Gods of Iron (GA dominion of Yag'dhul)

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Post count: 11/20
Allies: Theatrics!
Enemies: Space folks, [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]
Objective: Be the roopers shephard

"The snubs have been destroyed."

"Whoever's guiding that fleet is a bit of a crafty one. Are they in range?"

"The capital ships are just on the edge of our turbolasers' capabilities. We'll need to get closer if you wish to engage."

"I see. Fighters approaching?"

"A number of them. We'll have an exact one soon. Records of organic tactics suggest they intend to use bombers to cripple the Dreadnoughts, and move in shortly thereafter to clean up the remains."

"Of course. Retain the planetary blockade. Have the fifteen draw focus on seperating this fleet further from the Alliance."

"Monitor?"

"We will not chase a foe we do not know. Our goal is Yag'dhul's Given, not war. So long as we can retain a defense against this fleet, we will continue with our prior objective."

"Why try to cut off the Alliance?

"The less boots on the ground there are, the better off we will be. Their fleet strength comes from these interlopers, but the true threat is the enemy on the ground."

"Understood -- I've word of alliance marines aboard one of the Harvest ships."

The Monitor paused. This represented an opportunity. If he still had lips, he would have been smiling. He accessed the open comm channel.





"Interlopers. I will ask again that you cease all action. The Givin people of Yag'dhul have agreed to ascension. You are hindering that effort. Furthermore, we have a number of your soldier aboard our harvest ships. We've no desire for violence -- if you insist on continuing against us, your fleets will be annihilated, and your soldiers will be summarily executed in due time. Consider your options, cease this needless battle, and we may open a dialogue."

 

[Deagan Hunt]

Location: Givin Domain - Yag’Dhul System
Objective: Figure out what’s going on
Allies: [member="Samael Rekali"]
[3/20]

“Job’s a bust?” The Zeltron would exclaim, a wave of amusement coming from Deagan. It was a smirk that would not last long.

Murphy’s law stated that anything that could go wrong will go wrong. This was that exact situation. Everything went to feth.

Beside them, a massive explosion would rock their small hangar, prompting the sudden lurch and duck of both men and a loud stream of, “Ta shi suo you di yu de diao zi de ma!”

Literally, ‘mother of all prostitutes in hell’ in his native tongue.

“The hell?!” fire, brimstone, and the sudden modulated voices of the peons of the Architects would echo.

Citizen, stand down. Await neutralization. Citizen, standdown. Await neutralization.

Deagan’s eyes would bulge, “The hell I will!” the whine of a powercell along with the tight grip of his blaster spoke his contrary opinion on the matter.

“The feth kind of gig you got us in Rekali?!”

 

[Tilda Sai]

Location: Given Domain - Yag’Dhul System
Objective: Save Yag’Dhul and utilize the brunt of Omega Pyre Forces to combat the Architects.
Allies: Omega Pyre and Galactic Alliance
[4/20]

Omega Pyre Defense Platform
Fleet-Com

“We got movement across sector Auresh, Cresh, Xesh.” Major Anika Od’Manteiv’s voice was a familiar curt, modulated voice throughout all Omega Pyre comm systems. She was the ‘Eye in the Sky’, the one who would relay the vast network of information and orbital scans from the variety of drones, satellites, and ground unit holocams.

“I need support of Unit Besh-Nine-Esk-Dorn,” everyone around the bridge of the Fleet-Com defense platform orbiting Yag’Dhul was in overdrive.

“Shields at maximum, send cover fire to our boys proving Cas-a-vac,” terse and to the point, the Anaxi native swept her fingers across the multitude of holoscreens, receiving and sending encrypted data packets and visuals.

“Activate Thesh Protocal,” a grim line set her lips in a thin line. Mass evacuation of civilians while the Galactic Alliance gave the Architects their due.

