GA Dominion of Mechis : Clockwork Rebellion Edition!

[H3xle]

Objective: PVE Ground
Allies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]
Post: 9

"We'll take the South-East." Sammie said, then looked to the soldiers gathered and nodded. Teams spread out in a wide arc focused on the node to the southeast. Sammie settled himself in off center.

"By fireteams, advance!" He ordered, and fireteams broke from others and hit the ground, firing at the enemy droids. In what would appear a random order, but was actually a well trained maneuver, fireteams would pop up and move forward, then hit the ground again and cover the next few teams moving forward. Their heavy armor and shields took shots while they were up, but no one stayed up long enough to have their shields ripped apart yet.

Sammie moved forward with the command fireteam, no worrying for the moment how he had assumed overall command. He just let it flow and continued to fight forward towards the Southeastern node. The second time he popped up with the command team to move over, he took a knee rather than go prone. This allowed him to survey the scene better.

"Team Four, break right and flank. Team Seven, break left in a feint. The rest, pause one, then a hard push echelon right." Sammie didn't even actively think about the tactical problem, he looked at it, and let whatever it was inside him guide his words. He dropped prone as several droids focused on him, his shields going dangerously low. Team Four and Seven broke in their directions, appearing to move to pincer. The main body paused, as if to remain as an anvil force, and the droids began to react to this. After a moment, Team Seven dug in and the main body got up as one and pushed ahead hard. The droids reacted quickly, but Team Four still got around to the right flank and dug in. After several moments of pushing hard, the main body, less a few soldiers who were down with moderate to severe wounds, paused and dug in. Medics approached the wounded and began to tend them, They began to advance in order again, with team Four covering from the right, hitting the droids from two sides.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: PvE Navy
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Asmus Janes"]
Enemies: AI hive
Post: 7/38

"We're running out of ordnance here!" the lead fighter pilot told Cathul.

"All squadrons, return to ship! You will be rearmed with ordnance"

Of course, in their attack run, the 18 squadrons of vulture droids encountered chaff, which had the equivalent effect of an asteroid field on them, both using the wreckage of downed attack craft, and also some debris left behind by the detonation of Morcus assault concussion missiles. But Cathul wondered how long she could still hold using battle meditation on her captains. On herself, she found it was unable to increase her own base cognitive abilities, but was able to enhance her reflexes and reaction times, so long as said reaction times could be enhanced without needing to enhance her mental processing speed. But the vulture droids focused on the XJ3s, thinking that they pose a greater threat than the D-Wings. Yet they fly very close one another because of the very nature of the debris floating around so that, if a quad laser shoots down a vulture droid, its debris often fly onto another one, causing debris to impact them at high velocity and take down sometimes as many as six or seven craft at once. The enemy flagship (or what the enemy would have Cathul think), a 2177m Providence-class dreadnought, has now entered long-range from the Nonnahs.

"Admiral, the enemy flagship is within range"

"Good. They have thermal shields; if we can force the enemy to fire missiles, then we have a short window to let our own attack craft fire their ordnance"

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:
93 XJ3 X-Wings (deployed)
80 D-Wings (deployed)

 

[HK-36]

[member="Six-O"], [member="Enyo Typhos"],


"Wait,"

The droid raised his hand to motion for the Core to stop talking as he looked over at the other two's visions, the illusions created by the Core,

"Six, you did not tell me you were originally one of those floating boobs,"

HK pointed the G0-T0 orb looking back at Six,

"That is hilarious."


One day HK is going to be in peril, hanging off of ledge or something, and IG is going to be standing over it, as he would consider whether to help HK or not, words "you were originally one of those floating boobs- floating boobs- floating boobs" would probably echo through his memory banks.

Either way, as weapons begun to power up and combat erupted around them, initiated with a magnetic burst from Enya that crumbled some of the commanding droids servants, HK closed his hand, the one he raised to gesture for the Core to be silent. Closing it he unleashed a telekinetic burst from his Grav-Glove, creating a gravitational anomaly around one of the guns aimed at him and pulling his hand to the side, yanking the barrel to collide it with others in its vicinity and fire upon the defense systems the Core was employing,

"Six, take down the Herald!"

