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Location: Aboard the Titanic - En Route to Obroa-skai Via Droid Drop Pod Objective: - WIN - Allies: CIC & Friendly Fleshbags Enemies: UCM & Conspirators Specific Tags: @OOM-001-JELLYBEAN @OOM-003-CUPCAKE @Scherezade deWinter | [member="Fiore de Noir"]
Honeycomb had no idea why the 001 was punching him in the arm. Perhaps she was jealous that his attention was focused on the voluptuous auburn haired woman. It seemed that he had managed to make the human woman blush, so he must have said something correct. It was no small task to impress a woman, though it seemed he did so at the expense of earning the ire of another. The B1 unit shrugged at the hopes of his decommissioning. There really was nothing he could say in response or retort to that. Perhaps he was close to the edge of it, but the droid wouldn't know it.
"But if she did that, then she would not have companionship. You are not jealous are you, Jellybean?"
Could a droid be jealous? Honeycomb did not know nor did he care. It seemed to be thing that the fleshbags would ask, so he asked it. There was going to be little time for him to get an answer to his question as it was time to head back to the drop pod for their assault.
"Roger, Roger," The metallic voice sounded at the order.
***
Dark. The worst part about dropping was being folded up and offline for the moment. 002 was nothing cannon fodder sometimes, but this was what he had been made for. He was offline, then he was online. He could hear the orders coming from the auburn haired woman, and their instructions to move toward the city. If he could have winked, Honeycomb would have. Instead all he said was, "Roger, Roger."
Everything was happening so quickly. But then again she had been in situations like this before. Back on Commenor. The Sith had attacked them then, blockading the planet and placing it under siege before the inevitable occupation. Events took place rather quickly then too.
Yet at least right now they had some time to prepare.
[member="Adara Raxis"] didn't seem to want to look for secret passages. Instead she had just wanted to be cuddled with her Porgs. Perhaps after a few moments she'd change her mind.
Kay looked to Sanya as she requested some of her blood. Was she really going to be that picky as to who could ride on her ship when they were all in danger? There was no time for such nonsense, especially as they were currently on the same playing field during this attack. But Kay complied anyways, pricking the tip of her ring finger and handing those droplets of blood over.
While she was distracted with her thoughts, a lightsaber was placed in her hand. It felt quite foreign, given that it wasn't one of her own. "Yes, I know how to one of these...." Although it had been a while, Kay knew how to wield one. More often than not, people had kept her away from the fighting.
Her attention then turned to her grand-niece as she started to reveal her skills. Cloaking, moving objects and...disappearing? Well that was new. How much different was it from cloaking? There was no time to ponder on it for long however, as Adara tried to tear away from her to look for her missing little friend. "Adara! Stay with me! We'll look together! She could just be scared and hiding." Kay kept a firm grip on her hand. Maybe this was a good way to get Adara hidden. "Come on! This way!" She started leading her further into the ship, all the while she hoped that it wouldn't be long before they could take off. They were too vulnerable on the ground.
OOC: I accidentally edited this post and submitted the post I was making for later in this box, when I was meaning to copy the header only. Just slipped my mind, sorry about that. From what I can recall about the post was Ruus loading everyone up and telling Skorvek that he would follow them. The next post will be what happens afterward. Again, sorry about this!
Fire scarred the heavens as Sith and Golden vessels unleashed their anger upon one another. Upon his throne, Larraq watched the display of power that played out between the two forces. <Still the same.> Larraq thought as particle beams, high frequency light waves, and hyper-energized plasma bolts crisscrossed the void. Sparing a glance at one of the cracked monitors at his side, Larraq let his eyes dance over the numbers being spat out by the ship's computer, courtesy of a functioning DER sensor. Wavelength frequencies, particulate levels, thermal energy estimations, EM and UV radiation flares upon interaction with shields. The enemy of the Mando'ade showed their hand as Larraq drew near. And as the Mausoleum hurled towards the golden invaders, Larraq discerned the weight and measure of his foe.
Returning his attention to the sword in his hands, Larraq breathed deep with lungs that drew no air, closed his spectral eyes, and let himself flow once more into the blade. Upon the hull of the Mausoleum, long dead weapons began to repair themselves, twisting and contorting as shorn metal erected itself into its rightful, cylindrical form. Mechanical parts drifted together, coalescing into the complex shapes that human hands had once created. Wires and cables and power conduits snaked outward from within the hull of the ship to once again connect with the weapons that adorned the mighty vessel.
