Invasion Into Hell, We March (Authority Invasion of Naboo)

[Salem Norongachi]

Location: The Downed Transport
Allies: Nada
Enemies: [member="Talon Vosra"]

"Aye," He replied, standing with a grunt to face the man. He looked at the offered hand like it were something foriegn, an alien show of respect that might somehow infect him. It had been so long since he'd fought a man with anything other than sheer feral instinct driving them to rip one another to shreds. He reached out, and gripped it briefly and then gave a nod when he saw the saber. Time to earn his pay...

The blade ignited in a brilliant blaze of viridian. He held it in his right hand, relaxed and at his side, point angled toward the floor. He knew the forms but over the course of his life he had formed a blend, mixing several to suit his particular style. Strong and unorthodox, mixing brutal melee and brawling with fluid speed and deft footfalls. "Salem Norongachi, I get around."

Location: The Front of Theed.
Allies: The man in the trenches next to you
Enemies: [member="Riley Stryker"].

The bombers screamed overhead. Explosions ripped across the battlefield. Death, carnage, destruction. The tanks, fighting at a point (that you didn't quite mention) on the war torn plains just outside Theed sent their ire toward the invaders. Machines died just as swiftly as men, their cries barely a whisper in the cacophony of sound that filled the air. The armoured charge was not just contained to one section of the wall, however, it was all along the front section of the city and so while one small portion of the advance met fierce resistance, the others already embedded in the inner sections of the city tore the defenders apart. The shield, like a glowing eyesore to the tank commanders, only covered vital areas of Theed. The Palace itself by far the most substantial of those active. As the tanks from the Protectorates swept out, those making headway into the Capital that hadn't been molested by anti-vehicle weapons closed the loop from behind.

And then they came, those beautiful angels from the sky. The 2 Turtle Class Frigates of the anti-fighter variant, one of the missile variant and four Sev'rance Class Light Carriers. With the carriers were their wards, the guardians of the R3 formation. The fighters, bombers and interceptors worked with droid precision, matching the firing-solutions of the Turtle Class as they cut great swathes in the air support the Protectorate had over the battle. Bombers repaid them in kind for their gifts, darting down above the carnage and unloading their payloads onto tanks and infantry. The Protectorate were not so easily overcome however, the carries and frigates were holding back the tide but as the bombers made their sweeps their own fighters retorted. The sky was now a brilliant firestorm of broken metal and explosion above the advancing ASA.

In the city, the fighting had turned into a block for block slug-fest. The dug in Protectorate unleashing death onto unwary squads, while the invaders infested the homes of Theed. Pouring down fire onto enemy positions to cover the advances of their own men. It was slow going, but with the aid of the artillery which fell precise and true on soldiers dug in like tics, the swift and fearless mechanoid warriors and the walkers that could move more freely through the tight streets of the city they were cutting away sectors from the defenders.

 

[EmKay]

LOCATION: OTOH GUNGA, EVACUATION SHIP
ALLIES: ASA [ [member="General Mayhem"] // [member="Marek Starchaser"] ]
ENEMIES: TIME AND SCHEMES
OBJECTIVE: ENTER A NEW CHAPTER


Images. Brief flashes. There was little that Atretes' dying brain could process right now. He recalled water, droids, cuts, scrapes, the searing pain from his arm dulling into a dull grind of nerves against nerves as the tissue died and his arm became fully inert. Even his images were hazy ones in the Force, since his physical vision was gone. His face was torn, his eyes were bleeding and oozing their inner gel. From his time jostled by the water, his skin was flayed in some areas, and somewhere in the back of his mind he was certain death was on the menu.

He felt movement, briefly, before he passed back into the depths of black oblivion, at the mercy of what became of him. For better or worse. The droids would manoeuvre him to their evacuation ship, where they slipped to the opposite side of the world that the ongoing space battle, where small shuttles could go unnoticed. The droids in their ship landed, and transferred Rhoujen to the shuttle Marek had sent out. The Knight Commander was in declining shape, and before he was even fully aboard the vessel, medical personnel were attending to him and attaching anything they could to keep him alive, even if he was unstable. The hatch closed with the young man and medical team in the evacuation shuttle, and the small ship flew out again.

The small white vessel glimmered in the slight light cast by the partial eclipse of Naboo and its sun. Beyond, the space battle raged. Below, the ground battle raged, but now Atretes was detached from it all. Was he free? Not really. Freedom isn't something so easily gained as by experiencing tragedy. He was, however, going to change forever. As his condition worsened, the medical team whispered in his ear to do what he could to survive. Some subconscious part of Atretes, or perhaps Sigma's will to live in itself, threw the body into a hibernation trance. His heart rate slowed, his bodily functions reduced, and he sunk deeper into unconsciousness on a borderline coma.

With a lurch, the shuttle shot into hyperspace, to coordinates determined by Marek for Rhoujen's delivery. Whatever the case, this was the end of the beginning, but nowhere near the beginning of the end.

 

[Luna Vega]

Location: En Route to main LZ
Allies: ASA & Allies
Enemies: OP & Allies
Objective: Survive. Make it to the main landing zone.