He gave a short command to his fellow machine,

"I will deal with the Core."

As blaster bolts rained around him, splashing up against his deflector shields, lighting it up blue, the droid raised his other hand, searching electronic signatures and data transfers from other machines to find the location of the Core's central processing unit, hoping he would be able to shut it down quickly. The machine extended out the raised hand towards where he believed the processing unit would be, as his personal shielding system begun to falter he closed his hand to send out another gravitational anomaly and yanked it back, hopefully pulling on the Core's processing components telekinetically as well.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Asmus Janes"]

[ Copy that Rogue One.]

Choli's hands flew over her console, adjusting the targeting computer and reviewing her sensors. A toggle would turn off her HUD, letting it slip back into place and away from her face to clear her vision.

[ Stay tight and keep an eye out, Rogue Seven out. ] even if they were going back to restock in ordnance, groups of drones were still out there. The starfighters could not afford to be overrun. Only by working together and watching each other would they be able to come back to take another run.

The flight back was quick. Choli entered the hanger and set down upon her designated spot. Mechanics and Ordnancemen quickly came in to start the downloading and reloading of ordnance.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

Asmus unclipped his helmet and slipped it off, pacing it on his lap. The hood beneath was slipped off as well. One of the deck crew brought him a new hood and a flannel. Poor guy, Asmus thought. His secondary job was to take my sweat-soaked hood away.

He pulled a spare comm from behind him and brought it to his mouth. "Rogues, give me a brief status update in turn. Ten I can see you're down to 60% CE, give me some details when we get to you. Does anyone have any damage that will compromise atmospheric engagement?"

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

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

North would be full of defender droids and something a far worse. At least, for Rhen to see with his own eyes. The small group of Jedi Knights followed the Corellian towards the north facility, only to be stopped by the slow, almost sluggish stroll of three figures coming towards them.

Through the Force, Rhen was able to tell that these were not droids. However, he was able to sense life. As they neared, horror swept over his features. They were men, but were completely and utterly riddled with more cybernetics than he had ever seen.

"What is this madness?" he uttered, shocked. The reply came from the Mentor himself.

[ You again? ] the cyborgs voice seemed to echo with a metallic reverberation. He suddenly gave a guttural cry, leaning forward to hold his head.

"... I... what... " it was as if the original human being under all those cybernetics was trying to fight the hive mind. "Please... help... me..."

All of a sudden the agonized expression waned, and he began stoic. The Mentor's voice had once more returned.

[ I had thought that improvements would cull the deficiencies of your organic matter. It was a failure. It only reinforces that your extermination is the only option.]

"Let him go!" Rhen cried out, but the Mentor would only laugh. Suddenly, the cyborg attacked.

 

[H3xle]

Objective: PVE Ground
Allies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]
Post: 10

The force of droids against them continued to thin as the GADF forces pushed hard. Team four had moved a few times, pushing their flanking maneuver further back as the right end of the GADF battle line began to roll that side. With the blasters in their hand, the soldiers had to be more careful of their shots, as friendly fire was more likely with the right end of the line encapsulated. Team four raked their fire on a shallow line across the back of the droid force, using up their rounds of grenades to bring down as many in the back as possible.

The front walked their fire up from low angles, and saved their grenades. The droids were splitting their force, some turning to engage their back and flank, and the rest keeping up as much pressure as they could on the GADF forces.

"Keep up the fire, we've got them!" Sammie yelled over comms. "Team Five, break back and around, support Team Four. Main line, up the fire on the left side of their line!" Fire tracked to the left as the GADF force moved their sight lines that way. Team Three, on the actual flank now, poured their fire straight down the line of the enemy. The droid force, had it been organic, would likely have routed by now, but for the time being was just getting slowly ground under foot. "Team Two, explosive run, around the right and through to the node. Bring it Down!"

 

[Jairus Starvald]

BYOO: Make The Most
Allies: [member="Saffron"]
Post 7

It surprised him how well Saffron had mastered the art of diplomacy.

Even now, exhausted and tired, she was still practicing easing the burden she was creating. It was a shame most individuals in this Galaxy had long since forgotten how to properly treat nobility, the fact that this lady knew how? It made him like her even more, there was a certain respect he could have for people who knew how to behave properly.

