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

[Felicity Mason]

Left leads to treasure.
Felciity found that to almost always be true. So when she chose to go left in the ventilation system, she assumed that the treasure she was being led to would, of course, be her Mother. Little did she know that now that the Queenr was on the move, she was going to just barely miss her.
She was on her way to the Queens office, knowing full well that it was most likely that her Mother would wait it out in here. After all, she was Queen! Why would the Queen be expected to fight? Why should the Queen have to work in this battle? She'd be safe and secure in this room until the Protectorate wiped out this invader. Her Mother would be perfectly safe.

It wouldn't be until Felicity finally found the air vents leading to the Queens Corridor that it would hit her that her Mother wasn't the typical Queen. She would not sit by and wait. She would not let herself be safe and protected while he people were vulnerable. Her Mother was brave, and she cared too much.
Felicity wondered if she could do that too one day. Care so much about another person. She wasn't sure. It looked hard. The way her Mother looked at her father seemed so... exhausting. The way she seemed to worry all the time about this and that. Concern herself over her and her sister. Concern herself over Father. Over Uncle Barny. Over Slevy. Over K.
Over several billion zillian kajillion, or whatever, people in the Galaxy.

How did her Mother have so much... room? So much space in her heart to keep so many people? Just trying to think about it made the girls head spin.

The child couldn't do much about the dust that she was getting all over her. Couldn't they clean this place a little? Didn't the maids have any self respect? Her hair kept snagging on bolts, and the silk of her skirt was never going to get clean again. Oh, her Nanny was going to kill her for this, getting so dirty.
No. Not her Nanny. Her Nanny was the least of her worries, and her dress could burn for all she cared. She was being a child again, thinking only of her small little world. Thinking of her pretty privileged life. She kept forgetting, all the training with tea, and dancing, and her books, she kept forgetting what her Mother was really trying to teach her.

What was that lesson again? What did you try to tell me? I was barely listening...

[member="Ikki Ike"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Ayden Cater"]

Ordo aimed his frieghter for the nearest capital ship as he opened fire on the frighters. This was his greatest love before he had met [member="Rianna Ordo"] and it would be fitting to die in a ship. His mind churned calculations of intercept vectors and he led a fighter just enough and fired the laser cannons on the freighter at the wasp making it a small cloud of debris.

He banked hard as he changed his approach to the large vessel as the point defense systems opened fire on his ship. The wasp behind him the large ship in front and a smile on his scar covered face.

"Cannons to the right of me!" He said to the empty ship as he took several direct hits.

"Cannons to the left of me!" He said louder still as he hit the thrusters for more speed. His shields went down and a chunk of the ship was ripped away by the capital weapons.

"VOLLEY AND THUNDER!" he shouted because his writer demanded it as his ship shot into a hanger and smashed into ships and personnel on its path to the back of the hanger and through the inner bulkhead only to stop after severe impact.

He stood unfazed from his seat and grabbed his heavy ripper and walked to the cargo ramp. They had invited him...in a way and he would go to pay his respects.

 

[Ikki Ike]

[member="Felicity Mason"]

Ikki sloshed in the water as she listened and focused, her mind racing and going at each thing. She wasn't going to jump at shadows but she was going to make sure she was safe, protected and she kept moving while looking up at the gratings. The small hole sloshing and Ikki cringed at the thought when she started hopping up to reach it. The sound of sludge coming quickly while she closed her eyes and focused to climb in after the lesser wanted contents of the palace came down into the sewer. She was more focused now on it while she squeezed against the stone and slowly shimmered up breathing lightly through her mouth to avoid the scents and smells assaulting her now.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Space, the final frontier (ASA fleet in orbit)
Allies: ASA
Enemies: OP
Objective: Wait and pray to the almighty god, Mikhail Shorn

The Pureblood had joined the ASA for multiple reasons. One of them was religion freedom which meant he could continue spreading the word of Mikhail Shorn and convert people into Shroners that would praise Shorn and worship him through the rituals of Shornism. In return he would give his help to the ASA through whatever means, even combat. Apparently, the enemies of the ASA such as the Protectorate had been invading and taking away systems from the ASA which would decrease what Jerak was doing for his god. And it also meant that he would have to do his rituals in secret if the Protectorate continued invading the ASA for they would discourage his religion and would ultimately prohibit him from worshiping Shorn.

The Pureblood warrior was armed with phase 4 confederate armor, the CZ-836 assault rifle, a vibroblade, and a few grenades with that. He was on the flagship of the fleet that was in the Naboo System. He would wait for orders but in the meantime he began praying to Mikhail Shorn for protection and to be sent to the heavens if he called in battle.