“Get me information on the Planetary leaders”

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Capital
Objective: B
Allies: GA, [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"],
Neutral: [member="First Daughter"]
Enemies: Architect Forces
Post Count: [5/20]

Everything was set up from every corner of the military base that was under the dominance of the Alliance. It was the only area free of the sea of Architect Servitors, and it was the area that the clone was determined to hold up against the droids. He did admit that the odds were against him and his men when the Servitors would approach the complex from all sides of the building. Despite the odds not in their favor every soldier would stand their ground and not break ranks. If someone from the company would do such action, then they would be viewed as a man or woman with no honor, valor, and courage for not standing up against the very thought of Death. Living without those three things made one feel worthless and ashamed of their own self. Canal rather died with honor, valor, and courage than live his life as a coward which was something that no one could redeem themselves of.

On top of the roof the clone could see almost everything. Smoke rising in the sky, buildings burning in fire, bodies of organics and synthetics littered on the streets, and a number of droids heading towards the military complex that was taken by Canal and his company. The first ones to be fire were the snipers that included Canal as he converted his DC-17m blaster rifle to a sniper rifle. They were insignificant losses to the Architects which could be easily replaced by other droids. They had rocket launchers and other ordnance weapons, but that would be used when a vehicle or a fighter came in to support the infantry.

In the sky he could see a figure flying through the which he was about to shoot down if it wasn't the Mandalorian helmet he saw on the person's head. It wasn't the reinforcements or the evacuation team he was expecting, but he didn't know it was Siobhan under that buy'ce. "Sir," a soldier said to Canal via commlink, "Commander Starchaser isn't picking up." A quick response was relayed from the clone as he was avoiding blaster fire to conserve his personal shield from taking hits. "Contact me once you get a hold of him," and continued back on giving his focus on the enemy after cutting off the link.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member=Monitor]

 

[Qyren Leret]

Location: Harvest Ship
Allies: [member="Rook"] [member="Kix Tal'Verda"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Ijaat Akun"]
Operation: Save the Givin
Post: 8/20


Qyren kept her peace and looked out the clear windows surrounding them as Rook's attention was captured by his teammate. There would be things to do from the first moment they set foot on the Harvest ship, and she had to assume they would have no time to plan. She closed her eyes for a moment, reaching her awareness out, and pulled it back with a soft sigh. The Sith was gone, thankfully; among their number were none Qyren could pinpoint as a threat, and the Force had offered her neither vision nor warning since she had reconnected with Alex. Whatever was to come, she would be facing it without the aid of foresight most likely.

The elevators finally slowed to a halt, jerking slightly. She opened her eyes, and swept them over the doors as she braced herself, shifting into a battle stance in preparation for whatever was beyond the doors; some nearby Givin whimpered in fear. Given their timid reaction, Qyren was momentarily caught off-guard when some of the captives surged out onto the ship upon the opening of the doors and-- in instinctive reaction-- the rest followed. The Twi'lek was swept up in the rush, staggering between them as she tried to keep her balance and her grip on her lightsaber in the surge. She was finally pushed essentially to the edge of the group and forced her way out, finding a small space for herself near the edge of the room. Even as she turned, eyes searching for Rook and company, she wondered: Why would they run into the jaws of danger? Do they not realize what's happening to them?

There he is. Qyren took another step or two back to be certain she wouldn't be run over and waited for the crowd to clear so that she could rejoin the soldiers. When Rook shouted out to someone, Qyren turned her head to see where he was looking. Amid the majority of Givin was one head of very blonde hair.

Spark, she acknowledged, waiting to see if Rook's ally needed assistance against the swarm of aliens around her.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Canal"], [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]
(3/20)



Down on the ground, chaos reigned in the capital city of Yag'Dhul. One might consider the devastated, war-torn city and the flames consuming it an image of hell, but that would be accurate. No, it was the cold, precise hand of the droid at work. Conducting a harvest of organic materiel. By now Siobhan had come close to what seemed to be the former Pyre military base. As a matter of fact, there was a flicker of recognition on her face when she beheld the structure, for it had been set up in the 'old days'. Not being the nostalgic type, she steadfastly refused to call the 'good old days'. Right now the base looked like an island in the middle of an ocean of Servitors and other mechanical creatures that had been unleashed by the Architects.