From the swarm of starfighters and missiles and drones that battled one another in the heavens, three small probes broke rank from their duties and approached the ancient behemoth of wars gone by. Faster and faster they moved as they hurled themselves at the strange machine that flooded the void with radiation and a sick sense of the unnatural. The beast of a ship paid the probes no heed as they approached, nor even as they passed through the space that should have been occupied by a shield and smashed themselves against the hull of the mighty vessel. The Mausoleum, for her part, did not even flinch at the experience. She merely continued her ever-quickening approach as the debris from the dead probes pulled apart and drifted over the surface of the vessel where their component parts now found themselves incorporated into ever-repairing weaponry. Within the ship, the complex machines that had once projected energy shields over the vessel contorted themselves as wire and metal sought to reclaim a former shape.
As the Mausoleum drew near, Larraq felt movement. Ever so slightly, the greatest of the golden fleet's vessels angled her side flush with the Mausoleum's approach, the ship's computer spitting out automated alarms as the DER detected an energy buildup along the hostile vessel's flank. The reassembly slowed slightly, but did not stop as Larraq opened his eyes and let part of his focus move away from the sword in his hands. <I see you too.> Larraq thought as his right hand abandoned the weapon to hover over a keypad build into the arm of his throne.
Elsewhere on the bridge, a switch was flipped and long dead shields came back to life. Another switch flipped, and long silent weapons drew power once again. The deck of the ship hummed and vibrated as eight massive Vulcan cannons began to spin.
Location: Obroa Skai, Archive
Objective: Defend the Archive from enemy forces
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Weapons: Under weapons always with Venandi
Allies: UCM, defenders
Enemies: CIC, CIS, attackers
OOC: Was given permission by deWinter to say that her droids are in looking distance.
Brothers Weapons:
Venandi- Westar-M5 and duel DC-17 pistols
Surge- Bowcaster and rocket launcher as primaries, duel DC-17 pistols
Cutter- Z6 and duel DC-17 pistols
Strings- 2 DC-15s and duel DC-17 pistols
Venandi and his brothers were ready, the foilage they had hidden in was from the little open area before the archive itself. There was a sort of park located there, meant to calm visitors and those there, and provide an area for people to read. Now though it would do something else, it would provide a killing zone for the soldiers. They had set up, hiding themselves as well as could be done in such loose cover, while the coconuts got to work behind them. Trusting that they'd do actual work, Venandi didn't keep an eye on the coconuts, instead keeping an eye on the streets, waiting for the enemy to arrive. That was until a snort of disbelief was heard from one of his brothers.
Sighing at the snort, Venandi turned his head to observe the coconuts, only to give his own snort of disbelief. They were setting up relief items, things that would be needed in peace time, not war, yet they thought they were helping. Shaking his head, Venandi decided to humor them. He stood up and took a few steps towards a nearby table, on which there were ration bars and water bottles. Smirking behind his helmet, Venandi grabbed 4 of each and tossed the extra 3 to his brothers, while keeping a pair for himself. Nodding in thanks to the coconut, Venandi chuckled inside his helmet, even as he went back to his position, taking his helmet off in the process and taking a bite from the ration bar.
Relaxing, Venandi kept an eye on the street across the small park clearing while continuing to eat, enjoying his little pre battle snack. He'd eaten his way through his ration bar quickly and was drinking from his water bottle when he saw them, off in the distance. For a moment he froze, then the bottle fell from his hand in shock while his mind flashbacked to the war, the Clone War. What had happened there wasn't pretty, and even though Venandi knew the CIS were still around somehow, he didn't expect this.
Off in the distance of the streets were droids, CIS B1 battledroids. Not caring about the mess he'd just made, Venandi grabbed his helmet and slammed it on his head again, immediately warning his brothers about the enemy approaching.
"Contact! It's... oh Fett no, it's CIS B1s." They should be easy to deal with, if there weren't a lot of them. But still, it was the past come back to life. "They've come back for us brothers, come back from the war." Taking a shaky breath, Venandi turned his head to the coconuts, still going about their business. The sight cheered him up, and he returned his gaze to the droids. "They've come back, but I doubt they've changed. Let's show the modern CIS di'kuts why clones, and even moreso ARCs, were superior. For our brothers!"