 

[VlPER]

Location: Ossus, Jedi Academy
Ship: Quasar's Light


Viper was at the academy when he got word on his datapad of an impending invasion of his home planet of Naboo. He was shocked, and couldn't say anything for a full minute. So not only had he just lost his whole family...but now his home would possibly fall to the ASA!? "No! This will not happen as long as I draw breath!"

Viper didn't even go back to his room for what little things he had there. He simply dashed back to his ship and prepared for take off. As the ship warmed up, he prepared a message for his master.

"Master...I just found out my home is under attack from the ASA. I have to do what I can to help them. I'm sorry for leaving like this. But I will return as quickly as possible. Please forgive me."

Viper was very brash at times. Having only been at the academy a short time, he hadn't yet had time to work on his patience. With the message sent, Quasar's Light's engines roared to life. In a matter of moments, Viper was gone.

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Location: Orbit above Naboo
Allies: OP
Enemies: ASA
Objective: Connect with OP fighters, possibly the Queen and offer aid.


Dropping out of hyperspace. Viper immediately switched his ship over to silent running to avoid detection. His mouth opened slightly as he peered out the the fleet in front him. "So this is the armada that threatens my home eh? ...May the force be with us." He changed course to skirt around the fleet and avoid any conflict. For now, he simply needed to get planetside.

After what seemed like forever, he slowly made his way around the enemy fleet and then plummeted to the surface below. A relieved smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he flew over Theed's spaceport. It quickly faded though as he realized this picturesque setting would be gone in just a short time.

Getting on the comm, he mad contact with the tower. "Theed Spaceport, this is Jedi Padawan Viper in the freighter Quasar's Light. I'm here to offer any assistance that may be required. Over."

A couple seconds passed before a reply was forthcoming from the spaceport tower. "Copy that Quasar's Light. Set her down on runway 1, and wait for further orders. Oh...and Quasar's Light. Good to see you again! Over and out."

"You got it tower! Good to see you too. Setting her down in just a minute. I want to get a visual on our defenses. Also please inform the Royal Air Corp, if the Queen needs any addition air support as escort, I'm standing by. Over and out." Came Viper's quick reply.

Doing as he said, Viper made a quick flyover around the city to see how his planet's forces were being deployed. Approaching the star port again, he saw a large courtyard with many people below preparing defenses. In an effort to try and provide a little bit of encouragement to the defenders, he rolled his ship to perform an old fashioned victory roll. The idea was also to try and rally support from the citizens not enlisted by showing that even he in his "civilian" freighter was willing to fight for the safety of all Naboo.

Turning toward his reluctant companion Corvus, he says simply. "I'm sorry you don't get to see my home during a time of peace...it really is a wonderful place."

 

[Vulps]

Zarro nodded at the queens words and moved his Akk dog slightly in front of the group. Sure [member="Solan Charr"] had the force, but so did he. He also had the nose of an Amaran and an Akk dog as well as his sensitive ears. If there was anyone in this group capable of sensing danger, force or not, it was him. As for the matter of time, he always did believe that time was money and thus he was eager to comply, setting the pace at a rather quick one as his mount trotted across the area.

[member="Feena Mason"] Vorhi Alestrani Keter

 

[Long Gone]

Location: Orbit
Objective: Understand who she was with?

Aaralyn gazed up at Sergeant Hastings and smiled beneath her mask, a soft chuckle would emanate from her own communications line to Hastings in reply. “I understand, I sense a turmoil within him and it’s best I don’t go beyond that.” Her gaze shifted from the good Sergeant to the man she dubbed “Tank” ([member="Sarge Potteiger"])

“I don’t think this will be the last time our paths will cross..” She turned back to Hastings and then extended her hand towards him, gesturing politely.

“I’m Aaralyn, what’s your name? And please, don’t give me the soldier routine of I don’t have a name because I know you do…”

It was simple really, Aaralyn was merely trying to be friendly. Ease the obvious tension within the air. It didn’t matter if it was between her and Sarge or if it was just her presence alone…it needed to be broken somehow.

What better way to break it than by introducing yourself?

She tried with the big guy, and he didn’t obviously have any use for introductions or well, her conversation at the moment.

Perhaps another time…

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Location: Orbit
Objective: Listen to the conversation
[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

"Without faith, we are nothing."​

"That's putting it lightly, Sword." The man's gruff Corellian voice responded. A paused followed as his head lifted to regard Sarge once more before he looked back down at her. "Sergeant Hastings, ma'am. Adviser to our Lord. And that's not a soldier routine. That's just him."

Sarge's head tracked to look backwards, as if to remind the man to not get too caught up in things. His external speaker clicked on. "The Dark Lord is on the Spirit. Cater will take care of him." The speaker returned to being off, and silence returned as the last echoes of the mechanical voice faded away.