A body lay just meters before her [to be honest there were many strewn], but this barely bloodied carcass caught her eye. Mainly because of the lack of crimson it was stained with and the fact that its head was severed. She had ran forever it seemed, pumping her legs, popping off fire. Cloudy gray eyes peered from right to left, up and then repeated the act before dropping to her haunches, side-stepping through the small clearing to where the body rested, rifle in hand.


Fire erupted from her left and she rolled upon the ground like some dog. While in this process, she was shot and pain exploded from the little meat on her upper forearm. Another having grazed her cheek. She hissed, forcing herself to breath and took aim. Steady... steady... One eye narrowed while she sucked in a breath, the soldier having moved in her line of sight, finger pulling the trigger.

Vega blinked back tears when the man dropped. And no, it wasn't to mourn the poor bastard. He had shot her, started it, gotten what he deserved. A weary gaze looked around slowly and she let out a breathe she hadn't realized she was holding. Then, the wild woman nearly shrieked upon noticed the headless body to her side.


"Well... that works..." The pirate knelt just at the base of shrubbery, using it as cover for her assessment of the body, "works well enough." The corsair could not very well still run amok with little to no armor. There was still meters to run to the LZ. It wasn't Confederate... Authority though and her bare hand skimmed the surface of the shell of the dead. Luna winced, breath coming in through clenched teeth and she drew back her arm. The other fumbled into the confines of her vest, procuring the other bottle of Wren neatly tucked away, securing the rifle in the crook of her arm.


"I'm sorreh," she apologized to the bottle before pecking its side then twisting the cap off. The smallest of sips fled past her lips, then a sigh before setting it aside to free her hand. Already wrecked trousers were then ripped more, tearing off a long strand, then another bulkier piece. The bigger of the two was stuffed in her own mouth, the other rested over her thigh. Luna grasped the bottle, set her jaw upon the cloth, shuddered then proceeded to pour the liquor over her wound to cleanse it. Her scream met the make-shift gag, absorbing most of the sound and she even kept it in when she tied the other piece about it.


Bugger this, bugger this.

A shadow came from her left and she froze. Again. For the third time. It was getting old. Whoever was to her rear was getting closer and Luna gripped the flask in her hand. Crunch. Crunch. She stood in a fury, bringing down the metal container to smash the unknown face. The butt of the rifle swung and then was caught. All she could do was jiggle it, wiggle it to try and win it back. During some point she had closed her eyes and didn't remember when she had.

"Stop," came an unfamiliar voice and she blinked back her lids. The entirety of her body sagged and the rifle was let go by the stranger, blue hair stuck to her face with sweat. "Sorry," she replied.

Whhhaaaaat?! Just happened.

"Watch it next time, Vega," the Abrion soldier said.

"No time for that..." heart still in her throat, she managed to sputter out perhaps the most coherent sentence of the day. "Can you help me... get into that?" Vega pointed to the decapitated Protectorate. Where did she know him from???? The BAR months ago. She remembered now.


"We have to be quick though. This area is... secure, but we get stragglers."


"How..." she paused, confused, "How close is the LZ from here?"

The familiar man smiled, "Just over that hill over there," he jerked his head in the direction. "Now come on, let's get you into... why did you come... never mind." Suddenly his arm waved, a few fingers shot up and he was moving toward the corpse. Piece by piece he removed it and once he was done, her glanced up at her with a smirk.


One brow cocked, she turned shedding the outer layer of clothing, which really was only her vest at this point as the pants barely existed and her weapons. Slowly but surely, the enemies armor was fitted upon her by first slipping her into the environmental underlay, then the body glove. "I feel weird," she said, but he moved her to face him, fitting the pale plates of plastoid-ceramic composite upon her legs, torso [front and back], and then her arms.

Before she could ask, another came from nowhere, helm in hand to complete the armor. She would have asked where the head was, but decided she would rather not know. She went to take it with her left and she groaned. "Thanks," Luna fingered the helmet from the other man's hold. She wasn't foreign to armor, but rather preferred comfort over safety. It would take a little while to get used to the added weight.

"You're wounded?" they said in unison, one taking the helm from her and fitting it over her head.

"I'll manage... just get me to the LZ." And she bent to retrieve the shoulder strapped sheath, slinging it over like it had been before, then the machete to put it in its respective place at her back. The rounds and the rifle were scooped up as well.


The three stalked off, in the direction he had mentioned earlier. Two others replaced them, she noticed in passing. "How many are out there?"

"Enough."

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

Location: En Route to the outskirts of Theed
Enemies: ASA, [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"],
Allies: Havoc Squad
Objective: Do what he's born to do.


He could see the rifle. He could see the god damn rifle in the goddamn bush. Not a very well concealed enemy force, given that it was an area with relatively low vegetation and a lot of plains, besides, the the Phase IV confederacy armor was lime green and white. Kaiden walked amongst the OP soldiers, and yoinked an RPG from a nearby soldier, and glared at him when he protested. He aimed at the treeline, firing a single rocket. A brief scream told him that he hit someone. He held his hand on his throat communicator, picking his HK rifle back up, and handing the soldier the empty RPG. He grumbled as he began to reload it.