His brothers repeated the cry, even as they prepared themselves to open fire on the enemy. The droids were closing in, even when so far away, their clanks still echoed, their look was so similar as to be the same, it unnerved Venandi. He had fought this enemy countless times, no doubt he'd fight them countless more times, though he wished he wouldn't. Almost 900 years had passed, why couldn't the droids just rust away, never to return? Venandi didn't know, nor did he have anything resembling an answer. Thus he looked through the scope on his Westar-M5, taking careful aim at the droids as they neared. He could've opened fire 10 paces ago, but had waited, now it was time.
Giving a green light to his brothers, Venandi opened fire on the drois. He and his brothers aimed for joints or the head. Surge fired for clusters using his bowcaster, Cutter aimed to cut the droids down by sending a line of plasma down their ranks, hoping to cut the droids in half, while Strings aimed for joints along with Venandi. They opened fire with the precision of men well attuned to each other and their weapons, men who had fought an enemy before and were unleashing their rage in a controlled manner. They fired into the droid ranks, sorely hoping that the droids weren't endless here as they had been before, not that it mattered, they'd fight and kill as many as they had to. And so they fired, each with their own weapons, each aiming for weak points according to their own weapons, and each unleashing their rage.
"My Lady, we're picking up a hostile force moving towards the primary archives on the planet," Tarkin reported, a holo-display coming out of his gauntlet. "Enemy composition is unknown, but likely droids of some sort."
"The archive must be protected at all cost," she said quietly, her rage barely contained within her tone. Any enemy force that might even accidentally destroy the knowledge contained on the planet had to be completely eradicated, their commanders either killed or captured... that was assuming the Lady of Secrets was feeling merciful. She wasn't today. "Land around the archive and set up defensive positions as quickly as possible."
"As you command, my Lady," Tarkin replied, relaying orders to the Shadow Captains and from them to their Division Captains. Through the front viewport of their transport, the archive came into view and for the Confedracy forces marching towards the library that contained information on over three hundred thousand species and counting, they would see the black transports roaring towards them from the other direction, Sith fighters still escorting them in. The fleet she had brought hadn't been engaged, but Commodore Fidelias was holding position while the Iron Wolves made for their target. He would keep her informed on their progress.
The first transports began to land, disgorging their troops in a rush of armor and weapons from the side doors. Taeli joined them on the droid, lightsaber hilt already in hand as she looked out towards the rapidly approaching enemy forces. She could feel a dark presence leading them, some Sith or Dark Jedi of the CIS no doubt. That presence felt... odd, as though everything was a game, but there was a lust for death and destruction lurking there. Lovely. Her presence would call out to the enemy commander, challenging her to come while her men continued to land and prepare firing positions at the foot of the archives. She doubted everyone would be landed or defenses prepped before they arrived however.
"B1s, you have got to be joking," someone behind her muttered. Her men were using their helmet's electrobinoculars no doubt. "Walking tin cans with terrible aim, you would think the CIS would have better."
Oh she was sure they had better droids, lurking, just waiting to be revealed... and much more deadly. She wasn't concerned, she wanted one thing at the moment... to defeat this commander and make an example of them about what happens when a library world is attacked.
For a moment, there was quiet. Far too much quiet for Erik's liking. Then, a trooper spoke up to him. "Yes. Cautious." he replied. Erik started to move forward then stopped in his tracks. "Wait." he said as he looked about. The sounds of approaching starfighter engines alerted him. He looked up to the skies above to see fighters on an approach towards his position. "Everybody down!" he roared as he pushed the trooper(Lannik) into a lagoon and jumped in behind him. As the dropship was attempting to take off, it was obliterated by the multiple fighters that strafed their position. Few of the troopers managed to survive with only a few scrapes or bruises, but most of the squad was gunned down.
Erik remained beneath the waters for a few moments before coming up to look around at what had transpired. He pulled himself out of the murky waters, using a tree root as leverage. "Damn." he said beneath his breath. Erik turned his gaze to the trooper(Lannik). "We have to keep moving. Use the trees and fog as cover. The swamp shall be our camoflauge." Erik brushed off a bit of leftover swamp foliage fro his shoulder. "Any word from other squads that have landed?" Erik asked. "We are going to have to link with others soon now with half our squad taken out."