Hastings unconsciously gripped his rifle a little firmer, trigger finger flexing a little as if there was a target just out of range. "Guess we're still waiting for assignment." He mutters, other hand gripping more firmly at the webbing hanging along the ceiling.

 

[Laith Varad*]

Location: Troop Transport
Allies: System Authority
Enemies: The Protectorate

​

...Death or Glory awaits us on the other side...

...the last time Laith had been on Naboo it had been in the assistance of a terrorist cell which had been ultimately defeated however the Mercenary was able to escape the surface of the planet undetected. He'd come to Naboo quietly and left almost as quietly firing only a few shots before his eventual departure which had been hasty after the compatriots he'd been working with had been subdued. Laith had never believed in their objectives but he did believe in credits and the Systems Authority had promised to pay well for the best. The Mandalorian Mercenary was one of the best who'd seen action all across the galaxy; he'd even fought with the Protectorate at one time along with several of his brethren...

...now he was on his way back to Naboo loaded onto a Troop Transport packed with nameless soldiers to either side of them. The Troop Transport was never the back of fleet as far as they went, Laith didn't expect to be on the ground until the bloodletting had already begun, but dressed in his Beskar'gam with his vibrosword sheathed back over his shoulder and his Assault Rifle held across his lap the Mandalorian was prepared for combat. He'd already activated his three hundred and sixty degree hud in his helm granting himself a complete arc of vision during the transports journey towards Naboo...

...by now starships were exploding in brilliant displays of fireworks, turbolasers were firing and obliterating ships all around them and the pilots of this Troops Transport were doing their best to ensure the vessel made it to the atmosphere of the planet intact. As they weren't dead yet Laith would have to agree they'd been doing a fairly decent job of it too...

...beside him, all around him really were soldiers ranging from rookies in the field to veterans of several campaigns. A Soldier next to him was shaking but reaching out Laith took the mans hand in one of his own and squeezed it, his strength obvious in his grip, before slowly releasing and telling him..."Don't get ahead of yourself kid. If you're going to die you might as well do it with steel in your heart."...it was as reassuring as the Mercenary could be but releasing the troopers hand he'd notice the shaking had stopped for now anyways...

...a call went out throughout the Transport that they were closing on the Naboo atmosphere and Laith let out a bated breath. They were close now. Then the Troop Transport would be rocked shaking the soldiers it was carrying until some of them fell forward out of their seats. Maybe they were entering the atmosphere or they could have been hit. There was no fire ripping through the hull of the ship yet though and no grandiose explosion heralding their deaths. Laith just sat back and enjoyed the trip down towards Naboo. This is why he always took a seat where he couldn't see what was happening outside...​

 

[Ayden Cater]

Location: Bridge of the Spirit of Druckenwell
Allies: OP
Enemies: ASA, [member="Ordo"], [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"], [member="Irys Arist'lar"]
Objectives: Repel the invaders.

He felt a sick, oily presence reaching out to the Protectorate fleet. Ayden was a veteran of Battle Meditation at this point. His use of it had been extensive over the months. When he felt the presence attempt to sow fear and doubt in his forces, Ayden simply smiled as the attempts failed at every turn, turned away by his own presence. He did not attempt to demoralize the enemy while attempting to bolster his own forces for this simple reason. It left him with considerable room to push back against the attempted fear. What burden there was was further reduced as these were battle-tested men and women of the Protectorate. They had seen combat, and were fighting for their homes. Their own will was already strong. With Ayden at the helm, preventing any corrosion by the Dark Side, they would not falter.

However, he was aware of a shift in the proclaimed Dark Lord's movements. It seemed as though the fighters were forcing him to try something desperate, or he was simply that foolish. His mad piloting took him straight towards the maw of the Spirit's hanger which was still open from last minute deployments. His ruined freighter managed to slip through just as the heavy turadium blastdoor shut. That didn't stop Ordo from gaining entrance, but it did mean that he was very alone. Thanks to the Atrisians and Confederates before, the Force Detection grid let Ayden know exactly where Ordo was. Without a word, he turned and walked off the bridge. He didn't need to be there to continue coordinating their forces. He had a date with the Dark Lord.

Outside the ship, the Protectorate fleet continued their offensive. The stations fired a second salvo of seven bursts; three targeting the already damaged Grievous-class while the remaining four targeted its sister ship. As the last slug exploded towards the targets, the Shield-class cruisers activated their umbrella shields. Much of the initial barrage of the Confederates splashed against the two kilometer-wide shields. After letting most of the volleys be absorbed by the shields, they powered off and the Protectorate fleet opened fire for a new volley. Unfortunately one Shield cruiser dropped its shield too soon and was struck head-on by several turbolaser bolts. The interior generators sparked for a moment before minor explosions began cascading until the cruiser erupted in a fireball that just as quickly vanished from sight, leaving only the ruined, twisted frame in its wake.