From high up in the sky, she had a good view of what was transpiring beneath her. Clouds of smoke billowed up into the sky, buildings were put to the torch, there were wrecks of vehicles along with the bodies of organics and droids everywhere. Above all, more and more droids were heading towards the base. Several were taken out by blasterfire that seemed to be coming from the aforementioned base. This was good, for it meant there were still soldiers there. Presumably from the GA since local forces seemed to have been overrun.


The Force Mistress descended down from like some sort of avenging angel. With her power, she manipulated the atoms and molecules in the air, harnessing them through the Force. As one of her gauntlets retracted, electricity cackled across the open palm of her hand, then a powerful current of elemental lightning shrieked from her hand. Lightning, lightning everywhere! A raging whirlwind was conjured up to suck in the horde of droids while the storm of lightning tore through them, frying them. It was a cataclysmic chain reaction of power and soon the street was littered with the destroyed, fried bodies of automatons. But even in spite of this the machines were not giving up easily.

Having focused upon the horde of automatons, Siobhan was blind to the small suicide drones that were sweeping through the air towards her from behind. She felt a premonition in the Force, but by then it was too late as they detonated in a loud explosion close enough to hit her. Beskar armour meant that her body was very shielded, but it did not prevent the kinetic impact caused by the shockwave. Nor did it keep her jetpack from blowing up. Boom. In a good deal of pain and dazed she was descending down from the sky towards the ground from on high.


It was then that she was gripped by the massive, clawed tendrils of what seemed to be some sort of Collector droid. The powerful tentacles wrapped around her with a bone-crushing grip that refused to yield while it tried to tear off her helmet so that it could inject some sort of sedative into her. Siobhan struggled as she tried to escape the hold it had on her, then with her mind she simply crushed some of the tentacles.


As the rending of metal was heard and she was free, her hand enclosed around her shatter pistol and she fired a Killer Spike Round right into its head, unleashing a strong ionic burst along with prolonged electronic damage. The result was that the machine's systems were deactivated and she gripped the wreck to toss it at a bunch of advancing Servitors taking shots at her, burying them. Breathing in, she allowed the Force to guide her and slow her descent as she descended down towards the ground and landed.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Space
7/20


“I don’t mean to tell you how to run your little army, sir, but message from the planet. They’re requesting ships for cargo.” Lexi said, in her practiced sarcasm. Coren rolled the ship and shook his head. Always something. He was going to be forced to retire to a starship, wasn’t he?

No, that was why he had the Supreme Commander, but his writer didn’t bring the big-boss to this because it was a situation of such epic craziness and they were going to lose. Coren took a look at the incoming fighters and opened up with two more scatter missiles. Two to go, keep those on reserve. He nodded, though, he had an idea. Switching to an old transmission code, he was going to ping to the backdoor of FLEETCOM.

“Pyre, its Starchaser. We’ve got people on the planet. We’re looking to secure the world. Kreelan sent us. Contact [member="Canal"] and help him. We’re going to bring the fleet to bear on these Architects.” He rolled again, the Tiburons making short work of anything coming for him. Who was even at the controls? Was it [member="Anika Od'Manteiv"].

He switched transmissions out to Canal this time. “Working on getting ground support. Fleet is working on breaking through. Hang tight, see what you can do to secure the location, and protect the Givin.” The Architects took the world by surprise, it was time for the Alliance to turn that around.

“[member="Rook"]! Whats the situation?”

And that was when he took another laser blast. Fething robots.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Capital
Objective: B
Allies: GA, [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Neutral: [member=First Daughter]
Enemies: The Architects
Post Count: [6/20]

While he and his men on the rooftop continued sniping the droids off one by one with extreme accuracy his concentration was disturbed as he saw the tendrils of blue lightning striking on multiple servitors closing in on the military base. All of this carnage and destruction came from Siobhan who was still suspended in the air. It took out many droids from the field, but if there was one thing about these synthetic creatures was that they didn't know the feeling of fear, or the feeling of losing your morale. They were designed and programmed to take orders from their masters and creatures and nothing more. They had dependent , unlike natural organism who had an independent minds and could do anything without a master. Yes, there were such things as orders and commands in the military but those orders were given by officers who had their fair share on the field.

