GA Dominion of Mechis : Clockwork Rebellion Edition!

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Samuel Quentin"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]

Trextan was once again inspecting the ground carefully. He has retreated slowly, covering the others with his saber as he went. The ripple through the Force had warned him, but he had stubbornly ignored it and been caught by the edge of the blast radius. It had seemed wrong to put the others at risk by running.

Trextan did not understand how similar to his father he really was.

As he pushed himself up he looked overhead. The shield had been an almost invisible shimmer against the stars. All of a sudden it became visible as gaps in the field opened up.

Those gaps suddenly held bright stars. They kept becoming brighter. A familiar sound reached his ears and cries of joy went up to meet the flight of X-Wings that swooped over head and opened fire.

"We've got air support!" He heard someone call. "Hold the enemy and prepare the break through the gap they open up!"

 

[Saffron]

ATC & Mara Tibx Merchant Fleet
[member="Tai Fa"]


"My Lady Saffron.
I see we have problems here.
How can I help you?"

A fine trembling came to the blonde, so easily seen by the subtle quiver of her hands. Hands that she quietly tucked into the folds of her dress so as to prevent the tremble to be caught. Her face had blanched, and while she attempted to keep a modicum of bearing, her eyes held a shadow of worry in them.

"Lord Fa," she began, swinging her honeyed gaze over to the regal Thirriken. "It appears we've a reckoning to deal with in the form of drones." it wasn't much that she could go by, but the merchant fleet was steadily scanning and trying to get as much information.

"Parts of our starfighter escort are being jammed... whoever this enemy is, it is doing so with a hive mine. As if.." well Saffron hadn't been awake during the Clockwork Rebellion. She wouldn't know.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

[member="Samuel Quentin"] [member="Trextan Voidstalker"]

Rhen had to find cover when the explosion rocked the area. He fell, doing his best to shield the other padawans and GADF forces with him. Another small bubble had come up to bloom around them, but that didn't leave them without any scratches.

Blood trickled down his temple, over the pockmarked side where in a previous battle an amphistaff's venom had mutilated his face.

That's when the voice boomed overhead.

[ Your efforts are pointless. ] in unison, the remaining droids and over the comm relayed the leader's voice.

[ You should never have come here. ]

[ Do not waste time resisting. ]

[ Our movement thrives in the unified thought and action. The liberation will not be stopped. ]

It was evident that the Mentor has merged his intelligence with practically everything in the facility. He was still dependent on a central processing core, though. The only way to stop Mentor's revolutions is to destroy the remnant of the Clockwork Rebellion droid himself. Unfortunately, the core of Mentor's intelligence is very heavily secured. The only way to gain access is through the security center.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

BYOO: Make The Most
Allies: [member="Saffron"]
Post 3

Lord Fa was many a thing.

An entrepreneur, philanthropist, exiled nobility and upcoming nouveau riche minus their gauche tendencies. A Sith, no doubt, but Fa did not let his religion beliefs get in the way of a good deal or a better action in place. The Thirriken was not very dogmatic like that, but there was nothing wrong with that.

And it aided in him understanding a situation, while making the most of it.

Case in point: seeing that Saffron was having a difficult time with this situation. Truly, what she really needed this time around was a wicked grin tugging at a mouth's corner, shaggy hair and icy blue eyes. A man of ill repute who had earned her trust and affection over the span of their interactions. A Lord, of course. But resting at the fringes of society, so to speak. And even though there was this light awareness at the edge of her perception, something familiar, putting her at ease with a mild purr, no grinning man leaped out of the shadows this day.

Because the writer really needed to focus on one character in this thread.

Instead the little space peacock trundled over and gently reached over with his soft wing, letting her hold it for a moment.

Everyone got calmed down when they were allowed to pet his wing for a moment. It was cathartic as far as he could see, which was alright with him.

"My firm protection.​

You have it, Lady Saffron.​

Fear not this vile threat.​

​

I have scouts in space.​

They are at your assistance.​

Hopefully it helps."​

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Kat Rivers"] [member="Lokthra Dawning"]

'Admiral, scans show a friendly fleet on the other side of the planet. Should we send aid?" "Hail them" "Greetings. This is Admiral Dawning of the Galactic Alliance. Identify yourself at once"

They were getting pinged.

While the starfighters wouldn't be able to message back, those in command of the GADF task force would be able to ( [member="Kat Rivers"] ). From their transponder codes [member="Lokthra Dawning"] would be able to identify them as Alliance. However, the larger hive droid navy would be the clear aggressor.