The other Protectorate ships continued on, undaunted. The Spirit of Druckenwell finished its turning maneuver and set its sights on the Confederate flagship. Several bay doors slid back, revealing eight stubby barrel tips that belied the true terror within. Armed with eight Javelin hypervelocity guns, each one primed to fire, the Protectorate flagship seemed to smile. Simultaneously, all eight cannons fired upon the Confederate flagship, hopefully for devastating effect.

As the landing ships closed, the twenty Horn-class cruisers all opened fire with a blistering assault. Flak fire erupted into a veritable wall of fire that the landing ships would have to fly through before being thrown into an endless barrage of quad laser fire. Each cruiser tracked the incoming targets with experienced coordination. Those that made it past the cruisers would soon find themselves assaulted by the Doaba-class defense stations, and then again by the Belsar Command Carrier's own anti-starfighter screen.

The sacrificial lambs that were the Subach ships found themselves under assault by heavy turbolasers and short-range assault concussion missiles. It was becoming clear that their presence was meant to dull the sword of the Protectorate, much in the way that their own stations and fleet were meant to blunt the spear of the Confederate assault. They moved erratically and with no regard for their own well-being. One cruiser broke to one side and intercepted a volley of missiles for a damaged Confederate ship. Its hull snapped and warped, but the other ship survived, at least for the moment. The tactic was infuriating, but sound. The enemy commander knew well what they were doing.

Any droid fighters that attempted to harry the ships and stations while escorting their own dropships would find themselves attacked by rapid-firing point-defense turrets. One last trick was left then for those ships that made it past the gauntlet of flak and quad laser cannons, past the ships and stations. Two frigates, unique in design, would speed across and fire on any landing ships that made it past.

The fighters hung back from the attack, instead only darting out to engaging the enemy fighters as they made attack runs on the capital ships and stations. They weren't led out into open space where they would be swarmed. Thanks to the effects of Ayden's battle meditation, their coordination and maneuvering was on par with that of the droid starfighters, further diminishing the Conderate advantages. On every front, in every fashion, they were denying the Confederacy the rights to dictate the fight and were instead forcing them to fight on Protectorate terms.

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Fleet & Orbital Defenses

Spoiler

Spirit of Druckenwell - 6,000 meters
Ten Antilles - 16,000 meters
Ten Indomitable - 17,000 meters
Ten Belsar - 16,000 meters
Twelve Nonnah - 10,800 meters
Twenty Horn - 12,000 meters
Two Sentinel - 1,000 meters
Eleven Shield - 4,950 meters
Two Cira -768 meters
Three Wasp -27 meters

One FLEETCOM Station
Six Uldyr Defense Stations
Twelve Doaba Defense Stations

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

"You tell those engineers that I am going to personally come down there and start pulling the..." Irys started the threat quietly, through her teeth. It was how the crew knew when she was really beginning to lose her temper. Before she could finish the threat she was unceremoniously thrown to the deck. Klaxons sounded, and a holo image of the Jupitus flickered into view. Great red streaks across the hull where the ship's considerably shields hadn't absorbed the full brunt of the kinetic energy.

"My brand new, fething, ship." she muttered to herself as she picked herself up. "Why are we targeting the vessels covered by shield ships?"

"Understood ma'am, shifting targets."

"Priority for the heavy ships is to target those Horn-class cruisers, we need to smash open a hole we can punch through. Now, RC2, pattern Krill-two! We're not going to win a long range slug fest, let's get in amongst them."

One advantage the Authority fleet had was in mobility. With some careful manoeuvres they would have the edge in being able to apply firepower where it was needed. The formation, led by rapid Scythe-class cruisers swung around, shifting through their lines to join up with RC1. As they closed they would try and focus their firepower on targets of opportunity.

The Pillar-classes and other long ranged vessels continued their bombardment. The constant stream of heavy Ion cannons a slower burn than the immediate hit of a Hypervelocity cannons. Irys cursed her opponent, the nature of those weapons, coupled with the shield ships meant her enemy suffered far less damage when exposed than they dished out. She noted that for future reference. However, not everything could be covered by the Shields, hopefully there were some exposed Horn classes they could bring down.

"Have the frigates carry out escort duties, give them covering fire!"

"Admiral, report from the engineers!"

"This had better be good!" she warned.

"Actually, the Ion pulse cannon was out of alignment. That... er... impact seems to have corrected the problem."

Irys paused, looking at the tactical officer for a moment. "Well feth me. Some good news at last. If that Fleetcom station isn't being protected by a shield class fire on her, and initiate boarding actions. If not target the heaviest station along our landing flight path."

This was it, they'd just get one shot at this. The Jupitus' Ion Pulse Cannon fired. The huge ion beam lanced out from the Authority fleet towards its target. In its wake, followed the slugs from the eight still-functioning mass driver batteries.