"ASA troops are in the treeline, guessing they're waiting for some sort of counter-attack. Just look for the FRIGGIN WHITE AND LIME GREEN ARMOR." The Havoc Squad commander turned and shouted at the treeline, and motioned for more troops to come and cover the treeline. He wondered where the rest of Havoc Squad was. [member="Riley Stryker"], [member="Willa Isard"], all them. [member="Commander Sharky"] was around him somewhere.

 

[Placeholder 04]

Allies: ASA [member="Una Gal"]
Enemies: OP
Objective: Make sure the lady doesn't die

His shots had made an impact. The Jedi was, for all intents and purposes, no longer Gravesen's concern. He was out of the way, and the Rattataki didn't have any reason to care whether he lived or died. Una was another situation entirely.

Gravesen tried to follow, but there was little that could be done once she cloaked herself in the force. He had no way of finding someone with such an ability, and the chaos of the battle around him had stolen his attention. He moved with the ASA soldiers; getting pinned up at one position by anti-infantry ordnance, charging through barricade at another, and pushing slowly toward the palace.

It was bloody work, and Gravesen's previous wounds had opened twice already. He had quickly reworked the messy stitching, but his hand shook, and the work was sloppy. The skin around his blaster wound on his right arm was beginning to purple. The early signs of infection was setting in, but there was no time to waste. The queen of Naboo was not far, and he knew in his heart that once the ASA had the queen, they had Naboo.

The fireteam he had followed since becoming separated came under heavy fire a few blocks out from the palace. A tank annihilated the two point men. Suppressive fire melted another man's fingers into three single digits. The First Sergeant leading the charge had her jugular ripped out by super-heated shrapnel fires like a rocket from the tank as its engines exploded.

The remainder of the small team remained entrenched in an old restaurant, returning fire as they held their ground for the rest of the ASA force to join them. Gravesen could see the palace now as he stared out a nearby window. Cast in an eerie amber light from the fires around it, the palace looked unholy. The Harbinger breathed a stressed sigh, and flipped a table over to provide some form of cover.

They were going to be here awhile.

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

| Approaching THEED'S Third Breach |​

Allies: ABRION SYSTEMS AUTHORITY & ALLIES: [member="Gravesen Conclave"] | [member="Una Gal"] | Prime​

Enemies: THE OMEGA PROTECTORATE & ALLIES​

Objective: Enter Theed | Avenge the Fallen​

Music: TOOL - Vicarious​

"This is the General," a gloved finger touched a singular button upon the helm to open up her personal com, "where is my Ops team?" distinct sounds of violence rang through, then a grunt as her foot came in contact with the chest of a soldier that had came a little too close. She drew back and pushed, sending the Pyre soldier to crash in to oncoming comrades. Like pins, she reflected and moved forth towards the hole created by Gravesen, passing the rebuilt one by. It appeared she was too late for @Rhoujen.

"Closing in on your position now, General," came the response.

[member="Salem Norongachi"] would be most displeased.

"Send only half. Jy'Vun out." the button was released.

Stepping not over, but upon the macabre decor of war at Theed's front door, the Sith Lord grew nearer by the moment. The shield, a torn limb from a fallen walker, was held to the side, facing the capital as she skated the edge of its walls and brought up when needed to deflect fire. On the opposite end, her free hand was slightly held out to work in tandem with nature and the innate Force, causing wind to move one way, then another persuading the enemies back.

Dusk began to settle in and as if on cue with the darkness about to fall, various members of her team appeared from all directions. In comparison, as a whole, the unit was minuscule against the full fledged power of the Authority as far as numbers went. At full capacity, they were at seventy four. Only half of those were ordered to join her, so as not to hinder any other advancement that had already made with their respective branches of the military.

So far there were sixteen. Whether the other twenty one would arrive was unknown. It could only be assumed that of those, some were dead, others without the ability to make it, or too far a distance away. "We're already late to the party, boys. Let's get a move on."

"Deon is dead," Vern said, stepping just to her right, the rest of what came flanked her on all fronts.

Though her reaction could not be seen through her helm, the woman's eyes narrowed into slits, lips drew tight. "Then the first one's for him."

Not now, but eventually she would find out who the blame was to be directed at for the loss of the Obsidian Knight. Then and only then would she hand over that information to Omega. For now though, she would avenge her fellow Authority by annihilating the defense one infidel at a time.

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Location: Outkirts of Theed
Enemies: OP & Havoc Squad
Allies: ASA & [member="Salem Norongachi"]
Objective: Pew. Pew. Pew.




"FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Communication within the small area opened up like a knife to a can'o'biscuits.


Every man and droid in the tree lines and bushes opened in a canopy of fire upon spotting a hostile [[member="Kaiden 'Papa' Rohn"]] and his order to fire. It was rather loud, drawing the attention of the ones within earshot. Those sent word along the grapevine.

A couple types of weapons sang into the oncoming night.

CZ-836 Assault Rifles along with CZ-838 Sniper Rifles with basic, venom, flare, bang, and shock slugs respectively rained down at once upon opposition.

Ground forces moved in from the opposite direction Havoc was entering, a larger weapon by the same manufacturer in tow, CZ-837 Light Machine Gun popping out slugs.