This tremendous assault from Siobhan increased the morale of Canal and the members of his company, however, it wasn't the time to celebrate their victory. "Get ready for the second wave, troopers. I'll bet they're gonna be more than serious now," he said via commlink as he began to reload his rifle. Suddenly, an explosion occurred in the skies and saw Siobhan blown out of the sky and began descending to the ground until a Collector droid snatched her before she could hit the ground. Luckily, he or anyone had use ammunition on the droid as she destroyed it and buried a group of Servitors with its remains. Their chances of victory increased now that they had a Force User Mandalorian on the battlefield.

Once they finally got ready for the next incoming wave of Servitors the Clone received a transmission coming from [member="Coren Starchaser"] himself. He heard the orders coming from the Commander and he responded back to him with a, "Yes, sir! We're doing the best that we can, sir." It was good news that the Alliance's Fleet was breaking through the Architect's defenses. Finishing the transmission he could hear the firing of a blaster rifle coming from his men as they spot enemy droids marching towards them. "Man your positions! We'll be getting ground support soon!"

Soon™

@Monitor @Anika Od'Manteiv

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Capital city
Post 1

They were odd looking creatures, Jacen reflected. He held out one arm, palm facing backwards and directed the family behind him to retreat into the building. Strange how these errant thoughts still popped into his head in the middle of battle.

As he slowly stepped backwards the machines encroached on his position. They stepped over the bodies of the GADF soldiers and their fellow droids that had already fallen. They acted with caution now. Jacen was grateful for the reprieve. The field dressing had barely stemmed the flow of blood from the wound in his side and his was now without allies. Still there were twelve givin behind him so there was no choice but to fight on.

There was a satisfying creak of leather as both hands came back before him and grasped the hilt of his saber. The golden blade hummed loudly as it came across his body to block the first shot.

 

[Aston Jacobs]

Location:Elevators
Allies: Galactic Alliance-Hope
Objective: Survive

Murmurs,cries,whimpers could be heard reverberating in the elevator as it moved up and looked as it was coming close to its destination. Thoughts of pain and suffering, death and despair flooded this small area that the Jedi Padawan felt openly through the force. The looks on their faces, they had lost so much already, and they weren't sure if they were going to lose anymore. Aston felt the pressure from a small squeeze around the neck of his robes, the young girl was afraid, terrified. "It's alright."

Aston's voice opened up among those around him as he implored to them. "Stay calm, courage is what you will need right now. Panic and your actions without thinking will ensure the death that you all feel might come." Aston showed a small smile, using a surge of his force energy to give them a small sense of comfort. "Do not listen to that voice, think of your lives, families, futures. And you courage will show and outshine everything else, believe in me, believe in that."

Aston glanced up as the doors opened up, and not as urgent as before, they moved outward slowly, towards more groups of givin. The Jedi Padawan stepped out his hand reached for a woman that had just passed. "Please, I need you to take her." Aston showed a somber look that immediately shifted to a small smile as the little girl who had barely knew him did not want to leave his embrace and cried out. "No." Aston shook his head as he handed the young girl to the woman. "Please watch her, things will soon get a little rocky, I will need to defend you all, as will my fellow Jedi that are here."

Aston showed the little girl a small encouraging smile before moving up and calmly making his way through what was a rather flustered crowd already.

