Just Like Old Times [TU Dominion of Rodia]

[Caulder Dune]

Objective B: Kill and Make Up
Company: [member="Marek Starchaser"] | @Charlotte
Location: Iskaayuma (Rodia's Capital)
Posts: [03/20]

The Vong stopped its attacks on him for but a moment, and snarled something in its brutal language. Adekos had absolutely no idea what it said. His suit's internal devices probably could have had a translator installed which would decipher Vongspeech, but why would he degrade perfectly serviceable equipment with a Vong dictionary? In any event, the warrior had probably said something along the lines of "you're out of room." Which was true. The Umbaran, in bidding his tactical retreat, had run out of hallway. It seemed this was the end for him. Adekos was prepared to enact some clever or risky maneuver to gain the upper hand, but there was a more convenient, if messy, way to resolve things.

It happened faster than Adekos could anticipate. One moment he was formulating- the next he was using a gauntleted hand to wipe Vong brain matter from his mask. Just beyond the smoking corpse of the warrior that had, until recently, been assaulting him- another division of the reinforcements he ordered. This one lead by a pleasant looking cyborg woman. Did he have questions? Obviously. Was there time to waste with asking them? Not at all. Besides, there was slaughter to be had. Adekos found reveling in bloodshed to be totally acceptable when the victims weren't actually even capable of becoming contributing members to society as far as he was concerned.

"That was certainly punctual." He remarked, stepping over the Vong corpse even as its amphistaff tried to squirm out from under the dead warrior. "We'll need to move quickly. I anticipate there are some runners, stragglers, what have you. I don't imagine Rodian security will be able to hold them long."

If any of the Vong that fled managed to get into the streets, there would be trouble. Nothing particularly horrifying or irreparable, but more trouble than it was worth.

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Objective: B
Company: [member="Adekos"] | [member="Marek Starchaser"]
Location: Iskaayuma, Rodian capitol building
Posts: [2/20]

It was fairly surprising how quickly and fluidly the battle droids she'd been escorting moved in to handle the exact directive she'd given them. Not because she was surprised by efficiency in machines, but because they were generally pretty big. Charlotte's eyes shimmered a quick holographic grid across their surface as she switched to infrared. Thermal imaging wouldn't have been much use indoors...

Right. Stragglers. Two running for the lift at the end of the hallway behind the room. Three had fought their way out while the man she had just saved was dealing with a bioengineered snakeweapon. ...Huh. One had managed to make it past her group on the way in. Charlotte turned and leveled her rifle again, squeezing off two shots, once towards the middle of the spine and once at where head level would have been after a stagger. "Acknowledged," she responded simply.

Her wet computer relayed the locations of the runners she could see to the battle droids, broad-wave local transmission. That wouldn't have been all of them, of course. She couldn't help but smirk. The hunt was on. "There are eighty-seven exits to this building on the bottom three floors. How are we going to blockade all of them?"

 

[EmKay]

PERFORMING OBJECTIVE A​

DIRECTING OBJECTIVE C​

[5/20]​

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BIO-DOME ALPHA​

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Amphistaffs were odd things, snakes that could alter their molecular structure. They crushed just as well as the Vong, though, and they couldn't break ship-grade durasteel. The Yuuzhan Vong warriors tried their hardest to stop the advance of Valentine, but their efforts were fruitless in little more than distracting the man from his mission. His March would not cease. His visage was hard, and the rotating plates of durasteel intercepted blows from the opposition. Anything that made it between the plates was met by steel, and while it was weak enough to dent and flaw, he still used the most of his might and power to destroy those who got in his way. The plates bumped out in quick jolts. Nothing major, but enough to recoil. That's when that panel would slide aside and allow Asher to lash out from within. It was much like a trapdoor spider that kept its hiding place with it at all times. He would open a hole, strike, and return to his steel shell. Necessary precautions when you couldn't sense the intent of your enemy.

He could see his target. Between the cracks of the durasteel, he saw the governmental centre that their leader would undoubtedly have overtaken. While he imagined these things didn't exactly have a government, anything that overthrew an existing power would use the old as base for the new. It was the way of things. The nature of conquest. Another amphistaff lashed out, and he crushed it between two metal plates. Ground them across each other like scissors until the serpent was rent in half, then the panels rearranged and sandwiched its ex-owner between panels. He let flame fill his pocket domain, and slowly roasted the once-proud warrior in its shell. When the smell of burnt flesh filled the air, he let the captive go. His inexorable voyage continued, his objective closer with every step.

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Meanwhile, at the Lambent Fields...