[Get the links tomorrow. DOA]

 

[Chaos Maxtor]

Location: Tree line, Outskirts of Theed. 150 Meters from ASA Forces
Enemies:[member="Kaiden 'Papa' Rohn"]
Allies: ASA
[SIZE=11.8181819915771px] Objective: Assessment[/SIZE]


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"Oooo, look people" Elgyn said as he broke off form a strange skip to a full run. His feet pumped and he drew on the force for speed. An idea had sprouted in his mind. The tank was still half full in spite of the holocaust behind him. The sound of weapons fire reached his ears. It was the unmistakable roar of slugthrowers and the shi'ido felt a dark pulse.

As his feet continued to pump, he could feel a pleasantly dread presence . He quickly unshouldered the strap of his weapon he leaped high into the tree line landing on a well supporting ranch as Elgyn watched the Naboo's mobile forces. Breathing out he allowed the forced to enhance his eyes. He watched the alpha male type, the one called Kaiden. Elgyn did not know the Commander's name-

"I do now!"

No, you dont.

"Okay fine. I don't know Kaiden's name. By the way, who are you?"

I am the narrator. One of many.

"Can you give me some tips?"

On what?

"For taking out that "I-don't-know-his-name-is-Kaiden' guy."

Just one thing. If he asks you if you are a god, you say 'YES!'

"Got it."




((Edit, sorry I got a bit confused. for anyone who read my orignal post. so here is some crazy)

 

[Una Gal]

The Palace walls were almost too tall for Una, she spent the majority of her time outside the castle looking for a way to get in. Una had long since thrown the datapad over the edge of the cliff. Though she was certain that the palace didn't have it's focus on datapad transmissions, she wasn't willing to take that risk. She was much to small to make a jump for the windows. Of course, she had tried too. But even though her body was light and small she couldn't gain enough momentum to fling herself up toward the extraordinarily high windows. Una was almost ready to give up, her head hung low and and she skulked around the lower edge of the castle slowly.

She rested her head against the cool stone, the heavy thud on the back of her skull probably didn't help, but it felt like it did. Her brain shook with both fear and determination as she considered the repercussions of what she was doing. From over the walls and inside the palace itself Una could hear panicking guards shouting hurried orders to one another. And the constant clash of metal against metal as people bumped together in their rush. But something else had made itself known to her. The distant, almost too quite to hear buzz of a crowd. If Una hadn't have lived on Corellia she might not have recognized it, she may have brushed it off as the hum of some annoying insect. But by now that sound was distinct to her.

With a motivational breath of air filling her lungs, she began to walk the walls again. This time with some sense of direction. As she got closer the noise got louder, now coupled with the heavy groan of injured and the occasional cry of mourning. Her heart pounded heavy in her chest as she moved nearer. It was a civilian entrance. The people of Theed moved slowly, almost too tired to pick their feet up. Most were covered in dirt and ash from the sprays of explosion or the fires that now raged through the city. Una's heart was twisted in a thousand knots. A heavy sense of sorrow and guilt for the destruction the ASA was causing washed over her. She felt the pain of a thousand people all in one wave. In her safe spot behind the wall and away from prying eyes, Una sank to the floor and hung her head, mourning along with the thousands that sought safety in the palace walls.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Objective: Don't wake the woman. Don't learn her name. Escape from the room before she asks for Brunch. Meet MedEvac Shuttle.
Enemy: Sleeping woman from night before. Commitment. Brunch.
Allies: Sneakiness, being polite enough for another casual encounter, the bottle of whiskey on the nightstand.
Location: What world is he on?

Marek Starchaser realized just what was going on. Sure, he was going to fall back asleep, but there was a Knight Obsidian in trouble. And not just any, but one of the more useful ones. That meant he needed to actually do something about it. When [member="Rhoujen"] was loaded in the shuttle, the full extent of his injuries were sent to the Technate office. And since Alana was actually working while Marek was being a billionaire playboy philanthropist, he received the list.

Great, what was going on with Naboo? Was the Hydra program going off well?

Hopefully that droid would survive. Still, there was an actual issue of this Knight being broken. And he was one of those with an odd history... That meant a few things. Taking a second to think, Marek nodded and sent for the shuttle to meet him at Lianna, so long as they could stabilize the Knight.

Silly soldiers.

Next, he sent out a message to two friends, both who he knew he could trust, and ones that would help him. The wheels were starting to turn here.

Then he remembered there was a woman in this bed. Really, it was when she rolled over and tried to snuggle him. Who did that? Right, regardless... Marek looked at her and slowly used the Force to lift her arm as he shifted and slid off the bed. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey, he shrugged, muttering a 'what the hell,' before taking a large swig of it. Finding his clothes, he walked cautiously, these old houses made of wood, they creaked. Now very carefully, with a look back as he reached the door.

Maybe she'd call?

Closing the door, he nodded. Hailing a cab, he sent a message to his droid to start up his Santhe Challenger (Thanks Santhe), and was heading off for the next challenge.

Work, work, work....