 

[Matsu Ike]

Capital City
Post 2/20

Things had been happening, the wanting to work with the alliance and establish a line of better communication dashed when something had attacked and she was moving. Getting into the city and working with the medics to get all that they could while she motioned with the ship. "Use the caskets and help when and where you can. I'll try and get @http://starwarsrp.net/topic/71141-tani-farms/orenStarchaser on the coms and he'll know where you are most needed." She was motioning for them and setting on the holo display while the saber slid into her hand and Matsu was moving to defend them as she deflected a shot. "Coren we have medics on the ground, just tell me where they are needed and we'll work to get them in place."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Canal"], [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]
(4/20)


Droids, droids everywhere! Well, not quite, but close enough. There was something to be said about having hordes of fearless automatons who would neither relent nor yield. Well, unless you used mechu-deru technomancy space magic, but Siobhan did not have that! Regardless, the machines were designed to obey their masters without creation and where ten fell, ten more were soon on the spot to fill the gap and continue the assault.


The ground seemed to shake as Siobhan touched down upon it. There was little respite as the next wave of Servitors was incoming and being met with a hailstorm of blasterfire from the base as the Galactic Alliance soldiers put the invaders under fire. Based on what Siobhan had seen so far, the Servitors were not that heavily armoured or programmed with complex tactical knowledge. However, their blaster weapons packed a punch and they had a significant advantage in numbers, attacking in swarms.


A hail of scarlet blaster bolts seared through the air towards her as she hastened for cover. Fortunately there was plenty of rubble and wreckage lying around. The Mark One Bolter in her grasp barked, spitting out ion shells that produced nicely fried droids. It was always convenient that the bolter was such a versatile weapon supporting various ammo types.


For the most part blaster bolts bounced off her armour or were absorbed by the protective cocoon of the Force, before she harnessed the aforementioned telekinetic shield into a weapon and sent it crashing towards the droids like a battering ram. The telekinetic force impacted with a loud boom as machines were crushed or scattered. As she moved position automatons that resembled modernised droidekas were appearing on the spot, moving over the broken wrecks that had been their Servitor comrades. Unlike the standard droidekas the TradeFed had loved so much, these were equipped with chainguns. The droning whine of a truly absurd number of rounds echoed across the street. Siobhan had thrown up rubble to cover herself as the volley began, but while this blocked several rounds it did not one from colliding with her leg as she moved and thus she fell to the ground.


Ouch. The armour was not penetrated, but a good deal of pain surged through her body. Something had probably been broken inside her. Unluckily for her, it was her bad leg, which had been pretty mucked up over several battles. It protested strongly when she tried to get up. The roar of engines was heard when Collector droids began swooping down from the sky while the droidekas rained down their hailstorm. Some Collectors were coming for her, others were shooting towards the rooftop of the base where the GA soldiers were. An intense feeling of rage coursed through Siobhan as she kept her head down.


Her rage exploded into a powerful whirlwind that swept towards the flying machines, blossoming into a raging tempest. Collector droids were gripped by the funnel and knocked off-course or plain and simply tossed. Ion grenades were pulled from Siobhan's belt by some invisible power and propelled forth, creating a whirlwind of grenades that fell upon the machines. It was just a respite, but the Force poured strength into her muscles and suddenly she leapt into the air, like some sort of organic rocket ship or a Dark Phoenix ripoff. Carried by the Force alone she flew towards the roof where Canal and his soldiers were positioned, even as more blasterfire came her way.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Swift and as fluid as a willow caught in a storm, his blade moved between blocks. A torrent of fire was focused on the Jedi Master as he slowly back pedalled. It was an odd race, played out at a walking pace. If he made it back through the doorway behind him he could hold that tunnel, give the civilians time to escape. If they closed and surrounded him before that, they'd cut him down.

Their inexorable approach seemed to be winning. As they closed they fanned out, looking for openings. With a grunt he used some of his remaining strength to send a a cascade of rocks towards one of the droids. It buckled under the attack, but would not be stopped.

Another droid turned its weapons towards one of the civilians still exposed. Jacen saw what was coming, and felt it through the Force. That beam lances out and he had to stretch to deflect it. At the same moment two more came for his torso; a carefully calculated strike to push him beyond the limits they had been measuring.

The barrier shimmered to life around him and was abruptly dispersed back into the Force. He dropped to one knee, the smell of burnt flesh reaching his nostrils as he fought to hold back the pain.