Bha'Lir was done. The last sword drove through the heart of the last Yuuzhan Vong, and the Order's directive for extermination was complete at this sector. They sent out the report, and soon shuttles carrying reinforcements from Network Zillo came in to secure the crystals, as well as a first wave of construction droids from Eridium Industrial company to survey the area and lay out the groundwork for the next Obsidian Citadel. The next symbol of power, of authority. The next symbol of conquest. The next refuge for those who seek to hide under the wing of the Order. The Order provides, protects, and the Order is Salvation. Or so the populace was led to believe. Safety in the words of those who govern you, blind faith in those who make honeyed promises. The Order would provide, protect, and secure, of course. It was their duty, their purpose after all.

[member="Adekos"] // [member="Charlotte"] // [member="Dagora-Kel"] // [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] // [member="Marek Starchaser"] // [member="Phade"] // [member="Seto Du Couteau"]​

 

[Corey's OOC]

Objective: B
Teammates: [member="Adekos"] [member="Charlotte"]
Location: Rodia Capital
Post: 1 of 4

More droids came in for a landing and he could tell the way they responded, two dozen were linked into the Hydra Droid networks. That was nice, a lot of viewpoints to scan the area. Marek only wished he could get that bit of data streaming and working for him. The droids, the platoon of TA-1s and the two Hydras were working their best to mow through the Yuuzhan Vong. Landing back on two feet, he took more shots at the Vong and continued to lead the team on the way over to Adekos.

Makign his way to the capital building, Marek watched more Vong call. Time to get to work on saving the Rodians. “Adekos.” He nodded. “And… you.” What was the new comer’s name? He’d have to ask [member="Asher Valentine"]. He did like this one. She was violent.

“The Hydra droids can link in a few of the units, can cover a few exits and work as a cohesive unit… The rest? Bring down some air patrols?” Because droid units against Vong? That was a happy ending.

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

Objective: D
Monitor the Rodian Computer System
Post 6 out of 20

Downloading and converting, encrypting and sending the data off. That was what Jenn was getting into right now. Most of it was public records, but it needed to be updated. And the rest? She was breaking into some of the military channels, only enough so that she could send the data to the Techno Union command and help direct droid units to the proper location, protect the citizens and weed out any filthy Yuuzhan Vong. And then there was the manner of the capital. That was where Marek was going, so it was only fair to help out with that, after all, the capitalist was sponsoring her not in only one, but in two business collectives.

“Archon,” She contacted [member="Asher Valentine"]. “I’m transmitting you a contact link for the Rodian Security network, we’re mapping incoming Vong to your location. And I’m doing the best to reroute systems to allow for power in the Lambent fields.”

That was right before she broke into the capital building. She knew that there was a mission going on that way. [member="Adekos"] and Starchaser were out there. “Masters. I can control some of the exits on that building. Any pattern you want?” Welcome to Watchtower.

 

[EmKay]

PERFORMING OBJECTIVE A​

DIRECTING OBJECTIVE C​

[6/20]​

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BIO-DOME ALPHA​

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The weapon let out a whisper of a pew as it fired. As Asher neared the heart of the Vong operation, the warirors' presence grew denser. The railgun-like device penetrated the Yuuzhan Vong armour with precision, and with his enhanced Force-borne senses, he was still able to land vital shots that led to one-shot kills. He was slowly mowing through the enemies when he had to change the pellets within. That's when his helm crackled on and Neophyte Blanchard's voice came through.

“Archon, I’m transmitting you a contact link for the Rodian Security network, we’re mapping incoming Vong to your location. And I’m doing the best to reroute systems to allow for power in the Lambent fields.”​

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"Thank you, Blanchard, these pests are difficult to keep track of; and I'm sure Network Zillo will appreciate your efforts at the Fields." he replied cordially, then closed his weapon and let loose more rounds into his foes.

They fell. As he knew they would. Then his senses of danger kicked in. More of a gut feeling than a Force sense in this instance for obvious reasons, but the corner ahead rubbed him the wrong way. He gritted his teeth and sent one of the durasteel panels spinning through the air like some broken saw blade. It cut through the other durasteel and permacrete until it was too worn to be of use, then he gripped the building with the might of the Force and wrenched it down upon the alleyway. He could hear the hisses and growls of Vong being crushed by construction material. Force Dead couldn't save you from several hundred metric tonnes of steel and artificial stone. Perhaps this encounter would teach them the True Way. Perhaps.

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Meanwhile, at the Citadel Construction Zone...