 

[Felicity Mason]

Location: transport
Enemies: time, ASA, and the other jerks
Allies: everyone else
Objective: Make a rad movie

The girl never stopped filming. Her body had calmed down some, but her mind was racing. She had to capture this, she had to capture that. She had to show it all. She needed this. If this was the last she saw of Naboo, then she wanted to have a record of it. The recorder lingered on the academy, where she studied, where her friends went, where she'd gotten into her first fist fight, where she'd gotten her first fleeting crush, where she'd made her first friend.

Then she looked to the palace. Mom was still in there. Dad was always close by her. He was always close. She wondered if he'd gotten her message. Wondered if he was angry. Wondered if she would ever see him again. Or mom. Or Percy. Or Marea. Or her bed room. Or her moms office. Or the library. Or the dining room (the food in the palace was absolutely to die for). Or if she'd visit the gardens. Or the lakes.

She remembered the vacation to the lake country. Mom had been so happy. She remembered she was happy because mom always kissed daddy a lot when she was happy. Celeste had learned to swim. Felicity had found a sea shell. That shell was back in her room, sitting on one of her book shelves. She'd looked at it often, thinking back to that one wonderful, perfect vacation.
When this was all over, if they all made it through, she wanted to go there again.
Some day.

"Not as much as I'd like, but I can work with it," she replied at last, "Can you say a few words, vipes? For the recorder? I want to do a few interviews."

She pointed the recorder at him, getting a good shot of his wounds.

[member="VlPER"] [member="Keter"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Una Gal"]

Solan moved from person to person, saying something, giving food to children. He had to keep a level head though as he made sure no one tried to sneak in past the checkpoint, he really did not need that today and the guards he had with him helped keep people in a orderly line. Solan was already tired, using the force to heal those that were badly injured and he froze as someone collpased near the back, waving a guard to come help the man as they got him into the courtyard. Only then did he see a face he was surprised by. Leaving the guard with the man Solan turned to head towards someone.

"You know, i thought you were going to be on the other side of the galaxy..." He looked at Una as he stood there, hands and clothes covered in blood, shoulder's dropping and his face saddened by this. Now his friend was here too, why he didn't know or care really, more worried she was hurt. "... ARe you ok?"

 

[Feena]

Location: Palace
Blah blah: Blah
Blah: Blah
objective: Meditate, or whatever.


Warm lips pressed against her face. A warm drop hit her lap. And just like that, Keter had left.

The reaper was coming. She could feel him, with every foot step he took. He was always there, hovering over her when she healed people, hovering just above her when she slept. He was waiting for the illness to take her.
Well, he'd been waiting for almost three years now, since her doctor told her she had six months to live. He'd been waiting, but never came.
But she had a feeling that he was getting impatient. Even busy as he must be out there on the battle field, she could sense that he was inching ever closer to her. The death of a Queen. What a lovely prize for someone. What a lovely bragging right. They could go to the cantina and say 'I killed a Queen. She was turned away from me and unarmed."

She would not allow her death to feel honorable to anyone.

Not that her reaper cared much. He wanted her life. Well. He could have it. He could take her life, but her soul? Her spirit? That she would never give up. Her people would never forget. They couldn't. She knew this. They had her soul. If she died tonight, she would never leave the planet. Something of her would stay, no matter what.

And she would see Keter again. She knew she would see him again. He had her heart.

"Vorhi," she whispered, "Will you stay with me? Until the end?"

And Vorhi? Vorhi had her eternal friendship.

Her mind was now focused on her heroes. Those out on the front lines. Those fighting to keep the parts of the city that had been breached, secure. She focused on them, gave them her everything. They were who she concentrated on now.


[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] @everyone defending the breach and whatever

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Inside of Theed
Objective: Do something
Allies: OP
Enemies: ASA, [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] [member="Salem Norongachi"] [member="Una Gal"]

Chaos was the only word that could describe the main battle that took place outside of the energy shield, covering areas of Theed, including the palace. Protectorate bombers had dropped their package of Death on hostile infantry soldiers and tanks sending them into oblivion, reducing the numbers of the Authority. It wasn't just that factor that subtracted the numbers of the Authority, no, it was also the tanks, walkers (which I did mentioned them on page 19), and infantry units that charged at the ASA advance using their main powerful cannons and dual repeating turrets against both vehicles and infanrty soldiers. They were keeping most of the advancement at bay. ASA tanks that managed to close behind the Protectorate tanks would be dealt with. Several of the tanks had turned the part where it contained the mass driver cannon in a 180 degree angle or more or less than 180 to face their attackers from behind, while the others continued firing at hostiles in front of them. Few numbers of Protectoarte tanks, walkers, and soldiers met with the same fate that Auhtority personnle met, but they held their ground.

Then from the skies of Naboo ASA carriers and frigates had come to support the ASA who were on the ground. All the Protectorate and Nabooian fighters that were in the skies flew off to the hostiles that were in the air and, inevitably, engaged with Authority in the air. Squadrons of fighters engaged with hostile fighters and interceptors and the frigates and carriers, other squadrons departed from the battle in the sky and pursuited and harassed bombers that were heading off towrads the main battle, and, unfortunately for the bombers they had no escorts which made them easily vulnerable. While they did destoryed several bombers they couldn't take out all of them and successful bombers unloaded their package on the frienldy vehicles and infantry soldiers, sending numbers into oblivion. The air was a work of fireworks combined with Protectorate and Authority forces sending debris and other materials from air craft that was destroyed over ASA advamcement.

