Musta or myself, Send in the second wave, divide the Cut droids into two seperate teams i will take half on my own call. Are my orders clear?"
Break watched as the droid nodded in confirmation.

Quickly he gathered himself to ready for the coming attack he followed close behind the Droids shots ringing out as the first wave was met with a barrage of flying metal, bolts and debris. some droids falling from the wave the rest dropping their shields to the front as ordered protecting themselves and their brothers behind them.

"OPEN FIRE, ALL ENEMIES ARE TO BE EXECUTED! FOR THE FRINGE!!!! "
Break did not share the same view as Dredge. He would not let anyone survive he would not give them the chance to hurt his friends again.
Plasma bolts and rockets launched from the PRT-01 droids making it slightly easier for them to proceed closer but this mission would be FAR from a cakewalk. Break charged his canon and let his HUD activate he had a feeling this wave would not last very many more posts.

@[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"] @[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Strider Garon]

ERIADU
DIRTSIDE
OMEGA BASE- Fighting @Mikhail Shornhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/542-mikhail-shorn/ in a Dark Alley
Mando SquadErmac Laith @Ordo @Kable Detta @Briika Tor @Strider Garon

Frakking sith and their trickery. They’re target vanished before their eyes and sensors the very moment the world began to crumble around them. Walls crashing on either side, began to box the mandos in with rubble and clouds of dust. Strider instinctively ignited his Jet back the moment he saw the walls coming down. His 360 degree view and sensory also picked up on the sith’s knew location above which suited Garon just fine as his ascent was now targeted to his location.

Strider would extend his left arm out and fire off his flechette launcher in attempts to shower the sith with shrapnel, the very moment he felt his jet back go into critical failure (didn’t have time to notice his grenades were demolished) as if it was crushed like a tin can. Leaked fuel combusted into brilliant explosion that rocketed Strider like a meteor burning in atmo, creaming through the third story office window in flames.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

@[member="Alen Na'Varro"] @[member="Lucianus Adair"] @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] @[member="Noah Corek"] @[member="Break"]
Eridau -- En route to the Second Generator
Omega Defense Force


While the Commander ruled over the forces of the private military contractor known as Omega Pyre, Lieutenant Aeron Kreelan led an entirely different task force; that of the Omega Defense Force that included the dirtside ground pounders and anti-infantry battalions.


For now, they were in the midst of gathering to move. Intel led by Major Anika Od'Manteiv directed ODF forces to counter those of the Fringe. As such, the Urban Recon Walker
and All Terrain Shock Enforcer (AT-SE) were surrounded by support craft like the Manticore Heavy Support Tanks, "Tauntaun" FAV's, and the Typhoon-class Artillery. The HBD-300 Droid Series would make the bulk of this particular defense force, with pockets of sentient ODF infantry and officers.


At a secure airstrip, the C/T 400 Troop Transports, M47 Illria-class Dropships, and TA-43 Airspeeders began their whine in the starting of their engines, while various troops shuffled in a mad rush to get to their assigned aircraft. This was for the long haul, what they have practiced in endless drills for -- they were a military and local milita that had fought countless of pirates, warlords, and beat back the monsters of the Bando Gora Reavers, who protected Elrood from the writhing horrors of the Dark Harvest, and who ensured the safety and stability of the Omega Protectorate.

Tapping away at her portable datacomputer, Aeron made the last couple of final encrypted transmissions to the ODF. Both of the generators would need to be protected, and Aeron was there to make sure that this was done.

"Let's roll," she said towards the ODF officers next to her, who gave curt nods to the tattooed blonde, as the ground Forces gunships such as the Peregrine's, LAAC's and Inimica's engines roared to life.

 

[Nyos Val]

Arkanian dragons, fast, agile, and large. They cannot fly far on their own power, but may glide (depending on altitude, prior speed and meteorological dependencies) for dozens of miles. This particular Arkanian has been seen on the battlefield countless times and no one has taken him in battle. A very gorilla-esk fighter, hit and run tactics and his fire breathing is his only real threat. At least to Nyos. The tactics that Nyos would employ wouldn't be that of the recent fight he and the lizard had had. He was going to be more aggressive and tactful, utilizing his artillery units to engage the beast.

As the dragon came at Nyos, he indeed jumped to avoid the fire, but instead of drawing his vibrosaber like normal, he unslung the heavy repeater and fired full auto into the mouth of the beast. Hoping it would either divert from the assault, or take a mouthful of blaster bolts. In time with the cyborgs counter-attack, a loud mechanical cracking echoed across the field, followed by a sonic wave that, to anyone in the OP would know as the Manticore heavy support tank. The 10kg HV durasteel round was followed by another Railgun round with a delay of 0.25 seconds. Both aimed directly for the dragons heart. Or if i had no heart, the lungs. Nyos saw the claws extend towards him and was prepared to fire the underbarrel grenade launcher.