The lights flickered, the awesome weapon was a massive drain and they needed a full power cycles to bring the turbolasers back online. So many people had died already, for so little gain. What was the frail human form to the awesome power of a capital gun? That was always going to be the way though, they had to weather the storm and try and turn the tide inch-by-inch. Blood would be paid for every inch. Irys tried to put her concerns to the back of her mind and focus her analytic mind on the challenge before her.

 

[Keter]

Location: Orbit
Objective: DIVE!
Allies: OP
Enemies: ASA

Typical. Too focused on the invasion to pay attention to their rear echelons. Keter was struck by the urge to open fire to shake them up a bit, but crushed it as swiftly. They would just swivel a turret in his direction and blast him. No, chaos did not come until he was on the surface. He deftly slid his ship through space, soaring past the lumbering behemoths setting up a blockade. So many ships...they were playing for keeps it seems.

Once he would have tried capturing one of the turrets and taking some potshots at another cruiser, but that would have taken support he did not have. So on he flew, twirling into position behind a set of landing craft. They would hopefully mask his approach until they hit the atmosphere. His fingers itched to pull the triggers...no, not yet...

 

[Freanne]

Location: Drop ship
Allies: ASA,
Enemies: OP

The ship came out of hyperspace, she could feel the sudden shift in the inertia. Then her ship took off, and left to get planet side as soon as possible. The second it left the mother ship, the engines kicked in the first wave of troops ships. Where heading to planet. She was scared, as she could see other blown up. She started wondering was this war, just sitting down waiting in silence, ever wondering was the next hit going to take you out. She started getting her rifle ready, to try and keep of mind of things. It was a harpy sniper rifle, she was making sure the scope was zeroed, before she landed. Doing this calm her a little, some the others where saying prays. A couple where being boisterous, then get told by lieutenant You two shut and sit down, their be planty of things to do when we land. Conserve your energy. She looked up through view port, the planet was getting bigger and bigger. Also the was a lot space derbies, know being to float around.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

[member="Zarro Verres"] [member="Keter"] [member="Feena Mason"]



Location: A doomed bunch of fools heading up a tower for some reason.

Objective: Mitigating aforementioned doom.



Vorhi nodded to Zarro and said, well, nothing. He had nothign to say. his goal was simple, as was his plan--find and destroy whomever and whatever was going to try to kill Feena, Vorhi, or some other innocent fools on this planet. Of course, Vorhi was neither innocent nor a fool. Okay, maybe half a fool. Probably most of one, really. He did try to parry a shotgun blast of cortosis with his bare hands. At least he had moved all his assets off Roon. thank goodness for that. He needed to focus though. Fight heroically now, screw around later. Maybe get some donuts.



He wondered who would show up to this absolute lunacy of a battle. Many of the more bloodthirsty Templars turned Obsidian were liekly more than eager to stab Feena for treachery. Vorhi had nos shortage of people who'd like to take him down a peg, too. Oh well. Somebody would have to try, and he'd have to ruin it for them one way or another. The funny thing, part of him was lkay with dying here, but part of him absolutely wasn't. He wondered if all survivors felt that way, if they all had a part of them that wouldn't feel bad about dying. Then again, he'd been a survivor twice now. Druckenwell, and his home on Tegora. He had lost way more. But you know, maybe he coudl put a few in the win column.



He slowly approached the tower with his allies. Soon, this would all coem to fruition. Provided the building didn't cave in on them. That'd suck. It really would.

 

[Una Gal]

Her stomach churned as the shuttle wobbled and finally began to make its decent. The strange creature behind her had made her body tense up till her shoulders touched her ears. There was no denying her fear of the situation as Gravy spoke behind her. "Explode?!" She almost jumped out of her seat toward the window. Naboo was a wide range of colors below them and she had only ever been there once. It was a depressing thought, considering her return to the planet would mean the death of a fair few innocent people. She sunk back into her chair, slumping down it slowly. "It's too late to change my mind isn't it." She craned her head to look at Gravy, hoping for some reassuring look as the began to enter the atmosphere.

[member="Gravesen Conclave"]

 

[Feena]

Location: Palace
Allies: OP
Enemy: Anything that hurts Naboo
Objective: Get the message out, Inspire her people.

As the Queen left her office, the sound of guards moving about below, soldiers hurrying ahead to their posts, and the chaotic shouting and rumbles in the distance told Feenarah exactly what she needed to know. The battle had begun. At the sight of the drop ships, a wall of opposition was waiting. These soldiers were trained for this. For many of them, this planet, this soil, was home. They would not be brought down easy. No. Some of them would not be brought down at all. It was impossible for the few that would survive the journey through the atmosphere and Naboo's defenses over the planet, to take down even a good portion of the cities defenses. What did they hope to accomplish here?