"We're receiving word that there is an effort to redirect power to this area." came one of the members of Zillo.

The droids acknowledged and relayed that information to the company vessel in orbit. It acknowledged, and sent down a dropship to deploy additional workers and drones that ran on repulsorlifts and inspected power lines. They would handle the physical connections of electricity, while this Jennifer Blanchard worked the authorisations and priority levels. The members of Bha'Lir had established a perimeter, and any Wong they saw were quickly dispatched. Lightsabres planted into the ground illuminated the perimeter, and served as a warning to stragglers: Come near the Lambent Fields and die.

[member="Adekos"] // [member="Charlotte"] // [member="Dagora-Kel"] // [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] // [member="Marek Starchaser"] // [member="Phade"] // [member="Seto Du Couteau"]​

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location:Equator City, Rodia
Allies: [member="Morgan Redeaux"]
[2/20]

Loyalty, how boring. But he supposed he couldn’t exactly fault the young HRD for that, it was ingrained in her entire system to be loyal to her current employer and that wasn’t something that could easily change for Morgan, which was not to say that he wasn’t just a little bit disappointed. Gossiping about Ardik was always one of the most amusing things one could do while waiting for transportation to run its course.

And then she asked him his opinion on Gerion, which wasn’t all that surprising either, Morgan had always been a curious person when it came to certain things. Darell had experienced that first hand and still had pleasant memories about that.

‘Uptight, indignant when his mood turns sour and with entitlement issues of a grown man child.’ Darell sniffed as he answered her truthfully, turned to half-face her and dropped her a wink. ‘One of the best friends a man could have, really.’

It was because they were good friends that they could be honest about each other’s flaws without being all that upset about it when they call each other out. The pilot turned around and addressed Irani soon after.

‘Boss, we are almost at the LZ.’

To which Darell nodded. ‘How is it looking?’

‘Seems the Shapers have erected their housings outside Equator City, it seems quiet enough for now, but I am not sure how long that will last with our friends burning down shet on the capital. Excuse me for my Umbaran*, sir.’

‘Bring us in and keep the engines running.’

‘Right you are, sir.’

The businessman patted Morgan on the leg to signify he wasn’t worried at all, which might just give her some more confidence too in this entire matter.

Full Definition of UMBARAN

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a(1): Uptight, crass and generally having a low emotional intelligence score. (2): A Near-Human species which has the planet of Umbara as its homeworld. (3): A curse, explicit and blunt way of putting things.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

Location: Bio-Dome
2/20


Vong and Archangel death machines. Though both would undoubtedly deny it, in many ways they were Not So Different. In a sense that both were Scary Dogmatic Aliens, with the Fundamentalist thrown in, with a desire to subjugate the Galaxy due their fundamentalist, racialist beliefs. The Vong venerated pain and were extreme in their use of biotechnology, believing any form of inorganic machine to be blasphemy, Archangel was the personification of the probably narcissistic self-worship of the machine and believed that all organic life must be eradicated or converted.


Direct opposites of the ideological spectrum, but so similar. Vong warriors were conditioned to be remorseless, fierce killers who could not even be slowed down by pain, for they had a religios devotion to it that bordered on the perverse and Kerrigan's 'book club' sessions appear tame by comparison. Archangel HRDs were designed to be ruthless, merciless killers who could not feel pain or fear. A simulacrum of humanity and able to pass as it, but with none of the redeeming qualities humans might have.


Dropships swept down from the sky, where a fierce battle still reigned between Techno Union and Archangel fighters against the fighter craft unleashed by the Vong, with the sky being lit up by streaks of laser fire as it swept through the air. On the ground Vong warriors faced them, growling, hissing and so on and so forth whenever a member of the Proud Warrior Race was confronted by the blasphemous, disgusting presence of a machine that dared to challenge them. The HRDs did not make any such noises because, well, it was not a very machine thing to do.


Instead, as the Vong and their minions fell upon the machines, they answered with gunfire. To be more precise, the roar of bolters resonated across the biodome's presence along with the thunder of portable shattercannons. Organic shell armour was shiny, but even if it could not withstand the onslaught of heavy duty explosives and high-velocity projectiles. Explosions resonated across the area, unstable structures were blown apart and windows burst, with shards of glass tumbling onto the ground.