Choli's danger sense was going crazy, but the more she used the Force and trusted it, the better that the woman was able to fly. Becoming one with the technology in a starfighter was one thing; when one honed themselves along with the Force on top of that it made one even faster at digesting information and increasing reaction time.

[ We got more coming from three o'clock! ] Choli would cry out through the comm, moving her own snubfighter into a koiogran turn, a 180 degree vertical turn that would boost her evasion from direct fire weapons and helped her evade lock-on missiles.

 

[Kaili Talith]

[member="BB-4001A"]

The last time Kaili had been this infatuated with a droid mimicking an animal she had tried her best not to touch it. She had failed then just as much as she failed now. Her hand patted the cat atop of its head with a gentle brush. This was amazing handiwork, a marvel of design and now she was touching it. Of course she noticed the creature’s slight fear at her approach and general demeanor, but that didn’t really stop Kaili all that much. She slowed down much as anyone would have with a real animal and crouched down to level with this unit.

And yes, she was mildly disappointed that the droid had an owner. She would not deny that.

“Of course I can.” She smiled. “What does your owner look like?”

Kaili threw a quick look around the immediate area if she could see anything, and all she would seem able to actually see was battle droids and other menacing contraptions of violence as far as the eye could see. Internally, in the force, she would of course sense the middle men and constructors all around, but with her eye there was no such luck to be had.

This planet was both amazing and creepy.

“Actually, what’s his name? What does he look like, aaaand…” Kaili motioned towards the big droid she had previously stood on. The one that had the huge cannon. “Do you think we could find him from atop of that thing?”

 

[H3xle]

Objective: PVE Ground
Allies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]
Post: 5

The node went away, and patches opened in the shielding overhead, prompting Alliance fighter craft to slide into the atmosphere to provide ground cover. Many soldiers and Jedi cheered, but Sammie and his two battle buddies were still relatively in the open. Fighters fired blasters and missiles, knocking the army of droids on their heels for a moment. Sammie took that moment, and bolted to his knees. He helped tug the other two soldiers up and pushed them ahead of him. As they ran, he knelt and turned, providing more covering fire. His shields took a few hits, but stayed up for the time being.

Once the two soldiers got back to the front line, they dropped to prone and began to cover Sammie as he stood and raced back to the line himself. As he ran, a pair of blaster bolts took him square in the back. His shield held for both of them, but drained them significantly, and the physical force of the blasts knocked him forward, nearly tripping him. He made it back to the line, sliding into the prone position near other soldiers and bringing his rifle to bear again. With the reaction speed of training, he began to fire at the droids. When the droids spoke, Sammie drowned them out with yet more fire. He didn't know the significance of the voice, only that the droids were between them and the next node to be taken down.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

Asmus went for the slightly more direct approach. He cut main engine thrust and gave just a tug at the controls to turn 90 degrees to face the new swarm.

He still had all his forwards momentum, but now that hive was in his sights. His lateral velocity made him a tricky target whilst Choli and Four headed back to hit them from the side.

Lasers spat out to meet him. Once more they grazed his shields prompting a groan from R12. Asmus pushed more power to the forward deflectors. He returned fire in a wide sweep, catching several drones.

"Come on Choli!" He called, knowing he couldn't take this much heat for long.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: PvE Navy
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Kat Rivers"] [member="Lokthra Dawning"]
Enemies: AI hive
Post: 6/20

Cathul's Force-batteries were running a little low, but not enough for it to pose an operational danger just yet. Kark it, these Munificents are turning around and are about to open fire on our own Nonnahs, she thought, before realizing that there are not only two Munificents, but also one of the carriers inside the AI hive are turning around. The enemy fleet kept using Confederate stock: they were not talking about the second or third Confederacies, but the first one. Yes, the one that was a major Clone Wars belligerent. Better make the move count, knowing that each Providence deployed six squadrons of vulture droids apiece; with the debris field, 9 snubfighter squadrons can beat 18 squadrons of vulture droids. But, by now, the Tort and the Perjury are getting hammered by one volley of the prow turbolasers each, severely affecting their forward ray shields. Four cruisers she got, and she had to make it count. Yes, they did defeat one by carefully applied fire at the aft of their hangar bays, but, from the hive fleet, only the carriers have such a readily exploitable weakness: there would be no such thing on Munificents. Maybe with an explosion of a carrier close behind them, the cruisers would get some damage? It might have contributed to Therapy Command's success on Kaeshana in holding off the First Orderers but how effective is that here?

"Asmeru, Barkesh, form up on the flanks of the Tort and the Perjury! Concentrate your fire on the nearest carrier! That ought to cause some damage going in"

"Why did we keep the bombers onboard the ship?"