There wasn't only fights in the outskirts of Theed and in the skies. Several areas in the city there were firefights as Protectorate soldiers were slowing down hostiles that were in the city and lowering down their numbers. Infantry soldiers, along with their artillery firing upon soldiers and walkers and the Urban Recon Walker, that suited well for fights within the city, confronted against hostile forces that were in the city. Several walkers were destroyed from enemy artillery fire and ASA walkers, the same was said for infantry troopers. Yet, they held their ground and fought back with everything that they had.

As for the few Authority units that were closing in the palace they would meet heavy resistance that was similar to what they faced before they could breached the walls. Walkers, tanks, soldiers, anti-personnel, and anti-armored equipment would surround the perimeter of the palace and within the architecture, as well. They saw [member="Gravesen Conclave"] and his forces, and once they had visual of them they would crack down on their defenses. A platoon and a Urban Walker would be sent to annihilate the invaders that dared to try attack the palace. If other invaders were coming to aid the small infidel team snipers would alert the defenders and they would destroy that hostile force.

Riley, along with a platoon and two Urban Recon Walkers were confronting a another platoon with three walkers that came as support. They exchanged slugs and bolts with each other and soldiers of both sides were either wounded or killed. The fighting between the forces would briefly be stopped as a beautiful figure appeared before their eyes: [member=Norge Rucras]. They looked at the figure and the firefight between the Protectorate and Authority soldiers that were in the area became something like this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvzzA-Z27m4

Once Norge was out of the area the fight continued and there was death, injuries, yells of agony, and war cries would erupt from the soldiers. Anywhere were Norge went fighting would cease and brief harmony would be between the soldiers until they could no longer see the beautiful figure of Norge.

 

[Raziel]

Location: Underground/water
Objective: Say “Boo!” to a goose. (Library)
Allies: The aquatic assault force


Raziel watched as the great sea monster took a Triden-class ship in its jaws. It seemed to give it a few testing bites, crushing the hull with ease. Air bubbles obscured the scene as the pressurised contents of the ship rushed out. Raziel sensed the creatures disappointment, there was nothing satisfying about the contents of the creature it had caught. It discarded the remains of the ship. It tried out one more before giving up. The Trident’s claws wrapped around its face this time, scoring great cuts before being destroyed. Fed up, the beast retreated, deciding that the ships were not edible.

Raziel breathed a sigh of relief. If there was one way he’d like to avoid perishing, it would be drowning deep underwater. Feeling the cold fill his lungs and life slipping away as he meekly struggled. He shuddered.




Bringing the ship’s holo display online, Raziel looked over the tactical readout. Whilst their geo information probably wasn’t as extensive as the Protectorates, a place as public as Theed had a wealth of information available. Thin spidery lines criss-crossed the map where the droids had already started plotting waypoints and routes before leaving the gungan city. Raziel was no battlefield commander, he had a very specific role. However, he took the time to analyse what would happen as they arrived.

Half the force would break for the east bank and make for the nearest shield generators. The other would spread across the west bank and fan out. Just a few soldiers could be hard to displace in an urban setting.

If there was an environment where the Clanker droids performed at the highest level, it was the urban environment. Their ability to share and process situational awareness was unsurpassed in organic troops. They’d re-armed after taking Otoh-Gunga. Now each four-man fire team contained two heavy weapons each. Every fire team had a repeater, and every other fireteam contained either a sniper rifle or rocket launcher. It was a simple matter of loading the appropriate module to re-assign a droid to another speciality.

The ASA forces tried to keep their operational tempo inside the enemy’s. What the bulk of their forces lacked in initiative and experience, they tried to compensate for with highly advanced tactical communication systems and rapid decision cycles.

Each fire-team of droids was constantly aware of the sensory input from every member of the team. Every droid in a squad was aware of the precise position of every other member of the squad. Each squad leader analysed a sub-set of sensory input from its squad and updated its Platoon Commander. Each Platoon Commander was aware of the location and status of every squad under its command, and every Company Commander was aware of its Platoons. Without any Prime droids or senior officers available, the strike force would be operating relatively autonomously. The Company and Platoon Commander droids were in constant contact, and if necessary would analyse a situation and agree on a decision within a few seconds.

Raziel looked over the west side of Theed. He pointed out the library complex to his four man team. “We could scout ahead, and assist the push west. Some of the library buildings would provide good lines of sight on the surrounding area,”

“The enemy will know that too,” replied one of his team. “I’d suggest we try and infiltrate through the North-east side of the complex, through the buildings there. Attacking through the gardens would be suicide. We can get eyes on the location and pick out targets for the droid force.”

Raziel nodded in agreement. The outside was still pitch dark, but the display indicated they were rapidly rising.




Sunlight reached them without warning. The formation of ships cutting through the waters up towards the heart of Theed. Just as a pair of Jedi, accompanied by an obnoxious Gungan had centuries ago, they emerged from cracks in the seabed and rushed up to attack the riversides of Theed.