When Vong came close enough to initiate melee combat, falling upon the droids with claws and and amphi-staffs, they were met with flamethrowers and APE rounds fired from bolters. Fire was always a good way to purge the unclean, which is why every group of religious and pseudo-religious zealots needed a copious supply of it. Kill It With Fire was even a trope! Here and there an HRD was taken out of commission by a Vong and broken, here and there a Vong underwent the unpleasant experience of having his throat crushed by a droid, being roasted in the cleansing fires of purity or getting cleaved in half by a chainsword. Sniper fire greeted the HRDs from the dome and adjourning buildings, but from the sky Gunships rained down covering fire.

 

[Raziel]

Objective: A | B
Company: [member="Charlotte"]
Location: In Transit
Posts: [1/20]

The spynet teams moved in quickly and efficiently. For a while the organisation had been hoovering up talented individuals as the Confederacy down-sized its humanoid military for more droid legions. They had arranged a significant number of elite troops, comprised of humans, bothans, twi'lek, rodians, and even the odd "native" yuuzhan vong, into elite exfiltration teams. They were used for delicate missions within Techno Union Territory, as well as to extract agents from hostile situations outside Abrion space.

A Yuuzhan Vong darted out of the capitol bulding, only to be brought down by a number of stun blasts. It was loaded into a waiting speeder quickly, even as a cordon to keep civilians away was arranged by the regular Rodian law enforcement. A spynet agent checked the Yuuzhan Vong's identity, before quickly putting a bolt through the back of its head.

"Charlotte," a voice would sound quietly over a secure channel. "Key Yuuzhan Vong targets, namely shapers, are to be left alive for a special project. We're uploading a series of parameters now. These comprise the best data we have on targets. A simple eigenspace analysis should give you a 95% confidence match on key targets with a clear view within two seconds."

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Raziel slid the cryoban grenade into the chamber of his smart launcher, and gently closed the breach. The stealth shuttle cut a graceful path through the air, bottoming out of the drop and curving into path parallel to the ground along a canyon.

"Five minute to location, the locations of the three target groshals are marked on your HUDs, get ready."

With any luck, they'd have the shapers in their custody within the hour, without anyone being wiser.

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Location: Equator City, Rodia
Allies: [member="Darell Irani"]
[2/20]

Morgan got the distinct feeling that Mr.Irani was looking for somewhat of a different answer than she had given him, but she supposed if he was seeking specifics, he would need to be more specific with his line of questioning. In any case, the protocol droid listened to the Duke’s assessment of her employer and had to admit, he was spot on. That description fit Mr. Ardik perfectly but Morgan had seen other parts of his personality as well. There was a reluctant kindness at times but that kindness was only revealed after a long arduous process of proving to him that you were capable and worthy. She smiled at Darell Irani after he truthfully admitted that her employer was one of his best friends and said, “Mr. Ardik has incredibly high standards. So I’m not surprised he has chosen you as a friend as well.” Or at least she hoped Mr. Irani's adoration towards his friend was reciprocated. She was also pleased that her truth scan module appeared to be in working order as it wasn't that long since she had self-installed it.

By the sounds of it, they were closing in on their location near Equator City. The Duke patted the HRD on the leg, and although she knew it was nothing more than a friendly touch - or so it seemed - she greatly relished the sensation. Morgan was still getting used to the brand new nerve sensors that the Underword engineer had recently woven through her synthskin and biofiber. To be touched after going her entire life without knowing what that felt like… well it wasn’t something she could yet take for granted. She knew it would be improper to do anything else especially since they were so close to the city and their business-critical mission, so she slipped her hand on top of his where it rested on her knee and gave it a soft squeeze of appreciation.

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Objective C: Protecting Lambent Fields
Post: [1/20]
Allies: [Member="Asher Valentine"]

The snap hiss of his saber brought a glimmer of a sneer from the corners of the Du Couteau's mouth. His movements swift and precise as he swung his saber. With another snap hiss Seto placed the saber back into his hilt, his gloved fingers tracing around his utility belt. Masked and armored, Seto stepped forward and moved to ready himself for the 'drop' unto the surface and into a blazing battle.

Truth be told the logistics and strategies that the Du Couteau heir was thinking of did not exactly plan on he himself dropping in hot into the war zone. A small sigh escaped his lips as he refocused his mind, his hands clenching into fists, the drop ship shuddered and shook as it continued to the drop off point. His steel blade resting and sheathed on his back in between his jetpack and his own back. His armored boots clanked with each step he took forward, the ship shuddered once more and the ramps opened slowly. Seto breathed in deeply and once the ramp opened fully he sprinted forwarded and jumped out and into the open air. His body embraced the freedom of the open air, he ignited his jetpack and zoomed forward before directing himself downward to engage the enemy.