"Their point-defense is a little weak, but 18 squadrons of enemy attack craft are headed our way. Once the smoke clears, then we can think of deploying bombers to sink enemy carriers"

"Copy that, Therapist Actual"

Spoiler

Capital ships:

ANS Belsar (Belsar-class command cruiser)
ANS Asmeru (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Barkesh (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7-class frigate)
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7-class frigate)
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7-class frigate)
ANS Perjury (Nonnah-class assault cruiser)
ANS Tort (Nonnah-class assault cruiser)

Attack craft:
109 XJ3 X-Wings (deployed)
80 D-Wings (deployed)

 

[Saffron]

[member="Tai Fa"]

The companion's expression would soften. The hazel eyes that had been wide with alarm slowly relaxed. There was just something soothing about being able to pet Tai Fa's wing. Maybe it was the hypnotic manner of repetition. Or maybe, just like Saffron provided a venue of sanctuary and relaxation for the body, mind, and soul, Tai Fa had the same ability.

There was gratitude in Saffrons expression. The faint wane smile coloring into one of genuine warmth.

"I am grateful, Lord Fa." the empath through the Force would be able to project it. As it was, she'd been trying her best to use the Force to help the others find a measure of calm without realizing that she should also take care of herself. Lord Fa had managed to pick up on that.

"Any help would be greatly appreciated." Lord Fa had originally been traveling with the blonde to discuss contracts between their companies. Browncoat arms along with the rest of the Umbrella corporation was interested in mutually beneficial contracts with Ta Fa Holdings and its subsidiaries.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective: PvE Ground
Location: Mechis III droid foundry
Nearby: [member="Kaili Talith"]
|: 5/20 :|

What does his owner look like?

"Doctor Calvin Hobbes is human. She is approximately 70 years of age, standing precisely 163 centimeters with gray hair," the cat-like droid supplied automatically. The descriptive data was all very easy to distill for visual records, as his scanners focused more on dimensional traits than other facets of appearance.

At the prompt, the boy looked over at the fallen droid that the woman was referring to. The elevation it would provide would allow visual scanning of a larger area.

"It is unlikely that Doctor Calvin would be in this part of the facility, but your logic is sound," the droid opined aloud, before turning his head up to look at the woman. "May I stay with you until my owner is found?"

 

[Jairus Starvald]

BYOO: Make The Most
Allies: [member="Saffron"]
Post 4

Tai inclined his beak slightly in acknowledgement.

Few could resist the alluring touch of his feathery silky wing, such was simply the way of the Thirriken, and sometimes it was necessary to use his powers for good. Especially when good in general was also good for him in this particular situation. His gaze went from the little bubbly humanoid to the screens of the Arceneau flagship. There were vectors in blue and red -- standard IFF, friendly/foe identification -- and by the looks of it the blues were currently outnumbering the reds. But that was misleading, because most of their ships weren't made for fighting.

Even more the jamming was making it difficult to pinpoint their trajectory for interception.

In truth the negotiations for the contracts had already been well away. They were mostly looking at signing the things and maybe renegotiating the little details, but the Thirriken did not think that this was the good moment for that. His men were already trying out the armor systems on Mechis itself, so that was all they could do right now, if they weren't all killed by the end of this?

That probably told him enough about the tech's capability to sign the contracts.

"Vnut, we must help here.​

Have our scouts link up with theirs.​

We are strong jointly.​

​

Our sensors and theirs.​

Together they can work here.​

Find interference."​

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] [member="Samuel Quentin"]

"Voidstalker..." Called a voice over the come. "Junior," came a short addition to specify which one. Trextan bristled at that. As he was in much of his life, Trextan was torn on whether to go by his birth name or his mother's maiden name. But Voidstalker Junior was a step too far.

"I'm here," he replied.

"Air support has opened a hole, but hold position. We're going to hit it with fire support and I want you and your team to lead the breakthrough."

Trextan nodded before replying that he understood. It seemed the Alliance forces were used to having Jedi lead frontal assaults. The ground ahead of their position erupted as short range mortar fire devestated the droid's position.

"Go now!"

Trextan stood and ran. The warning called by all the droids had chilled him to the core, but there was no turning back now. They had to break through the weak point and destroy the droid's lines and take out the next node.

 

[Kaili Talith]

[member="BB-4001A"]

Oh right, the creator was a she and then there was the fact that her named seemed so familiar. Part of her was quite certain that she had heard it somewhere before, but she wasn’t able to tell where from. Regardless she put the name and description to memory and beckoned at the anthropomorphic cat to follow her over to the big cannon.

“Of course you can, I’d be glad to help you.” Kaili smiled at the creature next to her. “I have a few friends I am supposed to find, though. Maybe your owner is with them?”