A surface-to-sea missile rushed out and destroyed the Trident at the head of the formation. Raziel’s own ship slowed to a crawl at the rear of the group. The small infiltration team departed the ship, and it raced away after the rest of the vessels.

Blaster fire arced out and met several Trident ships as they pulled themselves out of the water and disgorged their troops. These were the variants with thrusters instead of drills, and claws instead of magnetic grapples. Small arms fire glanced off their reinforced hulls, but missiles and heavier bolts arced out to reach them. One Trident stood tall, clambering out of the river and onto the city as a missile slammed into a leg. Ever so slowly, it toppled back to the ground and slid back into the water.

Clankers charged out, in places finding gaps in the defence, in other running straight into the paths of repeater nests and being mercilessly gunned down. No one showed mercy to a droid. Blaster fire continued even as damaged droids crawled for safety.

As Raziel and his small team, hidden from sensors and casual view by their armour, arrived on the West bank, he reflected that the city was quite beautiful. The great green domes interspersed by monuments and gardens. They sprinted for cover, where they could remove their underwater gear. They were on the edge of the city’s artistic district, which housed theatres, concert halls, and the library and the Naboo Center of Cultural Arts, Sciences, and History. Far away from the palace and the other side of the river from the shield generators.

 

[Una Gal]

Una jumped out of her skin, scuttling backward and away from the voice. Only when she came to her senses did she realized it was one of her friends. Solan was a welcome sight for Una's sore eyes. After all this destruction and chaos his face was warm and friendly. And surprisingly filled with concern. Una struggled to get on her knees, still vaguely aware there were more guards somewhere along the road. "Solan.. what are you. What in the." She shook her head in disbelief, keeping her voice at a low whisper. "I'm fine, what are you doing here?"

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Una Gal"]

"Well, im trying to help and heal as many as i can, i owe the queen of the planet and as such im working to protect her people." He frowned and looked at her now as his own question came in the same thing that she had asked him. "And what might i ask is a Silver Jedi doing in a warzone between the Protectorate and Confederacy... and i dont care what they call themselves, they are still the same Confederacy i left long ago."

 

[Placeholder 0143]

Objective: Get dat bootah
Allies: Space Jesus. Jeezus
Enemies: [member="Salem Norongachi"] and his hairy master balls. He'll catch you, gurl. Master pokermnas

The palace kitchen was holy land. Norge had jet packed into the palace, because he had a jetpack. Beautiful people get jetpacks. Norge was beautiful. He stuffed his face full with zebra cakes fewd and nuna wings. Nuna wigs were also beautiful. The palace was a bunch of things that Norge did not feel the need to describe. Use your imagination, children.

Norge wobbled on through the door leading to the super duper secret room that the booty was hiding in. The booty, otherwise known as the grand whoo-hah, who had two very grand whoo-hahs, also known as [member="Feena Mason"]. He would save her with his super suit. He trailed long string of sausages from his knees, and held onto the walls for support. Space walking was serious business.

On his way through the hall, a number of men simply stopped, and stared. Perhaps they were imagining this beautiful, godly, rotund creature that graced their presence. Either way, Norge's blood sugar was low. So low, that he began to hallucinate.

den nurge msde his w2y to de big scret room wit ta grand whoohhaaahhhh. he was rel far cause he was bad cardio and had not specced in endurance. Wai he had chosedded ta be a priest n da D&Ds he'd nvr kno.

Despite his hallucinations, terrible grammer, and bad choice of class in roleplaying games, Norge survived walking through the hall. Now, his most hated enemy awaited him; leading far upward to the top of the palace.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Dragons Breath
Allies: ASA
Enemies: OP, [member="Ayden Cater"]

Her ship was powerless, and it take time for them to reboot it. Her problem was she needs to prove, she was a worthy ally. She decide to take a risk, she uncloaked herself. Then set all escape pods to eject, so they all leave at once. She then concentrated on sea, their was a good place to hide. As she did the force cloaked her again, this would hide from all scanners. She then entered an escape pod, soon after they where all jettisoned in unison. With none of them having life sign readings, they would assume it was a malfunction.

While this was going on her repair team, under guidance of Captain Markus. Where struggling to get the ship operational again, so they never noticed she had left them.

 

[Talon Vosra]

[member="Salem Norongachi"]

Talon wasted no more time with civilities and ignited his yellow blade with a Snap-hiss. The simple motion said all that was needed for now but could one such as talon go without opening his mouth, No.

"You know if you had just killed the gungans," He said straight-faced, "They may have given you the planet."

His right foot slid back and he switched hands to hold his saber in his right hand. He held it up parallel to the floor at near eye level left hand out straight as he began to circle to his right. The ship would not hold them long...not a chance.

 

[Ayden Cater]

Location: Hanger of the Spirit of Druckenwell
Personal Objective: Kill Ordo.
Faction Objective: Repel the invaders

[member="Ordo"]

Ayden's face was a mixture of effort and determination as he continued his clash with the Dark Lord of the Sith. Swear rolled down his temples in great rivets as he spin and caught the Mandalorian's blade with his lightsaber. Only this time, instead of wracking his body with a great shockwave, the blade snapped as his lightsaber caught it just so and sent the top end flipping end over end just past his head. He could still hear the ring of metal in his ear as a red lightsaber snapped to life.