[SIZE=10pt]Location: Space Port -> Celebratus Archive[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Fend off the invaders[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: UCM & Friends[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Enemies: CIS & Pals[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]The ship was live, and Karl was echoing in Fiore’s ear letting her know. The man she had radioed seemed to be busy with what he was doing. So instead she remained hidden for the time being waited for forces to show up in massive numbers. While she waited for the chaos to occur, she helped the local forces along with Lids and Kirkland thin out any groups that had shown their faces at the spaceport. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]There wasn’t much, but once any stragglers were picked off, the same local officer ran up and greeted the Eldorai woman. “Thanks for the support.” The man smiled and Fiore nodded, unsure how to really respond. “Uh it was nothing.” She turned her head away slightly and blushed and coughed to try and make herself feel less awkward. “Are there any reports on where else they might be landing?” [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]It was just then the Captain paused and pressed the device in his ear tightly. “Yes. Okay, I’ll send help” Perfect timing. He cleared his throat and continued. “Looks like they’re headed to the library – few stuffs there that’s protected and the likes. Guess they are just attracted to large shiny things or something.” The man shrugged and Fiore sighed. “Easily entertained then.” She spoke softly.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“Sounds about right. Here’s a code to our secure comm, also Tips will be your code name.” Fiore raised an eyebrow at the code name and figured it was because of her pointed ears, how clever. The Captain had lost his charm, but she nodded and accepted. “We’ll head that why then.” A wave of her hand and the others filed into order. The ramp lowered enough for the rest of them to jump on and quickly lift off. Fiore let the others settle in for the moment as she loaded in the code for the secure line, as she did so she opened up a secure comm with [member="Cardinam"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“We’re in the air, heading towards these coordinates” She quickly sent him the location she was given by the Captain. “I’m listening to the chatter to see if we can get any more information on what’s going on. Nothing much happened at the port – but I don’t’ expect the whole day to be a walk in the park.” [/SIZE]
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[member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]
[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt][member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="OOM-001-JELLYBEAN"], [member="OOM-002-HONEYCOMB"], [member="OOM-003-CUPCAKE"], @Erik Morshna, [member="Haastal Verd"], [member="Valery"], [member="Prime"], [member="Lynda Dorn"], [member="Ves Fett"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Kad Munin"] [member="Kaine Australis"] please let me know if I missed something.
It was as if his reminder was the herald to the percussion of death that rained down from above. All he could remember was a softly spoken ‘wait’ and the ominous hum that sent the fine hair on the back of his neck standing.
It was all Chaos the next moment.
All Lannik felt was an impact at his side, and he was sent flying, his armoured limbs akimbo as he flailed wildly for a hot second… before he plopped none too gracefully into the lagoon he was carefully avoiding while he was securing the perimeter. Even as he continued to sink down the murky depth, he could see the vivid bolts of lasers flashing overhead. Like his superior, the sergeant paused, allowing the weight of his armour to pull him deeper downwards until he saw the other began to make for the surface.
Despite his own reluctance, the stormtrooper followed after Lieutenant Morkshna, his display began to update and revert with a list of casualties. Gritting his jaw in frustration at the knowledge, the brunet cursed the Maker on their behalf even as he pulled himself out of the clouded waters, his form concealed by the thick foliage.
Ever professional when he was with an unknown quantity such as the commissar, Lannik stamped down on his attitude as he checked their positioning in tangent to the next squad. “Sir, the nearest squad is approximately a kilometer ahead of us and is a little out of our way. They have also suffered heavy casualties.”
Kark, kark, kark.
Fate must rolling around on the floor and having a good laugh at our misfortune.
Even with his internal cursing, his inflection when he spoke to the other brunet was nothing but calm and neutral, the perfectly obedient stormtrooper. Well, that and he wasn’t quite under that much duress yet. “Shall I redirect them to advance towards the location of our objective?”
Lannik lifted his blaster once more in a ready position even as he took point, moving into the thick of the fog and shadows that permeated the swamp. He was not dying here today if he can help it. And definitely not to any of those annoying starfighters buzzing in the skies.