The Queen was pretty certain she knew already. The Palace was a beacon. If they managed to take this, if they managed to take her, the morale of her people would fade tremendously. It was simply tradition engrained into these people from birth. Their monarch was a symbol. Important, if only as a sign of hope.

She refused to go down easy. And if she must die today, she would not die without the final word.

"Come on."

She turned left down the hall, unaware that at that very moment, as she was walking away, her eldest daughter was crawling just above her in the opposite direction through the ventilation system, desperately trying to remember what the lessons were that the Queen had tried to teach her while she wasn't listening. To the Mother, it was obvious. Compassion. It was simple. It was honest.
But to the Daughter, it was such an abstract idea, she may as well have tried to ask what the color red sounds like.

But the Queen had no clue, not a single idea that her lessons had gone over the girls head, nor was she even slightly aware of the childs desperate attempt to find her. She thought Felicity must certainly be on her way off world by now, or at least transported underground to the safehouse with the rest of the Princes and Princesses of state. Her people were all secure already, and as tradition, none of the rules were allowed to go into hiding until those that wished to go underground, had already done so. It was the best way to speed up evacuation.
But some had chosen to stay, little did the Queen realize. Some of the common citizens had chosen to stay out in the open, to fight this invader, fight to protect their homes, their livelyhood.

One such civillian was a young man named Marsel, a fisherman by trade. He wasn't the strongest in his neighborhood, nor the wisest, not the bravest. But he loved this world. He loved this planet. He loved his people, the oceans, the lakes, the mountains, the beaches, the cities. But mostly, he loved his house. He'd worked hard to get it. Saved up, purchased the one bedroom house just beside Theeds lake. He could dock his boat right next to it when he was done fishing for the day, or he could just go for a ride around the lake for fun. It wasn't a nice house. It wasn't fancy, and it smelled a bit like shellfish. But it was home. It was his.

Armed with a fishing spear, Marsel waited with a group of his neighbors, all armed with whatever they could find that might make a dent in their army. Some of them waited inside houses, buildings, ready to drop bottles, cans, boxes, crates, large stones- anything they could find, on top of the Invaders when they, inevitably, tried to storm through. And they would have to come this way. They would have no choice. Because the best way to the Palace, was through the city.

And the people had grown fond of this Queen that bowed to them. Humility, integrity, bravery, wisdom and compassion. Marsel reckoned he liked that in his government. He hadn't voted for her in the election, but she'd grown on him.
Besides, he didn't fight for just her. He would fight for Naboo.

The Queen didn't know Marsel. Not personally. But she'd seen him before. At her coronation. He'd struggled to the front row to get a good look at her. She'd smiled at him. That was the extent of the interaction. But it was enough.

As she started heading up the tower, she paused at a window, looking out across the city. Yes. there. She could see them start to land. If they got too close, if they broke through... But she didn't have time to think about that. She had to get her message out now. Before the battle really started.

[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Keter"] [member="Zarro Verres"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

Location: The palace, ventilation system
Allies: OP, anyone willing to help her
Enemies: The life ruiners
Objective: Find mom, get through this

Left. Left. She'd gone left, but too late.
She didn't understand how that direction would change her.

The girl could have sworn she heard her mothers voice up ahead. She was so close now. She just knew she was close. She stopped at the ventalation cover just above her mothers office.

Would be surprisingly easy to spy on her up here... she thought, leaning over to try to peak through the little slats in the vent cover. If she survived this, is Naboo survived this, she would make sure to study hard and learn what Mother wanted to teach her... by spying on her.
Felicity was a smart girl, but that didn't make her wise.

Something was wrong. The office was empty.

No. No. No!
Her fingertips slid on the back of the bolts holding the grate in. She struggled, sweat making it difficult to get a good grip on them. Frustrated, she picked up the hem of her deep blue skirt and drapped it around the screw. Yes. It gave her just enough grip. One hit the carpeted floor, then another, and another until she could lift up the vent and slide through.

Empty. Completely deserted. She'd heard that voice though! She... she could have sworn she heard it from in here. The girl looked around desperately, checked under the tables, behind chairs, under the desk. The desk. Felicity had only been in here once before. important documents always came into this room and landed on this very desk.
Felicity took a moment to admire the hard wooded surface, so smooth she could see herself in it, yet so ancient that it must have been a hundred kings and Queens who sat at this desk.
She opened one drawer. empty. Another- empty. Another- ink and pens, but nothing important.
They must have cleaned this place out when they heard of the invasion. Burned all the paper documents, just in case. But what of the ones stored in cyber space? Well, there was a reason her Mother had been so fond of good old ink and paper.