Back in the city, the artillery unit was going about its business of setting up the defenses of Eriadu City. Spread out along the city front were 8 Manticores, 6 Typhoon-class Artillery,a dozen Tauntaun FAV's, 8 JX-96 speeder bikes, and 3 AT-SE's, with about two battalions of ODF troopers. Overhead the city roamed a squadron of M47 dropships along with @[member="Miles Varden"]'s fighter units. Anything coming their way would be spotted and engaged.


Spotters in the buildings radioed to CO's about the Fringers breaking into two groups.

Get the birds rolling, Typhoon's mark your targets and fire at will, AT-SE link up and set a perimeter support. I want snipers in the buildings and rockets troops with each FAV. Put me through the Lt Val...The CO of the Artillery Unit gave their orders and the group was in motion before he finished his sentence.

@[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"]

 

[Kable Detta]

ERIADU
DIRTSIDE
OMEGA BASE- Fighting @Mikhail Shorn in a Dark Alley
Mando SquadErmac Laith @Ordo @Briika Tor @Strider Garon
It was a trap. Kable didn't have a good vantage point since he was taking up the rear. But once the debris had starting boxing them in, Kable brought his attention forward.
He saw Strider rocket up and then experience a catastrophic jetpack malfunction. Kable felt hot rage course through him as the Marshal crashed through the third story window.

Kable felt and heard the grenades on his belt crunch, becoming useless. Luckily, they were not primed so they did not go off.

Kable opened fire on the now confirmed location of the Sith. He would be blasted if he stayed in place.
Kable moved as he fired. He would provide suppressive fire while the rest of his unit got into position.

 

[Isar]

(OOC: since you just spawned some pretty hefty NPC forces, I'll be using my own)
FRINGE FORWARD OPERATING CP
Engaging: Mobile Artillery Units and @[member="Nyos Val"]
Friendly Forces: 2 Akure-class Tanks and 2 Sekairo-class stealth transports 1 company of combat engineers
@[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

Blaster bolts shot up into the dragon's maw. Faenrovon roared in immense pain, mouth filling with blood. His own blood. That such a mortal could wound him... The incensed Arkanian dragon prepared to eviscerate the lone cyborg, when suddenly he felt a tingling in the Force. The milliseconds between the sound of the railgun charging and its deployment gave Faenrovon enough time to listen to the echoes in the air. The voices of his ancestors spoke to him through the Force and he heeded their words. Tucking his wings, he dropped lower and spun. The first high velocity round smashed into one of the spines on his back as he rolled, ripping it off. The other round missed entirely.

Given that the apparent alacrity of the cyborg allowed him to evade not only the flames of Faenrovon, but also the claws extended expressly for the purpose of swooping him up if he jumped, it is hardly surprising that Faenrovon evaded the majority of the damage from the rather large heaping of artillery support which the cyborg was receiving.

The dragon, wings folded, promptly attempted to land on top of Nyos Val and carry the both of them into the ground. If Nyos fired his grenade launcher at this proximity the ensuing explosion would be more likely to blow him up than pierce the scales of the dragon. 4+ tons of falling dragon was not something you could ignore.

The appearance of the 8 Manticores, 6 Typhoons, and 3 AT-SEs elicited an appropriate response from the Fringe forces. Two of the Sekairo-class stealth transports that were the vanguard of the Fringe forces hovered in atmosphere above the Fringe's CP. They had just deployed two Akure-class tanks before re-activating their stygium cloaking devices. They became invisible to the naked eye as well as that of sensors. The transports promptly opened fire on the Protectorate forces.

4 proton torpedoes headed toward the manticores. 4 cluster concussion missiles screamed through the air toward the M47 dropship squadron. They hissed and spit flame as the clusters broke up into dozens of mini-rockets poised to bombard the dropships. Meanwhile, the Akure tanks proceeded to unleash their payload on the rest of the ground forces. Each lobbed a seismic charge through the air toward the Typhoons and Protectorate infantry battalions. The charges arced over the heads of Nyos and Faenrovon before hurtling down upon the Protectorate positions. The ensuing damage would likely be... catastrophic.

The combat engineers of the 31st company began to close in amid the massive hellfire raining down on the Protectorate, intent on eradicating the survivors.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

stardust broke off and flew over to where @[member="Break"] was"break this is star ive been assigned to defend so make sure they dont shoot me down"star said with a smile