Because knowing his luck, Alucard will laugh at his inglorious death.
Location: Obroa-Skai, in the city that holds the Celebratus Archive Objective: CHAAAAAAARGE! DO THE PEW PEW! GET TO THE ARCHIVES!!! Allies: CIC & friends [ [member="OOM-002-HONEYCOMB"] [member="OOM-003-CUPCAKE"] [member="OOM-001-JELLYBEAN"] [member="Prime"] [member="Haastal Verd"] [member="Theodore Royce-Clarke"] ] Enemies: UCM [ [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Venandi"] ] Post: Five
Oh, the city was very lovely. Scherezade had an easy time imagining herself coming here during her time off if it hadn't been for the fact that the planet was Mandalorian-owned for as far back as she could remember. Granted, her active memory of being alive and doing things was only a year and a half or so long, yet still – until recently, she had no notion that the world had even existed. There was definitely a plan forming in her mind now, to find ones that were similar to this. I a galaxy full of so many planet and places, there had to be at least a few more. And she would visit them, when time permitted it.
Along with her five battalions of B1's, Scherezade marched into the city. The droids were lovely, their personality chips mostly taking great pleasure in the job they were doing… She, while she held a knife in her hand, ready to attack anything, was mostly disappointed that there was nothing for her to actually stab. She saw a street kitten run by once, but even though Scherezade deWinter was a Sith, a scion to three powerful Sith bloodlines, a Warrior, a Blood Hound, and all the rest of those fancy thing- she could not bring herself to randomly stab a street kitten just because she was bored. Besides. She loved animals. There was a reason she had a Loth Wolf, a duck, and a soon to be dragon on her ship.
Slowly, they were advancing. What had earlier just been the top of the Archives that they could see, was not lightly more of it. They were gaining ground, bit by bit, though Scherezade had to admit to herself that this was the most boring ground-gaining ever. Where was the action? Where were the Mando-corpses flying around? Where was-
THERE!
They were getting shot at!
"B1!" Scherezade screamed a she turned the comlink on as well, making sure all five battalions got the other, "run forward as one! We shall pour over them like a tsunami that should flush Theed clean! NOW!"
Many B1's fell. Scherezade was in the front lines, though not the very first, marching with her droids. 2,500 thousand B1's marched with her, and the first several dozen that fell she picked up with the Force, shaping them into a shield in front of the other B1's that were still marching. Other B1's continued to fall. She could hear the robotic screams of surprise in those split of moments before they went offline. A lot of scrap metal would have to be picked up when they were done. And still they marched forward, all together, the battalion that Scherezade directly led being the first, and the others coming behind.
Whoever it was that was shooting at them… "We're coming for you," Scherezade purred, the Archives coming closer and closer. Only once did she glance sideways, to make sure that the three that hadplayed Cards Against the Confederacy were still with her, as well as [member="Haastal Verd"].
Scherezade landed on Obroa-skai with five battalions of B1's. Going by each of them being worth about 500 B1's, and they're advancing one after the other. Battalion I
40% of B1's down [300 remaining]
Scherezade used many of those that had fallen to hold up together as a shield, using TK.
Location: Evacuation Point on Bogden
Objective: Elminate hostile enemy forces controlled by Arash Garshasp , escape the ambush, survive the invasion.
Enemies: [member="Arash Garshasp"]
Allies: [member="Skorvek"] , [member="Ruus"]
The chief combat officer quickly spoke up, " We've lost the attackers in the swamp brush. They're no longer firing. Orders?" It appeared as though the harassing fire from the opposition forces had ceased for the time being. Whether it was due to the onslaught of explosions caused by the Orar'buir's special rotary ripper weapon system that fired modified thermal imploders had scared off the attackers or if they had been destroyed, Valdus had no idea. However, his main concern was not fighting a full scale army with only the Orar'buir. As durable and as might as the Orar'buir is, even it could not be a one-vehicle army. Valdus paused and then spoke aloud, "Conserve the Ram'ika rounds, only use the quad laser cannons as covering fire. The kriffin' ammo is expensive." Valdus' voice was firm and commanding until the last few words where he more muttered them to himself than his clan mates. That was one of the downsides of the Orar'buir, it could put out a devastating amount of firepower within a short amount of time, however all that destruction cost the comparatively small coffers of the Bral clan dearly.