She sat on the desk, frustration welling up deep inside her. Her hands reached back to settle on the surface, but then her right hand hit something on the corner of her Mothers desk, and a holo burst to life. She jumped, and slid right off the desk, landing with a perfectly ungraceful 'Ooof!' on her backside. Grumbling a few words that her Mother would consider 'vulgar language', Felicity struggled to her feet again, using the desk for support and rubbing the spot on her lower back that hit the ground first.

It wasn't until she was in the middle of a particularly dirty string of curses that she caught sight of the holo on her Mothers desk.

The first image she recognized was herself. She remembered this. She remembered the vacation to Spira. She was younger here, wearing a short beach dress, a white hat too. She remembered that hat. And Celeste was only a little thing, hardly more than two, but clinging onto the back of Daddys neck so tight she wouldn't come off if you tried to pry her off with a crowbar. And Mom. She was smiling so much here. She smiled a lot around Dad. It was nothing unexpected. But what was unexpected was the fact that she was even here at all, and not working.

Felicity remembered the days when this was taken. She'd been so irritated with it all. Mom was never home. Her work at the Confederacy kept her away all the time. She missed meals, missed birthdays, holidays... And when she came home, she was so tired and worn down, that all she could do was go to sleep. They used her. The wrung her dry.
And Felicity never saw her.

This was during the first vacation Felicity could even remember where they had all been together. This had been the first time Felicity decided that she was going to be exactly like her Mother when she grew up...
Except she was going to be happy.

Something boomed in the distance. The girl fled to the window, throwing white curtains aside. In the distance, in the far distance, she could just barely make out... something behind the wall of soldiers. This was it. The battle had started to reach ground. She was running out of time. Biting her lip, she hurried back to the desk, turned off the tiny holoprojector, hesitated, the picked it up to bring along with her, stuffing it securely in her pocket.

Down the hall, she could hear guards coming to check the office. She had almost no time now. She grabbed a chair, positioned it under the open vent, then climbed up into it, replacing the cover just before guards peaked into the room again.

"...Was that chair always in the middle of the room like that?" one of them asked, but Felicity was already crawling ahead through the vents before she could hear the answer.

[member="Ikki Ike"]

 

[VlPER]

Aaralyn Rekali Talon Vosra

Location: Theed Spaceport
Allies: OP
Enemies: ASA
Objective: Find a few key allies

While Viper sat patiently...or rather impatiently for new orders, he wondered if any other Jedi might be present on the field today. Especially considering he had no idea who was even in charge. Was it a general? Or was it the Queen herself. Either way, his fellow Jedi would probably know. He did sort of stumble into this fight at the last second. Looking back on it now, he was actually quite lucky....er fortunate to have made it down as easy as he did. Pulling up his datapad, he quickly prepared a brief message encoded specifically for Jedi alone.

"This is Jedi Padawan Viper. Are there any Jedi here on Naboo? Please respond. I and Padawan Corvus Raaf are presently standing by at the Theed spaceport ready to offer assistance. Be it troop transport, med evac, or even resupply. We can offer limited air support as well. Repeat, this is Jedi Padawan Viper. Are there any Jedi on Naboo? Please respond!"

With the message away, his head shot up as he heard the first sounds of war rock the planet. "So it begins..."

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

|Outer Edge of the Naboo System|​

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Allies: Abrion System Authority & Allies​

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Enemies: The Omega Protectorate, [member="Ayden Cater"] & Allies​

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Objective: Infiltrate the minds of both fleets. Survive the space battle and drop into Naboo's atmosphere.​

Can you fathom an invisible hand? Corruption and fear could not be seen, only felt. And as she tasted the rebuttal, the defense of similar means, Anesia held steady, unwavering in her method. The effects of her own constantly reassembling, re-configuring; it never swayed, just bulked up. Layer upon layer of erosion and influence moved like a mighty phantom ocean in space-where it had started as only a river to deploy her intentions, to seek, to penetrate and crack- the battle prowess of the General fell in waves of chronic, debilitating manipulation that would crash into the minds of The Protectorate fleet.

Had he thought it would only be one attempt? Or that she would simply stop because he pushed back? The Lord Protector's strike of retaliation only gave her the fuel to mush on in a self-proclaimed battle of the minds.

People were people after all and in war emotions were big, stewing, simmering pots and Anesia was both the flame beneath and the spoon to stir. Will was strong, but the emotional warfare going on in every mind could easily sway rationale with enough push. The Force was not a inanimate object, it simply was and Ferrius would shape it just as she had for centuries, utilizing its bottomless pit of power to carryout and achieve her raison d'être. The storm that had been created by battle meditation only grew in strength, moving to devour anything in its path. It would consistently aim to usurp the other in play, regardless of who opposed it; there were only so many that could aptly deny such a constant intrusion that intensified by the second. Only so many that were strong enough to weather the Darkside and the woman controlling it.