 

[Roth Tillian]

2/20
"Roger that, Starchaser," Roth replied, sending his fighter into a roll to dodge an incoming blast after hearing [member="Coren Starchaser"]'s reply. "Will keep that in account." Now to figure out how to proceed. He dropped down as another barrage blasted his way.Disable the engines on the unmoving ships. With a massive fleet battle in progress and all sorts of blasts criss-crossing here and there. He had an idea and tapped the comms for the Knights.

"Knights, we're going for a microjump."

He tapped on his computer, pulling up a detailed map of the system and selecting a coordinate behind the blockade and below the fleet. Now this would be dangerous. It'd have to be perfect to avoid crashing into the planet's gravity well. He sent the coordinates to the his squadron through the Force, sending them a strong image of the coordinates until they confirmed that they had received it. Now he settled himself in the Force, feeling out the strands that tied together the living and separated them from the dead and mechanical ones. The planet teemed in a morass of emotions. But he had to keep that even in hyperspace.

With a nudge from the Force, he hit the switch and the squadron vanished into hyperspace. Roth stayed in the Force, feeling for the moment. It came and he suddenly dropped out of hyperspace. The rest of the squadron reverted behind him, with the enemy fleet looming above them.

Roth slumped in his seat, letting out a long breath. That was terrifying. No more microjumps for a long while if he could help it.

"Time for business, Knights. Disable the ship engines and prevent them from leaving with the prisoners."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Space
8/20

He was going to have to keep fighting. He knew Spark and Rook and the rest of the Guard and Tibs were on the ships, he was reaching out to the Force to feel for them, but we all know the tale. Coren Starchaser is not very good with the Force, no formal training, not a Jedi, not a Sith, actually an enemy to both of those groups, and he was taught by the Aing-Tii and the Wardens of the Sky. He learned what he could in the Fringe Federation, but now? He was using what he knew, no longer concerned with learning the next big trick. He knew he’d not go toe to toe and survive against the Sith, so he was going to learn ways around that.

And those ways were going to help him here, against the Architects. Keep moving, keep working fast, hit the light, but hit them often. He was nodding when he heard the response from [member="Roth Tillian"], and at that point, the system known as Lexi started to assign targets and divvy them out to the Tiburons. The group, aside from Tiburon 2, a Gand pilot, broke off to engage.

Coren and his wing were going to handle things out here, and that meant play a target. As the ShortFin could out maneuver nearly anything else in play, Coren was feeling confident. And it gave him something to concentrate on while he was waiting for word from [member="Rook"] or [member="Spark Finn"]. Engines and shields to full, a roll would protect him from a laser blast, and weapon systems were turned off. It was up to Tiburon Two to protect him at this point.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

The tip of a lightsaber just caught another silvery beam as it arced out towards the civilians. The bolt threw up a cloud of detritus as it hit another building to their right.

"Run!" Jacen grunted as he shakily returned to his feet. His face was a grimace of pain, but his eyes were set with determination. His left hand came up holding his occluder handcannon. At this distance the scatter blaster obliterated the droid on his left.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Location: Capital City
Objective: Observe, possibly grab a souvenir
Allies: None
Enemies: None

While [member="Canal"] and his men rained death and destruction on the droids, she had other plans now. Apparently, the GA was mounting something of a counter-offensive. Enough to keep the droids busy so transports get out? Or was the fight legitimately being taken to them? Time would tell and ...

"Surrender or die!" a mechanical voice boomed from behind her. Sighing, she began to turn to see three of those Servitor droids advancing on her, guns aimed directly at her.

"Now, I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement..." she said, slowly raising her hands as she finished her turn. That was when her lightsaber snapped into her hand, the red blade igniting to deflect the bolt heading for her head back at one of the droids. Bothersome pests, she thought as she launched herself forward, the red blade flashing and severing smoking and sparking limbs. One droid down, one damaged, and one advancing with its equivalent of a vibroknife.