Valdus returned to the vehicle intercom system, " We're moving away from hostiles. They've been lost in the bush, we don't have a visual on them yet. The evac ship has left, but we may be the lucky ones. There's a blockade up there. At least down here we have a fighting chance." The Orar'buir bucked as it hit a boulder and quickly crushed it under the massive treads. The gargutan vehicle was really moving now, going at a top speed that would be impressive for its size, however it was still comparatively slow to most other vehicles, especially light vehicles.
Arash peeled away deeper into the swamps and thick foliage, his HUD warned him of incoming fire but yet the amount of firepower exerted was far from what he expected. The explosive force around him threatened to dismount the Thyrsian from his Anhur, but clenched hands remained steady and Arash maintained his grip and his body on the seat. The other riders that fired their pod missiles later suffered worse off as the enemy vehicle was now made aware of their attacks.
The edges of the clearing continued to light up with explosions of the enemy fire, from heavy rounds of their rotatory ripper cannon to the streams of laser cannon fire that dissuaded the rest of the Anhur riders from approaching the edges of the clearing to deliver their own counter-fire at this point. None expected such heavy armor to be located on one of the outposts that had appeared to them to be lightly guarded.
Arash grimaced as he realized that they had no real way of penetrating the heavy shielding for the moment. The call for possible close-air support was tossed around by the more veteran members of the Anhur riders, but strangely an order was given to capture the survivors and to delay the evacuations for long enough until the Auxillia arrived with heavier weapons and another Cohort brought along their own heavy armor. Arash himself felt bitter of the face he was not facing infantry out in the field, but instead enemy armor.
But he remained vigilant and continued on with the rest of the riders, their numbers had thinned down to twelve of the original sixteen but thankfully the rider’s reported as wounded but now were forced to move with their own two legs through the swamp. “Follow the enemy armor and keep at max distance of our weapons.” The coarse voice echoed into Arash’s helmet, they were here to keep the enemy preoccupied, their old objective quickly adapted to a new mission.
Arash gritted his teeth and his Anhur bike roared angrily, the terror that they had endured from enemy fire didn’t match the terror Arash held within himself at the moment. But it’s a close thing, that’s for sure. Arash wanted to not think about losing his targets, should the enemy manage to escape their grasp. . . from his grasp. Arash tightened his fingers and pushed himself dangerously closer.
The pros and cons of this ship made its self apparent as the ship even with the increased speed with the boosters and the maneuverability it still rocked from the battle in the skies even taking a few scrapes and hits from stray fire, But he had one goal in mind and kept his focus on that one specific goal alone. That goal was to get these people to Sanyas ship....well that and keeping the ship in one piece, He did his best to maneuver the ship through the field of fire as the shields protected them a little but unfortunately this ship wasn't built to take alot of punishment.
''We should be reaching the ship soon which would be beneficial at this point this ship wont take alot of beatings in this warzone. Lets hope your ship is their to greet us'
He had the C1 continue to handle navigation as he continued to see what systems he can sacrifice to put into shields without sacrificing the boosters, This will hurt the power supply for he has to try and keep power going through several systems without frying every system in the ship. But it was either that or spend more time in this dog fight chaos they've entered and he chose the get to the rendezvous point as quickly as possible option rather then playing it safe.
[SIZE=9pt]The fleet of Torrent-types were hit by the fire from various locations, but their ablative armor managed to fend off the initial strikes. The fleet leader smiled. Thank Kad for this armor. He then sent out new orders.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]"Second wave, fire two torpedoes and two cluster missiles each." At those words, the ships began another hit and fade assault. The vessels would appear, then vanish back into the black, firing a pair of heavy proton torpedoes, and two heavy cluster missile a piece. The cluster missiles were aimed at the strike craft that appeared, and the heavy proton torpedoes aimed for the Perysian. The warships were set on eliminating this interdictor, and they knew they had to succeed. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Meanwhile, Mig held onto the side, looking at Kay and Adara.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]"Wanna hand? I think I've picked up a thing or two from Talyn."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Ablator takes the initial fire. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Another targeted attack on the [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Perysian [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]with two heavy proton torpedoes each and turbolasers. ( [member="Illyria Syresh"] )[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Each Torrent-type fires a pair of heavy cluster missiles on fighters and interceptors, and open up on them with laser cannon turrets before fading again.