Seto landed softly enough, bending to his knee and keeping himself low. He disengaged and unattached his jetpack and let it fall to the ground. He did not want anything to suddenly cause the remaining fuel inside the pack's tank to explode. Healthier life choices, to an extent as Seto also reminded himself he was running headfirst into a battle field. His fingers wrapped around both the hilt of his training saber and steel sword, his talent for duo wielding each blade growing with each day of training but he still preferred single blade combat but until he had accomplished building his own lightsbaber and leave his training saber behind, he needed to wield something deadly.

Feet pressed into the ground and launched his body forward, forward into the defense of their new Citadel on these crystal farm lands. His HUD indicated incoming planetary bombardment from their fleet and Seto quickly assured himself was no where near the zone of fire, not that he did not trust the gunner's aim, well he did not exactly trust them in actuality. His eyes tracked down the twin blazing inferno blasts tearing through the atmosphere before devastating the ground it had targeted for destruction.

His blades flashed forward, careful to not allow one another to hit in fear of damaging his sword, he encountered and engaged his first Vong warrior. If the previous attacks the Obsidian Order did not break their enemies moral, Seto would personally see to their mistake of choosing to continue to fight the Knights of the Order. The folly of fighting Seto Du Couteau of Bha'Lir.

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The strain of each movement alerted Seto of the lack of rigorous training, or rather his choice of slacking in his training. His breathing slowed down to a preferable rate as he continued to walk forward and to finish his patrol on the perimeter. His eyes still burning of pure passion for the battles he still felt has yet to finish as he looked around himself, his HUD displaying no unidentified movements, his attention turning towards the center as he noted more and more drop ships transferring more equipment. "Sector "C-1" Patrol reporting, status all clear," Seto said into his Comms.

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Objective: B
Company: [member="Adekos"] | [member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Raziel"]
Location: Iskaayuma, Rodian capitol building
Posts: [3/20]

"Acknowledged," Charlotte responded, once again simply and without any perceivable inflection. She was obviously not talking to Adekos, but the lass was pretty overtly weird, so maybe she was. Who knew? Before she had even spoken, a small visual indicator had appeared in her cybereyes. [progress: 15%] It didn't take more than a second or two for the transfer to complete...and immediately afterwards, Charlotte showed remarkable common sense for a totally inexperienced cyborg death-baby and transmitted those same parameters to the battle droids she had the frequency for.

>>if_match lethality0 ; alert_unit ch-01

Why were they capturing shapers? It didn't matter. Orders were orders. Enemies were enemies. Raziel, a clear figure of authority in her mind, had told her to do something. She was going to do it. Hopefully her Harbinger's stun setting would be enough to incapacitate whatever excuse the Yuuzhan Vong had for scientists.

New person. Charlotte's eyes flicked to him for a moment in acknowledgement, then went back to calculating the situation. [hydra droids] were outfitted not unlike Charlotte herself. Marked efficiency increase in subordinate droids. "A computer lockdown of all exits on one side of the building would be more efficient than one floor. Our interior forces can then block another side from the inside, offering the exterior droids an operable field of fire that targets could potential escape into."

Hopefully those Hydras were programmed with the priority targets, too. Charlotte couldn't do this on her own...or even just with a bunch of really dangerous electrostaff-armed elite guard droids.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: B
Company: [member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Charlotte"] | [member="Jennifer Blanchard"]
Location: Iskaayuma (Rodia's Capital)
Posts: [04/20]

Somewhere, across the lush jungles of Rodia, someone was incorrectly defining the term "Umbaran." This neanderthalic practice normally would have incensed Adekos, but... Actually, it did incense Adekos. Greatly. Which was strange, considering he was half a continent away from whoever was doing such a thing. Or perhaps that wasn't what had incensed him. Perhaps it was instead the screaming Yuuzhan-Vong harpy that came running from the conference room, only to be blasted back inside by a succinct steam of Force Lightning. No one really knew why Yuuzhan-Vong were affected by Force Lightning. It was undoubtedly for the same reasons that Tatooine had an atmosphere or that incomprehensibly large worms lived in giant asteroids in space.

There had been a point there. Somewhere. Speaking of points, they were swiftly joined by Marek Starchaser and a few Hydra Units. Hydra Units were always a joy to see on the battlefield. Especially when this was less of a battlefield and more of a decisive assassination of Vong leadership.

"It sounds as though we'll be locking down one side of the building and reinforcing the other. Wherever they're running, they won't get far."