"Just doing my job, ma'am." The heavy baritone of the bear rumbled before stepping back and letting her stand once again on her own.

Now that his strength was coursing through her she'd have an easier time with it.

"Do not worry, dear.​

You merely tried to help us.​

Simply be careful."​

​

"That's all I can ask of you."​

And it wasn't just because she was the gateway to the contracts Fa Holdings needed to continue expanding and growing. The weapons and armor they were being supplied by Browncoat and Vanir were critical, but there was just something pleasant about the lady that made even Lord Fa's Sith heart grow a bit milder.

If only slightly.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: PvE Navy
Allies: [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Asmus Janes"]
Enemies: AI hive
Post: 8/38

"Gerentaika Squadron, stay back and screen the fleet"

"Copy that, Therapist Actual"

Cathul nervously watched as the Tort and the Perjury opened fire on the enemy carrier, which was designated back then as a dreadnought, and not simply because her Force-batteries are nearly exhausted. But now that the squadrons have returned to ship, they are being refitted with proton torpedoes that can be unleashed on the enemy carrier. She realized that the enemy had no long-range weapons; all long-range weapons the fleet had are now firing at it. Yet the number of enemy attack craft dropped sharply, having nearly exhausted its orbital supply: more would await at the surface. With 35 minutes of effective flight time, any survivors among the vulture droids would need to return to ship before their fuel run out and, then, they would become dead-stick as well as a hazard to their own ships if they couldn't return in time. By now the enemy has realized that dead-stick fighters were going to be hazards to their own ships and then the XJ3s would fire at the vulture droids that made attempts to return to ship, practically unmolested. With the Asmeru and Barkesh in tow, the attack craft had some capital ship support to attack. When said capital ships arrive within proton torpedo range of the enemy flagship, coming in at their port, the enemy thermal shields have lowered.

"All squadrons, fire!"

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:
86 XJ3 X-Wings (deployed)
80 D-Wings (deployed)

 

[Saffron]

[member="Tai Fa"]

The vessel gave another shudder, prompting the young blonde to once again brace herself against the Knight. Another apologetic expression shone upon Saffron's face. The captain, a Duros male by the name of Kie Ma, swiveled towards the trio. HIs mottled spots over his blue skin shone under the light. Sweat had already begun to bead there but his expression was steely.

"Miss Saffron, I would advise you and your guest please depart to safer quarters." there was an area within this ship that one might consider to be 'safe.' Saffron called it the panic room. It was a Turadium steel emergency atrium that would be able to survive the ship's destruction. The blonde clone's eyes went wide.

"I am alright," she assured him, trying to gather her bearings.

"I am needed here." It was the least she could do for the bridge crew and for Lord Fa.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Asmus Janes"]

Choli's Pebbledrone astromech erupted with a series of hoots,beeps and whistles from behind the pilot's chair. The olive skinned woman checked her ordnance levels, giving a few flicks of toggles and checking her fuel and status indicators.

[ I'm down to seventy percent fuel!]. Choli chirped out, grimacing as the flight crew came in under the bird to do what they do. The pilot brought her hands up and swore, fingers moving to unbuckle her helm. The small fabric cap of sweat wicking material was already soaked through. Not to mention her hair. Bits and pieces of dark strands stuck up wildly in all directions. She typically kept her hair up in a curled up bun so as to prevent the heavy locks from getting in the way of her face.

"Gonna need more fuel and at least a reload of new missiles." She murmured to herself. Mechanics and ordnanmen went scurrying under the TR-20. They were fast, but it would feel like ages until they were out in the black again.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

BYOO: Liberating a droid foundry controlled by Directive 9 droids
Post: 6

Now she was doubly intrigued by what had been going on on this world and this droid collective it seemed. To incorporate cybernetics to such a degree in an organic, almost to the point where one could say they were more droid than human. Her Wights assaulting the assembly lines were reporting not just normal droid lines, but assembly pods of some sort that would release more of these altered organics. Most of the facility had been cleared, and Taeli was now standing in the command center.