Lyon paused in one of the many corridors of the Celebratus Archives, backing up against a wall and allowing himself to sit down next to a wounded Mandalorian guard captain. The dying man didn't even try to raise his half-empty blaster carbine in a futile attempt at vengeance, instead resigned to whimpering while he clutched his carbon-scored abdomen. Eight-Oh-Eight rested his rifle against the wall to his side, stretching out his legs and pushing away the debris covering the floor. "I know it don't mean much to you, but I am sorry that this happened the way it did." Lyon growled, his head not moving to look at the captain.
He raised his hands to just below his helmet, a hydraulic hiss just barely drowning out the groaning of the dying, and pulled the hunk of metal off of his dome. The Mandalorian's eyes flickered over the features of his attacker, noting the near-black hair and chocolate brown eyes of a Carida-born statesman. "They came here with the delusion of facing the unyielding Mandalorian warriors, I came here to punish those responsible for wronging me." He continued, voice unimpeded by his vocabulator, "Your kind, they almost killed somebody I love dearly on Umbara. And then your masters had the audacity to cry that it wasn't them."
The death trooper produced a metal case from somewhere on his armour, opening it to retrieve an expensive-looking cigar before he tucked the case back into place. "It's always funny how leaders are the type to start a fight then hide behind others." He chuckled, "Not me, not anymore. When you get to my age, you jump at the first possibility to try and get killed." He stopped, reaching over to press the tip of his cigar against the captain's still-glowing blaster wound, holding it there until it lit. He brought the roll of tobacco to his lips and puffed, blowing the smoke out of both his mouth and his nose, "I don't try to be a bad guy, most of the time. But I've done things, some things I just can't forget... Whatever I do they're always there, eating away at me..."
He puffed his cigar again, reversing his grip on it and then holding it over the captain's mouth in silent offering, the dying man taking a strong puff to help ease the pain. "I don't have the guts to face the consequences..."
Location: Obroa Skai, Archive
Objective: Defend the Archive from enemy forces
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Weapons: Under weapons always with Venandi
Allies: UCM, defenders
Enemies: CIC, CIS, attackers
OOC: Was given permission by deWinter to say that her droids are in looking distance.
Brothers Weapons:
Venandi- Westar-M5 and duel DC-17 pistols
Surge- Bowcaster and rocket launcher as primaries, duel DC-17 pistols
Cutter- Z6 and duel DC-17 pistols
Strings- 2 DC-15s and duel DC-17 pistols
Venandi and his brothers were laying in wait when ships came down to land. He didn't recognize the color scheme nor the symbol, but that was to be expected with all the years that had passed. That's not to say they didn't treat these shuttles with caution and had remained hidden but positioned to also strike the new group. Apparently they didn't notice Venandi and his brothers, instead focusing on setting up defenses. That was good, it meant they were there to defend the place as well. Relaxing slightly, Venandi and his brothers went back to what they had been doing before taking their little break. When they went to get the food and water, they didn't try to hide themselves, instead walking openly and fearlessly, acting as if they belonged. Then they had returned to their positions.
They acted as if nothing were out of place, until the CIS showed up. At that time they had their crisis before resolving themselves to continue fighting. Their anger was at a new height now, one set on destroying these droids forever. Giving his cry to his brothers, Venandi had opened fire, then he turned his head slightly to call out to the others defending the archive.
"Come on, fire at the clankers!"
Their fire had gotten quite the response from the droids, no doubt inspired by the wet(organic) leading the droids. Under any other circumstances, with the amount of fire and droids advancing and with just his brothers beside him, Venandi may have retreated slightly to a more defensible position. However, he didn't want to draw more attention to himself than necessary with the new group, plus there were a lot of them there to help distract from the 4 ARCs. Comforted by that knowledge, Venandi and his brothers had stayed in their locations, once more grateful that the B1s had such poor aim, as most of the shots went wide.