 

[Wes Redtree]

2/20

They said the sum total of sentient wisdom could be summed up in just two words..."wait and hope", with this in mind we can surmise that the sniper is the wisest of all beings in the military for his life is summed up also in two words..."breath and squeeze". Wes opened his eyes as the thoughts and feelings of a man were slowly replaced with those of a soldier. He opened his case and removed his rifle then with a deft, practiced hand he loaded his weapon and jumped from the dropship.

He hustled to a position chosen in advance and began settling in for his day's work. The yuuzhan vong on watch at the north entrance began his shift turned to survey the area and with a sudden silent puff of pink mist...lost his head. Wes slid across his belly to his next position and soon the roving guard was also neutralized. They wouldn't have long before the bodies were found or the check in was missed but the way was clear for now. Wes however was not finished yet. The force dead soldier rose to a knee and began his trip to vantage point three to snipe the landing strip.

 

[Darth Rixas]

Objective: A
Location: Falling
Company: [member="Dagora-Kel"] [member="Canade-Kel"]
Posts: 2/20


Fastening himself into his seat, Ashogo's gloved fingers moved up and down, pressing button after button as he simultaneously looked over holo-logs on his datapad with his opposite hand. Satisfied with the shared information, he watched as Dagora's droid fell from view and moments later he followed suit, driving his mech to the edge of the hangar before he punched a final button which slammed the overhead of his cockpit into place. Even in his solitary confines he could hear the buzzing of the hangar- people shouting orders, other warriors mounting their droids and announcement being made over the hangar comms. Narrowed eyes focused on the violet barrier separating clean air from the void of space and finally he crossed over the harmless threshold and met the cold encompass of space. The rushing sounds of the ship fell silent, sucked into the inaudible abyss of space save for the singular beeping noise coming from the dashboard of his droid.

The trip downward, however short it was, was appreciated by the sith knight if only for the near silence he loved the drown himself in when off the battlefield. Lava-hued eyes then drifted down to the emerald planet beneath his feet. The planet grew larger in Ashogo's sight by the second until finally he'd broken into the atmosphere of Rodia and land could be seen thousands of miles under his feet.The bright, sunny hues of the planet's only sun Tyrius, soon sheathed Ashogo's droid with a luminous flare though it did little to harm his vision, thanks to the well shaded viewport of the cockpit. The illumination stretched skyward into the endless lacuna of the welkin complimented by the backdrop of the ragged teeth of Rodia's skyline. Framed with burning aureola his craft descended, an unforgiving Dar'Manda bent on wreaking havoc in the impending battle. The planet consisted of mostly ocean, trees, and swamps but as Ashogo stared across the jungles and rain forests of the planet, the fauna failed to hold his attention nor keep his thought- for the Vong were here.

The myriad of phoenix vessels crossing into the atmosphere of Rodia burst into the view of possible onlookers on the surface, a blazing company of droids and drop pods with thoughts of glory brought about through hardship. The Techno Union would undoubtedly march forth in unmerciful Parade to destroy the Yuuhzan Vong for their sins, ever incensed, swearing vengeance with an ardency that would see the Aliens wither in the frigid expanse of turmoil and never-ending struggles wrought by an enemy that wished only their destruction.

Then suddenly a warning light blinked insistently in the panel of Ashogo's droid. His posture stiffened as his hands lurched forward to grab the controls of his vessel and slam them to the right, forcing his droid to spin and miss what could have been the death of him- a shell fired from a Yaret-Kor. His instincts had allowed him to evade the shell, causing his resolve to remain unmoved, unwilling to be influenced and cowed by weakness and fear. Instead, his enemies would discover him prepared, all-too-willing to bare witness the violent show of his power unshaken.

The vong attempted to thwart the forces of the Union, attempted to blow them out of the sky before they landed but the assault would prove unsuccessful. What the intergalactic aliens would meet is the force of unrelenting melee, as the gifted champions of the Union united with the abominations of the Force to end their plague, each the villain and ever the hero.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Objective: Beat the Feth out of Yuuzhan Vong with a stick made of technology and the Force
Location: Chilling with [member="Adekos"], eyeing the cyborg [member="Charlotte"], waiting on [member="Raziel"] and comm chatting with myself as [member="Jennifer Blanchard"]
Post 7 out of 20

See? This was the kind of operation Marek liked. Sure, the Foreman was a piss poor excuse of a soldier, which was why he was ‘assisting’ the director of Net Zillo. And with that, the plan from Jenn, his not-really Apprentice but more… protégé? Was put into play. The best sound for Marek was the Haor Chall Hydra Droids blasting away at Yuuzhan Vong biotech with their BlasTech rifles. All so that Arecneau Trade could deliver products here to assist with Eridium Industrial’s terraforming of the reclaimed Rodia. Was that enough blatant advertising? Yes? Good.