More Aurora security was enroute to secure the facility against counterattack, without droids as she suspected until the main Alliance force took down the central intelligence... best not to give it extra forces.

"Did you find the experimental data yet?" she asked.

"Not yet, Lady Raaf," a Wight responded. She had ordered the Wights with her to start scouring and recording as much of the data as they could of what occurred here. The central intelligence, Mentor it had called itself, might have considered the dismembered, smoking corpses beyond the security door a failure... but she saw it as an important advancement. They would have to be quiet about pursuing further research, but she saw an opening there for the taking.

"Security team, five minutes out. Enemy droids focused on main facility."

"Someone must be drawing their attention there, good for us then," Taeli said. She was sure to send a message to Alliance command that she had seized a droid foundry so reinforcements would not be coming from her sector.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

BYOO: Make The Most
Allies: [member="Saffron"]
Post 8

Presumably Lord Fa would have preferred for them to go and visit that safe-room.

Mostly because contrary to most two-bit Sith, the Thirriken had not mastered the art of escaping death. Not that it would matter much, it was not a secret that Tai Fa had a meeting with Saffron on the Arceneau Trade Fleet today. If he miraculously survived... it would have asked too many uncomfortable questions. Not to mention that he would not be able to save Vnut.

And that was simply unacceptable.

It was quite difficult these days to find competent help.

"We will stand strong here.​

No flight from odium's wrath.​

You have my wing now."​

​

All Saffron would sense was strong determination. He supposed that morale would have been lost regardless, if they had left the bridge. Why would they fight for their superiors, if those same superiors were so willing to leave them behind in the first place? That wouldn't have made much sense. Hence, this was the only acceptable and logical course of action.

Sadly.

The things he put himself through to gain valuable contracts of weapons and armor.

 

[Saffron]

[member="Tai Fa"]

Poor Lord Fa. He would have much rather spent time in the safe room that was for sure. Yet his words along with the manner by which he one again allowed Saffron to take his wing endeared him to the young blonde Companion. A smile of gratitude at his understanding shone at his direction. The captain could only give a curt nod, what else could he do? He had thought that he was placing the executive's life at risk here, but it was easy to see that Saffron was not the sort to merely slip quietly away and think of her own wellbeing.

"Sir! Our scanners have picked up Alliance ships nearby!"

Well maybe the tide would turn.

"Hail them, perhaps they may be able to aid us with this menace."

 

[H3xle]

Objective: PVE Ground
Allies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]
Post: 11

"Main line, push!" He shouted over comms as team two made an end run around the right flank.

"Right flank hold the line! Team Seven, wrap the left. Main line, grenades!" He called out orders. On his HUD, he watched as team two moved around and toward the node.

He loaded grenade after grenade, launching them into the droid army until he was out of them. The main line had coordinated, piling grenades into the center of the droid line. They punched a hole in it, and pushed. The smaller section was on the left, and Team seven had them pinned against the main lines rear guard. The right side was fully encapsulated, and the GADF soldiers began to chew through them.

Then came the call.

"Fire in the hole!" Team two ran laterally away from the node, on a line so they didn't charge into the droid army. Moments later, the node blew. More shield went down as now two nodes were out of the circuit. All the while, the troopers were whittling down the remainder of the droid army near the node.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

"Eleven you're grounded. Can't risk a run in that status," Asmus declared flatly. He ran a hand through his tousled hair. An engineer brought him a packet of juice with a straw. He was glad of just some refreshment. His display brought up a holo of the status of each craft as they were reloaded with proton torpedoes designed for air to ground engagements. The ground forces would be able to tag targets on the battlespace for rapid assault.

His left hand brought up the Squadron channel and tapped into the ship's music databank. The Flight Deck Commander could give him another stern warning, but Rogue Squadron were almost the untouchables of the GADF these days.

"Well then... mood music."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z78PjvfCVTQ

 

[Jairus Starvald]

BYOO: Make The Most
Allies: [member="Saffron"]
Post 9

The little head of the Thirriken cocked to the side.

Apparently there was hope still. With the aid of his scouts, the trade fleet's inherent advantage in sensory equipment and now the Alliance ships dropping in close? There was an option of survival, which pleased Lord Fa. Because he was still a Sith and the idea of dying out here with all his plans still in motion, not even close to competition made him just unsettled.