Reacting instinctively, Ayden flipped backwards to avoid the thrown hilt and landed to watch Ordo mirror his movement and land on an inert speeder. He raised and hand and hurled a blast of the Force at the speeder, intending to hurl it and the Sith against a wall, preferably with the Sith between the speeder and the wall. Of course he knew he would not be so fortunate, so he stepped onto a repulsor sled and activated it with the Force, floating towards Ordo with his lightsaber in hand and ready to end their little duel.

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[member="Darth Banshee"]

The FLEETCOM station had plenty of tractor beams. They knew well enough to watch for escape pods that might attempt to jettison valuable cargo, data, or persons from a ship that had surrendered.. The handful of escape pods the tiny corvette launched were each tagged with a tractor beam and held in place. Once that was taken care of, each was blasted with an ion cannon bolt to completely disable them. It was not so easy to fool

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[member="Irys Arist'lar"]

The Indomitable held throughout the initial bombardment. It fired back with its own turbolasers and missile launchers, though it was far from an ideal engagement. The ship was designed to favor head-on engagements, not broadsides. Unfortunately, the ships that followed up could capitalize on the Star Defender's weakened shields, normally unable to inflict serious damage due to a lack of heavy weaponry. The shields flickered and died on the port side before explosions began to blossom on the ship's hull. Though the ship was not in immediate danger of destruction due to its reinforced hull, its weapon emplacements were not so fortunate and those crew nearest the edge of the hull found themselves suddenly sucked out into the vacuum of space from explosive hull breaches.

Its loss was not without merit however. As the Jupitus cleared the aft of the now cripple Indomitable, it would have found itself under assault from the Spirit of Druckenwell, with support from from three Nonnah-class heavy cruisers, two Antilles Star Defenders, and a single Indomitable. The cruisers took advantage of the Confederate attack pattern by hiding in the sensor shadow of the larger capital ship, allowing them to fire their energy torpedoes near point blank while the larger ships were content to simple assault the Condfederate ships from afar. The bombers from the crippled Indomitable made their move as well, flying out from cover to engage the Confederate flagship at knife ranges. After a few attack runs, they were content then to break off and head for the safety of another mothership.

At the same time, a Belsar and two Horn-class cruisers came in from the outer edges of the fight and attacked the Jupitus and the smaller capital ships that trailed behind it in a pincer formation in conjunction with the heavier ships. The fighters from the carrier ship also took this moment to actively engage the enemy flagship and trailing ships while the Horn cruisers kept any enemy fighters from reinforcing the besieged group. Speed might not have been on the side of the Protectorate fleet, but they did not need it. With the planet to their backs and the stations unceasing assault on the enemy ships as they came in close, they did not need it. The remaining eight Belsars began to move forward as well, their fighters now fully joining the fray to complete the trap. Tractor beams began targeting the more agile Confederate ships. Now that they had come in close, they would not be allowed to escape so easily.

On the bridge of the Spirit, Admiral Nai stood at the helm and smiled. "Signal the Confederate flagship. Tell them we are willing to accept terms for their surrender."

Fleet & Orbital Defenses

Spoiler

Spirit of Druckenwell
Eight Antilles (One is in atmosphere, and thus not considered active in the space fight)
Eight Indomitable
Eight Belsar
Eleven Nonnah
Fourteen Horn
Two Sentinel
Seven Shield
Two Cira (In Atmosphere)
Three Wasp

One FLEETCOM Station
Five Uldyr Defense Stations
Ten Doaba Defense Stations

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Ground Side

If the Confederates believed their salvation had coming in the form of angelic ships, then what came next was surely the arrival of the devil. The clouds darkened and seemed to thicken while great peals of lightning flashed and thunder cracked. A gear fire swirled and roared within the clouds, turning their dark grey into a brilliant orange. Flames licked through the clouds, bathing the land below in its light. From the fire came the bow of a massive ship, an Antilles-class Star Defender. The descent of Confederate ships had not gone unnoticed, nor had it gone unanswered.

From its hangers spilled squadrons of starfighters, interceptors, and bombers to engage the Confederate fighters. Gunships launched next, directing their attention on those pesky Confederate forces nestled at the base of the cliff. The bombing run from the frigate had inflicted heavy damage; they would inflict even more. Dropships launched last, zipping across the sky before plunging down to land inside the shield by the palace. They slowed enough to avoid crashing into the shield before disgorging their troops. Once cleared, they would lift off to return to the ship and repeat the process.

Turbolaser batteries and quad ion cannons flashed, careful to not strike portions of the city not shielded. Any ground targets not yet through the wall found themselves bombarded with powerful bolts of red and rocked with numerous explosions from cluster missile explosions. As it continued to press the attack, the two Cira-class frigates met underneath it to briefly coordinate their efforts before they screamed towards the carriers. They would disable or destroy those while the Antilles targeted the significantly slower Turtle-class frigates. Autoblasters and quad laser cannons flashed and flared, cutting into Confederate fighters whenever they could.