A few shots came close to the group of ARCs, but if they were ever hit, their armor could take it easily. Not only that, the bolts seemed to be in slow motion to the ARCs, as they had augments that slowed their perception of reality, and were used to fighting droids in such a manner. As the droids advanced, Venandi prepared a thermal detonator while knowing that his brothers either already had one ready or would get one ready. Once the droids reached a certain point, Venandi stood up and chucked a grenade as hard as he could towards the droid ranks, aiming to get it into a clump or two. His brothers threw their own thermal detonators at varying intervals, hoping to decimate another line or two of droids. Then they went back down into cover to continue shooting.
Venandi wasn't fast enough though, and took two blasts to the chest before dropping down. One hit his chest guard and the other his shoulder pauldrons. Both were the heavily armored sections of his armor, so he was fine, but it still made Venandi mad. Now he'd have to clean out his armor later. Sneering at the droids, Venandi took to a knee and opened fire again, his armor now smoking slightly from the chest area. The smoke didn't obscure his vision, but it sure went well with his black and red armor, no doubt it could make him look like a partial phantom in the right light. Venandi knew it too, but still kept pouring shots into the droids, aiming for the weak points he'd practiced a lifetime to know intimately.
As Skorvek's ship took off and received glancing blows so did the Aka'jor Shuttle. While unarmed and without hyperdrive the shuttle was relatively small for a starship and extremely fast. Ruus was no Ace Pilot but what he was, was trained. His piloting was enough to keep the shuttle from being destroyed as well as, hopefully, space worthy.
As he was following the other evacuation craft he looked out of his window to see [member='Valdus Bral'] and his mobile command center being engaged by the enemy. The Captain did not know how much punishment the vehicle could take, he was not privy to that information, but from what he had seen and heard before made it sound quite considerable. Was he worried about Valdus? A little, this was a surprise attack after all. If Ruus and the Guards with him decided to turn back he'd only be getting in Clan Bral's way as well as risking the lives of the scientists he had in the back.
NPC - Fleet Admiral Syl'era
All squadrons from the two Hammerheads launched and immediately began heading straight for the small craft Sanya and others was in. "Open the hanger door's the queen will be here soon."
"Admiral, even when shes aboard there is still the enemy fleet, and their interdiction fields are up." The man said from down the pits. "I am aware. TD-7 TE-2 come in." Syl'era stood back as the two holograms of droids showed up. "Yes Admiral." The droids responded. "Push up and take out their interdictor TE-2, TD-7 Aim for the large vessels engines I want that thing immobile." "Roger Roger Admiral." Without hesitation both holograms flickered off as the two Hammerhead star destroyers began to advance. Along with the Hammerheads one of the Ireth pushed up behind them to support the star destroyer fend off enemy star fighters.
While hard to sacrifice star destroyers due to the cost to remake them it was a tactic the admiral did not have to worry about making. No living soul was aboard those ships in the first place for the very reason they was made. These star destroyers was made to ram into their targets causing much damage. Fleet heath + Actions
Libita two Ireth and the udarnics remain in defensive formation ready to take fire against approaching enemy vessels
Libita two Ireth and the udarnics remai a long distance from the fighting
B-zeros have launced from hammer heads to go escort Skorvek.
Hammerhead SD 1 is moving to ram the Resurgent - Class Battlecruiser, “Guerdon.” at full speed from the rear aiming for the largest thrusters [member="Khonsu Amon"]
hammerhead SD 2 is moving to ram the Classis I at full speed
Ireth 3 moving up behind the hammerheads to take on incoming starfighters. Libita
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Sanya looked at Adara seeing her worried after mentioning the sith could not stay aboard the Libita. It hurt to see her pout and be upset. "Sorry Adara, its not about who is dark or not. Non of those on the ship can feel the force. It's because she is a sith. My people, they don't like the sith because they was once slaves to them and ruled over by a nasty dictator. the people was forced into believe in this sith ways. For this they won't tolerate them, and I'm sure to go as far as trying to kill her. I can't assure Vanessa's safety, the most I can do is let her stay in the hanger till we are all safe." While not a fan Sanya has worked with sith in the past, she couldn't trust them herself but when their paths head to the same obstacle they can can be reliable.
Sanya collected the small capsules containing the blood of each person aloud access to further in the ship. As the ship kept flying the feline woman added them into the bio metric security system. "Okay everything is sorted, and don't worry i'll let them know we are coming." The queen pulled out her holo communicator and let the ship know that they was inbound any time soon.