"If we survive this.​

I think we can help further.​

To create counters."​

​

"Against further threats like these."​

​

It was just like Tai Fa to see an opportunity while in a life or death situation.

But that was part of his appeal. He didn't break down in tense situations, instead his mind just started working faster and faster, being fully functional.

Instead of useless.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: PvE Navy
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Choli Vyn"]
Enemies: AI hive
Post: 9/38

"The enemy is in range!"

"All units, fire!"

To say the least, it was a little worrisome: already Captain Lok, the commanding officer of the Belsar as well as a former allit'buir of Clan Lok back on Azure, began to wager as to whether Cathul would have sufficient Force-batteries to keep using battle meditation with his bridge crew. A hundred proton torpedoes were targeted by the fleet's point-defense but, given the poor point-defense of the cruisers, many of them hit the Asmeru and the Barkesh. But, as expected by Cathul, there was a lag between the time where the thermal shields are lowered and when they are sufficiently recharged to be raised again. The enemy couldn't raise the shields immediately after the volley of proton torpedoes, fired from flak guns, fired. A devastating alpha strike was delivered from multiple ships and the lightly-armed carrier would be aimed by hundreds of turbolasers, hundreds of missiles, some of which are energy torpedoes, others are proton rockets, and others still are assault concussion missiles. The 46 point-defense hardpoints were overwhelmed by such a deluge of fire, some of them exploded, taking some of the proton torpedo launchers with them, and causing the enemy carrier to become a lame duck. But clearly her Force-batteries were being strained, and worse than when she cured a patient from lung cancer using Force-healing.

"I can't keep going much longer"

"What is it, Therapist Actual?"

"We'd better win this before my Force-batteries run out"

Spoiler

Capital ships:

ANS Belsar (Belsar-class command cruiser)
ANS Asmeru (Dreadnought Mk3) moderate damage
ANS Barkesh (Dreadnought Mk3) moderate damage
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:
82 XJ3 X-Wings (deployed)
74 D-Wings (deployed)

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

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

The droid began purring.

Sitting in the Scary Kay Creator Lady's lap, the Cathar-like robo-youngling settled into the ride atop the large droid. His tail, curled around so that it lay beside his left leg, twitched happily as he purred intermittently.

To make matters even more bizarre - for a droid - he actually giggled when the Scary Kay Creator Lady began coming up with different names for him. "No, everyone calls me BeeBee," the cub remarked, with a smile up at the lady's face.

As they rode toward their destination, the boy-bot's mind worked to try and find an appropriate data point from which to extrapolate further inquiry. A question, his programming suggested, was likely appropriate in order to continue the conversation.

Wireless data packet transfer was, of course, a more efficient, high speed means of transmitting or receiving information. But humans seemed to prefer modes of messaging that were... very analog.

"So... where did you come from, Mistress Kay?" the droid asked curiously. "There's usually no one here but droids."

Well, that was a bit of hyperbole. The droid population of Mechis III was not 100%, merely 99.899%. With the remainder 0.1 being the researchers monitoring the construction and development.

He hoped that she would not mind the slight exaggeration of the statistical data sets.

 

[Chalim Vern]

They dropped out of hyperspace and it was like looking at a star, the amount of weapons going off lit the area like... well, a star. Chalim looked back to his crew, a bunch of ramshackled people hired to diliver supply's to the people on the ground by the Galactic Alliance.
At least that's what they looked like to most; to Chalim they looked like the only people he trusted to go in a fight with. He saw a soldier, an assassin, a sniper, an astromech droid that's less inconspicuous than a rock, but more deadly than a blaster shot, the best doctor in over half the galaxy, and the best copilot a person could want.
"Get to your stations people, we're going down!"
They all started scurrying off, getting to the guns and Charal sitting down right next to him, eyes darting across the many screens showing the integrity of the systems.
"Oh and don't forget..." "We know!" Sala interrupted.
Chalim smiled, they knew him so well.
"[member="Cathul Thuku"], this is the crew of the Celestial, requesting air support to deliver relief supplies to those on the ground."