He checked his right arm, the Phade cybernetic seemed to be fitting well. The next was following Adekos, through the building. Confident that the Hydra Droids were given the full specification of the mission, kidnapping Shapers so that Techno Union interests could do with them what they would, a keen eye watching Marek would notice he only attacked after the targets were designated. As his armor was being outfitted to fit an AI shortly, he was linking into the Hydra Droids data streams, when they marked a target, quicker than he could without the Force on these undead vermin, that was when he moved.

Idly, he wondered where Prime was. Probably making a coat out of Vong skins, or something. That droid was a real pleasure to throw at enemies. He nodded to the team. “Lets get killing. See if we can rescue any Rodians before the Vong do too much fethed up chit to them.”

 

[EmKay]

PERFORMING OBJECTIVE A​

DIRECTING OBJECTIVE C​

[7/20]​

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BIO-DOME ALPHA​

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"Enough." Asher commanded.

The forces arrayed before him were a nuisance. He was making progress, but too slow. He halted, and came to his knees. The durasteel plates he had remaining formed a shell over him, and he closed his eyes and focused. The ground before him became his conduit. The Force was his tool to shape the world. He felt a weightlessness come over him as he gathered his power and coiled it for his next master stroke. Then he stood, the plates fell, and he snapped one foot forward as though kicking the ground. A wave of telekinetic energy tore the road before him, launching Yuuzhan Vong into the air. High enough to be lethal. Then he continued his original pace, as the screaming and yelling mass of troops rained down around him. Necks broke, limbs twisted, those who didn't die were too maimed to fight. He closed his eyes and breathed in the chaos. The destruction. It sated a base desire of his existence, and he was able to think clearly again. With the addiction sated, he made the last leg before he reached their central hive. Then the real fun could begin.

* * *​

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Meanwhile, aboard the Fallen Dawn...

"Status report."

"Obsidian Order has cleared the crystal field. Eridium Industrial has begun laying foundations for construction."

"Good. How is the Archon?"

"The Bio-Dome is still erect, so that is a good sign."

"That's not what I asked."

"...He's fine, he's hunting."

"Then we should have Rodia in a matter of hours. Keep me updated."

"Yessir."

[member="Adekos"] // [member="Charlotte"] // [member="Dagora-Kel"] // [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] // [member="Marek Starchaser"] // [member="Phade"] // [member="Seto Du Couteau"]​

 

[Enyo Typhos]

((Moira's writer here, just using HRD PC minion)
(3/20)

Location: Bio-dome
Objective: Purge Vong!


With every blood-stained step, change was coming to the world of Rodia. Change through the barrel of a gun. Across the corridors of the dome a battle was waged between the two competing groups of fundamentalist, genocidal and probably insane zealots, the Vong and the Archangel droids.


A shattergun was a truly shiny weapon. Despite their tiny size the metal projectiles of the weapon could cause significant kinetic damage against all but the heaviest suits of armour, such as phrik and beskar. Alas, while the gun was powerful and relatively silent, it suffered from the drawback of having a truly appalling rate of fire and while ideal for sniping and silent takedowns was of no utility for crowd control. Enter ARGH, which had the entertaining idea of taking inspiration from the time and tested minigun to create a portable shattergun rotary cannon. An even more fortunate coincidence came to pass when Akala plunged the Galaxy into chaos and the Reavers descended upon Bespin. How the Bando Gora suddenly managed such a resurgence after being wiped out again and again was besides the point, but it had been a welcome opportunity for Archangel to raid an ARGH/Firemane mining outpost and abscond not just with cortosis, but also with plenty of weapons that were duly reverse-engineered. It was obvious that the death machines would use the weapons better than debauched Eldorai and organic-loving droids!


The result of this chain of events, which for some reason this writer decided to describe in this post, perhaps to lengthen it a bit, was beautiful carnage as Callisto fired her shattercannon upon hordes of Vong, sweeping across the hall ahead and adjacent corridors. With droid strength it was easy enough to hold the weapon and retain enough mobility. Through fire and steel, the dome would be purged and the primitives would be eradicated.