The same could be said on the other end of the scale, to The Authority, only in opposite effect as it was simultaneously being used on both fronts. While Anesia aimed to immobilize the sound effectiveness of combat in the opposition by abrading their resolve to fight, the other side of the coin had the task of boosting the morale of her comrades and allies, giving them more of a affluent prowess-gusto to evade and attack with unfettered efficiency in battle. Even the very ship that encased her and the actions of [member="Salem Norongachi"], who now piloted it, were drenched in that power, indoctrinated into her efforts. The shuttle banked right, then took a nose-dive, missing oncoming fire from the Protectorate. At very turn, they barely scraped by without getting hammered with lasers and debris from brethren ships.

Screams from the deaths of her company reverberated in her mind's eye and she seemed to strike back in echoes of their torment. In revenge, as they soared closer and closer to that blue-green sphere of amnesty, the maw of that great beast widened, jaws snapping with power. The beast being her will and control of the darkness that fell in droves upon the battlefield. It meant to, in every essence, rip apart the atmosphere of Naboo and saturate the planet with its pestilent black spittle.

[member="Ordo"] | [member="Irys Arist'lar"] | [member="Raziel"] | [member="Ermac Laith"] | [member="Rahvin Talith"] | [member="General Mayhem"] | [member="Atretes Rhoujen"] | [member="Ket Van Derveld"] | [member="Phoebe Draclau"] | [member="Lancer Damar "]| [member="Freanne"] | [member="Krazhmir Tsaak"]​

 

[VlPER]

Viper waited a short while...a VERY short while before powering his engines up again. He had never seen a battle before. Had his run-in with pirates obviously, but a full scale battle was something else entirely. Unable to control his lack of patience. He lifted off from the tarmac and headed toward the fight to scout out what was happening.

His eyes widened at the sight of it all. Streams of blaster and cannon fire shot into the air at the incoming drop ships. A frown appeared on his face. He was confused. "Where were the drop ships fighter cover!?" "Ah hell! If they aren't going to cover their drop ships with adequate protection. We're going to go rack us up some kills!" Viper soon noticed an area on the far side of the city that was beginning to fill with enemy troops trying to gain a foothold. "Well, if that's where the drop ships are heading. That's where we'll will be too."

Vipers eyes quickly danced across his control panels. "Assault Concussion Missiles, 12. Shields, Max. Quad Laser Cannons, ready. Ion cannons, ready. Shields up, double front. Man if only we had some extra people to work all these weapons at once." Not waiting for his golden opportunity to slip by, Viper punched it. His body was forced back into his seat from the inertia of his speedily forward moving vessel.

A moment later, a voice came over his comm system. "Quasar's Light, this is 'Big Dog' of the Royal Air Corps. You planning on joining in the fun eh?"

A wide grin flashed across his face as he looked out to the wing of Naboo fighters that had just formed up around him. "Yes sir! Time to show these tin cans what the Naboo are really made of."

"Amen to that Quasar. You take center, we'll cover your flanks." The wing leader ordered.

"Copy that Big Dog. Let's get 'em!" Viper quickly cracked his neck and focused on picking his targets as he put the ship into full throttle. A warning beep soon sounded off. "Locked on. Missile away!!" A single missile streaked away from his vessel as he lined up his next target with his quad laser cannons. BOOOOM! Viper let out a low whistle realizing the missile was probably overkill for these fragile vessels. A fraction of a second later, the whole wing of fighters broke formation and opened fire on their respective targets.

Viper weaved and barrel rolled his ship has he passed threw the long line of drop ships filtering down from the battle above. The sound of point laser defenses could be heard pinging off his ships. His eyes darted to his console. "Fek! Shields down 29% with just the one pass." He grumbled to himself. Still, the one pass saw a few drop ships destroyed. Their smoldering wrecks rained down like flaming bombs onto the heads of the troops which had already landed below.

"Big dog, this is Viper. I'm only going to be good for one more pass I think. I'm not as maneuverable as you guys are. Besides, I won't last long once these idiots realize they forgot to send down their fighter escort." Viper brought his ship around for another pass as the wing leader responded.

"Copy that Viper. Thanks for what help you provided. It looks like the drop ships focused their firepower on you. We mostly got through without a scratch."

"Nice." Viper said genuinely. "Well, allow me to be the distraction one more time."

Giving his ship full throttle again, he raced for the deploying drop ships. "Locked on. Missile away!" Another explosion rocked the formation of drop ships as he fired away at a 4th target. His own vessel shuddered from some sort of impact.

Now threw the hornets nest of deadly fire. He withdrew and fell back to the spaceport once more. A light blinked again. Shields down by 82%. Left Ion cannon, minor damage. "Geez. Drop ships are lot more powerful than I thought. Time to get some of my shields restored."