A dodge then her lightsaber came up and took the hand off, a flick of her hand and the droid was without a leg. One more twist of her hand and the droid was scrap. The damaged one tried to raise its gun, but she drove her lightsaber threw its chest into its power core. The red blade disappeared, but she kept the hilt in her hand.

Bending down though, she took the head of one of the destroyed units and used the Force to tear apart the outer shell and parts until she found the droid's processing unit. Placing it carefully in a pouch on her belt, she would take that back with her to analyze. These droids, while seemingly simple, had to have some interesting data locked away in them. She would find it, one way or another.

 

[Spark Finn]

Harvest Ship

The old mercenary probably saw a mop of blond hair before it disappeared. But she didn't disappear in the crowds, she disappeared in the force: the white current. That same move saved her bony-butt from being pummeled by Adekos' droid minions on Raxus Prime. Rook's comm would light up as she pinged her signal back to him. He and the others could follow her trail. She was already halfway to the Harvest ship's command room.

The technopath was feeling her way around the ship, tentatively mentally plugging into the ship's tech and gear to build up a mental map, the same mental map she transmitted to Rook and his team and to Coren. They were fighting the skies. They would need to know the harvest ships' potential weaknesses to stop the weapons while keeping the Givins alive inside.

#astickybusiness #notimeforselfies #moreselfieslater


[member="Qyren Leret"] [member="Rook"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Capital
Objective: B
Allies: GA, [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Neutral: [member="First Daughter"]
Enemies: The Architects
Post Count: [7/20]

As the second wave of Servitors began to march their way to the one area they haven't secured sniper fire continued to rain down upon them which began piles of droid corpses causing the droids to maneuver their way out of them, thus giving more time to those defending the base. They were given more time than expected if it wasn't for the rage of Siobhan who seemed to have more fight than anticipated. Any regular being would immediately be out of the fight that was blown out of the sky and landed on the ground from hundreds of feet. That woman could be the equivalent of a god who possessed a mortal life just by the sheer damage she caused to Architect's forces.

After the rampage Siobhan caused enemy aircraft support came to the general area of the base and began a barrage of anti-personnel projectiles. While it didn't affect those inside the structure of the building it did affect to the soldiers on the rooftop. Luckily, however, they did notice that they were inbound and had enough time to find cover to avoid the projectiles from the gunships. They were about to sue their rocket launchers against the Collector-class droids but then a whirlwind grasped them and knocked them off course and away from the base. There were some casualties, but if it wasn't for that miraculous wind then casualties would've been much more than what it currently was.

"Get back to your positions, soldiers. We don't have to worry about being shot from the air," and then he heard more explosions after giving orders to his men. The earth also shook from the magnitude of it and the eye could see more synthetic carnage coming from the Collector droids that buried other droids with its remnants. He could only assume it was the same figure that just recently shot out tendrils of lightning to the Servitors and spiked a Collector droid to the very ground that buried groups of Servitors. The Cavalry came too early since their standoff didn't kicked off, but more the merrier.

When Siobhan jumped to the very rooftop of the military complex the Clone said, "Someone, who is capable of getting their hands messy, give medical attention to her," and reacting to his order one of the snipers broke his position to give medical aid to Siobhan. If they wanted another whirlwind, then it was best to give her a break and some bacta to help her recover from the damage she had taken.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

The cone of boltlettes had barely spread out when they hit the droid. It's outer casing was vaporised and with a white flash its body collapsed as sparks and hit shards of metal went flying.

Jacen could tell his strength was wavering. He'd lost enough blood to cause the edges of his vision to darken. His saber moved in a less assured pattern as he continued his desperate defence.

One step later and he realised he had crossed the threshold. The corridor behind him led down into the subterranean hover train network. He took two quick steps and the angle of attack for the droids was reduced to almost nothing.

"Come on then!" he screamed in defiance. They did. Forced through the narrow corridor they fell in droves. Soon the dark tunnel was full of twitching droid bodies but they kept coming. They were seemingly desperate to get at the civilians cowering in the dark tunnels far behind them. They crawled over the carcasses of their fellow droids and came on. Jacen held his ground.