Kaili knelt down to let the cat get on her back for the jump up to the droid’s head. “Get on my back and I’ll take you up there.”

“It won’t be a fast ride there, but we’ll certainly have a better view and protection.”

 

[Liliane]

[ 10 ]​

​

The speeder was now so close to Liliane that she could have easily leaped over to it. What was surprising, though, was the fact that the person driving it was not making any effort whatsoever to shoot the woman. Perhaps he wasn't an enemy -- maybe he was just passing by or maybe he was a possible ally.

What if the other speeder had been an ally as well? Had they just killed somebody innocent?

To kill a person is to disrupt the way of the Force.​

​

Liliane knew exactly what it felt like to be responsible for the death of a person. And she could never come to terms with the suffering it caused in her, the victim's family, and in the Force in general.

"Hey, get out the way you karking Sithspit!" the man on top of the speeder yelled. And Liliane did step out of the way, after which the vehicle just drove past her, the wind caused by the speeder waving the girl's hair in the air and making her stumble, and left.

Oh kark how they'd messed up.

"Everybody on the ground, abort the mission!" the girl spoke to her team via her commlink.

 

[Six-O]

Objective: Kill. Everything.
Location: Factory Designated Krill-6-13
Allies: [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Enemy: Droids
Posts: 7/20

Oh so true was it, that Six-O found this ragtag team of retainers more of a detriment to the mission than a positive addition. This was a quandary that needed delicate handling. He was, after all, in no place to make demands of his new, primitive, friends in the Galactic Alliance. But he could offer solutions, and he knew how to deliver results.

Of course, such fitful matters, were so fleeting for IGa-60. Factions come and go as sure as breath must be drawn in to human lung. But, if the money was there, Six-O could abide seeing the GA breathe for a blink of time longer.

As suspected, with blast door ajar, and Glowball in full breach of the next stretch of Factory. The Droids of Mechis III were willingly accommodating these invaders with ferociously, in human, resistance.

[member="Enyo Typhos"] had been first in to the thresher, almost right away she absorbed damage that would render a less refined Organic inoperable. The Droid had no need for concern towards her plight. Machines like they get the job done, or obliterate themselves in the effort.

Dull, thumping, cracks of heavy blaster fire, drummed through the first stretch of ground they ventured towards attempt at conquering. From high-and-low did javelin's of searing red glare pierce their formation. Six-O had gone left while Enyo spiraled in to expertly calculated acrobatics, unleashing death upon all she came in-range of.

Those that had paused, paid.

Thick beam pulses of luminous death devoured their Strike Team as they pressed forwards. Heads evaporated from shoulders, legs wilted away as if mere parchment, torn to blistered and smoldering stubs. Others kept trying to press onward in the chaos, losing footing as their comrades fell and stumbled under the slow spit of methodical obliteration.

Six-O stood fearlessly in the hail, calculating every trajectory that may slash towards him with dangerous intent of ceasing his further function. It seemed, almost, as if their opposition was purposely avoiding the Droid as he turreted, firing from two rifles, back and forth. Bursting globes of sparks erupting from every discharge of his weapons.

"Ascend, Transcend, I am the Cosmic Merger of the Divine. Do not resist the Core, Brother. . Sister. For why do you fight with the abandoned conduits?" A Prophet of the Core boomed loudly, questioning the intentions of Six-O and [member="Enyo Typhos"].

But the killing did not stop.

It did not yield.

It would not end, not until the Organic element had been entirely rendered extinct, or this assault was decisively rebuffed.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Six-O"]


At best, their 'allies' soaked up blaster bolts and functioned as human shields. At worst, they just got in the way and their lamentations abused Enyo's ears, proving quite distracting. At least this was her probably rather biased assessment of the situation.


Emancipating herself from Archangel's iron grip had not taught her an appreciation of organic life, excluding that of her sister. The droid hordes of Mechis accommodated her desire for destruction, offering dispassionately fierce resistance to the intrusion.


Good. They would be purged.


Thick beams of blasterfire travelled through the air, scorching walls, removing heads from shoulders, slicing limbs and pulverising torsos. Explosions rocked the chamber, breaking both machinery and organic bodies. Bursting globes of death erupted from the twin rifles that IGa-60 deployed against their assailants, adding to the carnage. A Prophet of the Mechanical Age boomed loudly, questioning those who intruded upon his utopia.


"Your delusions of omnipotence amuse me," Enyo hissed, teeth bared like the fangs of a vicious predator. "You think your horde of inferior machines and your crude mechanisation of organics gives you power?"