Ra-ra-ra-ra
Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra
Ra-raaa-raaa-raa-raaa-raaaaa

Synthetic vision, targeting and photoreceptors ensured satisfactory accuracy and the beauty of the gun was that you did not even have to aim that well to hit something. The ichor of Vong was splattered across the floor, pillars were being blown by explosions and windows shattered. A number of HRDs had sustained damage in vicious melee or due to ion attacks, but they would fight on, even if lacking limbs, for that was what they were programmed to do. In that regard droids were quite useful, for they would fight without complaint or demands for nonsense such as minimum wages.


In her HUD Vong appeared with a crimson outline, Archangel droids and allied Techno Union personnel as blue. With a mechanical lack of mercy she continued her process of elimination, leading a squad of HRDs deeper and deeper into the dome. The armour-piercing bullets of the shattercannon blew apart the skulls of Vong, when they came close enough to engage her in melee combat with their claws and amphi-staffs she used the oversized cannon as a club to bash them to death. By now her armour was damaged, her skin torn in places and showing the metal beneath it, but she pressed on. One Vong managed to throw her back by landing a powerful blow with a mace, but she was quickly back on her feet and when the mace came once more caught it with her bare fist, moving at rapid velocity, then proceeded to crush the hostile's skull before tossing the creature at another opponent, who shortly after perished in a hail of bullets.


There was a jolt when she suddenly received new commands, fed directly into her droid brain from Archangel mission control. Briefly her eyes flashed a bright crimson as she absorbed the new information within the blink of an eye, likewise sending the data to the other droid units in her group.


Objective: Exterminate Vong, secure bio-dome for Techno Union takeover.
Addendum to Objective: Capture Vong Shapers alive.


Callisto did not need to know why Archangel was interested in Shapers being kept alive and captured, only that this was what the Progenitor Unit desired. Adjustment was made to command protocols, data that should give her a comfortable nine-five percent accuracy at identifying the Shapers was transmitted. Of course, 'alive' did not mean uninjured, meaning that kneecaps were perfectly fine. With the transmission having been passed on, some droids brought forth Gorgon web rifles or Czerka headbangers for the purpose of incapacitation.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location:Equator City, Rodia
Allies: [member="Morgan Redeaux"]
[3/20]

Darell Irani hummed a little bit at the squeeze and leaned back against the durasteel hull behind him, he seemed to be immensely pleased with himself at this exact point in time, which perhaps wasn’t really all that strange in the grand scheme of things. A beautiful woman next to him, money at his every gesture and danger in front of them? How could he not be excited for the prospects of what was to come next?

The transport landed on the designated LZ and Irani filed out of the vehicle, offering a hand to Morgan as he stepped out, so she wouldn’t have to do a whole climbing and breaking exercise. Other hand giving his eyes some shade, he looked around and noted all the more organic creations of the Yuuzhan Vong. Hm, that really seemed to be their thing everywhere around.

‘Well.’ Darell finally said, giving Morgan a look. ‘This is gonna be fun though it might end in a tragic fight to the death.’

Spoken at such a relaxed tone it would almost seem as if Irani was talking about the weather.

‘Maybe a kiss, just to be sure that we don’t expire with at least some fun on the lips?’

The smuggest most disarming grin was displayed right after that.a

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Location: Equator City, Rodia
Allies: [member="Darell Irani"]
[3/20]

Morgan took Mr. Irani's hand and gracefully stepped out of the transport in the highest of heels. Wearing a form-fitting knee, length black dress and understated jewelry, she stood beside Darell and checked her datapad briefly, looking every bit the competent personal assistant to a businessman and not the Chief of Security and occasionally renegade droid that she was.

After he said their negotiations may end in death, she peered around the landscape. While the environment didn't look particularly dangerous, her combat routines kicked in and she became more alert to a sudden assault. Morgan was appropriately armed with a hand-held blaster in case either of them were attacked. Likewise she Mr. Ardik had a series of k'Jtari self-defense moves programmed into her, and that along with her advanced encryption and lockout systems for protection from slicers, made her an excellent bodyguard as well as personal assistant.

When Mr. Irani turned, smiled devilishly and suggested a kiss, she looked around to make sure it was proper to do so and said, "Why of course." How could she not oblige him when he had opened up a world of experience to her that she had never before felt? She put one hand on his shoulder and on tiptoes, craned her neck up to reach his mouth. She didn't want to fully make out with him as they were in, if not in the company of others, at least in view. But her lips were soft and willing, her mouth parted slightly. The sensations for Morgan were incredible since she was still so new to them and as she kissed him, one leg demurely bent up at the knee. But business awaited them, so she pulled away and with the edge of her thumb, gently wiped the crimson lipstick off of his cheek, where she had brushed it with her lips.

"Where are we off to first?" she asked.