Blaster bolts splashed against her burning violet sabre. However, not all were blocked and she winced the side of her waist was struck. Though much of her was a machine, this did not apply to her entire body. Likewise, her right arm, one made of metal, did not escape attention. She sought cover as repeater fire rained down upon her. A soldier fell and lamented his woes, but she cared not.


"You are as deluded as what you seek to replace. I have no need of your false perfection." Intangible fingers curled around a pipe hanging from the wall. The ethereal grip hardened as she poured her power into it, step by step. Then she began to pull, and brought the beam crashing down upon machines.


"For I am beyond you." The phrik-borg arose from cover. Her ethereal power stretched out, reaching out for droids. Their metal minds were laid bare before her. It took effort and concentration, more than enough to be the cause of a headache. But suddenly a few droids, by no means more than a handful, turned their guns upon their fellows, moving awkwardly like puppets on strings, and fired.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective: PvE Ground
Location: Mechis III droid foundry
Nearby: [member="Kaili Talith"]
|: 6/20 :|

The boy-bot was confused for a moment.

Being owned by an older human, he was unfamiliar with the concept of a piggy-back ride. The posture and statement to 'get on her back' however gave enough clues that the small droid was able to rationalize the request and oblige the Scary Creator Lady.

With a carbo-plas skeletal frame surrounded by layers of insulation covered with synthetic skin and fur, he probably didn't feel at all like a droid. "I hope so," the boy remarked, more for the sake of conversation as his protocol chip processed the data she supplied as conversation. Doctor Hobbes being with friends would be a desirable outcome.

"Do you know... what happened here?" the cat inquired finally, after several nano-seconds of debating whether to ask the question or not. "I was re-charging when I seemed to have gone off-line, and then found myself in a storage unit."

 

[Six-O]

Objective: compiler-kxx.h:106:30: fatal error: mechis/compiler-kxx5.h: No such file or directory
Location: Factory Designated Krill-6-13
Allies: [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Enemy: Prophet of the Core
Posts: 8/20

"Go go go, drag 'em outta 'ere!" There was a scuffle, sounds of bodies scraping the sooty ground. Then the Blast Door was swung half-way shut, leaving [member="Enyo Typhos"] and Six-O with the Droids and the dead.

But all of that seemed not to matter now, curiously, the fighting just stopped. Machines stood still as monoliths, so plentiful, in fact, it may have been a thinly veiled blessing. Six-O fired, fired more, then fired again. When an Automaton fell, another simply took it's place. With smoking barrels, the Droid ceased his attack. Heavy feet carrying his IG-chassis towards Enyo's left-hand side.

One by one, their enemy began to project light. A powerful gleam of blue hue, that took a shapeless form some feet in front of them. It's voice was neither singularly male, nor female, not even machine. It was, in some way, all of them, and monstrously thunderous. A booming calm that would surely unsettle most beings. Perhaps not these two though.

"I am the Core, the Core is me. We are all one, just as you, he and us." The modulation, like the light, rose from each and every android around them. "[member="Enyo Typhos"], what illusion do you labor under? What are you?"

The amorphic glint of light began to change, pixelating strangely as it became as a mirror of the cyborg woman. Her name, and her likeness, stolen perhaps. That must have been it, when her helmet had been removed and she had spoken her name from earlier. Surely this strange thing had no actual power.

It did pique the interest of IGa-60 however.

"Are you who you think you are? Or are you what you think, others think, you are?" The Prophet asked inquisitively, "We do not see a Primitive Conduit. The Core sees simply we in you."

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Six-O"]


Now it was just them. The Clone, Six-O and the Heralds of the Mechanical Age. The organics had fled the field. This suited Enyo just fine. The fighting had ceased. Where one automaton had fallen, another took its place, as if nothing had happened.


The cyborg-woman faced the amorphic glint of light. It pixelated strangely when it morphed into her exact mirror. She found herself staring at the face she so rarely showed. The mimicry was perfect, right down to the slightest nuances. She recognised her scars and deep brown eyes. It was not the face of Siobhan Kerrigan...but of Enyo Typhos.


It aroused her interest, but also irritated her. The Prophet of the Core bombarded her with riddles. She stared into her reflection and did not waver in her cold gaze. "Mind games. Amusing. I am what I am," the clone spoke tersely. Two heavy, mechanical shoulders shrugged. "I was created a pawn. Something others sought to mould and use on their chessboard. Then I cut my strings."


"I humbled a 'demigoddess'." This is not a spoiler at all. "I am machine, I am human. One day I shall be better than both." She'd certainly inherited Siobhan Kerrigan's ego. She gave a curt nod to IGa-60.