Just Like Old Times [TU Dominion of Rodia]

[Hira Mitsae]

Location:Equator City, Rodia
Allies: [member="Morgan Redeaux"]
[4/20]

For some reason to him? Morgan was so much more attractive than he had first expected, it was something about the way she behaved, so… innocent, which was different from what Irani usually saw. Which was not to say that he was going to step off the boot anytime soon, just meant that it was an interesting change of pace in the grand scheme of things.

Darell winked at her, then offered his arm and then they would be off to the meeting of the Yuuzhan Vong and Saiba Group as a meeting. He didn’t have anything against the Vong, not really at least, as long as they were useful to him?

He would use them without any qualms, besides. They were useful in their own ways, the terraforming techniques that they controlled? The sheer possibilities of the Vong organic technology? self-cleaning fabrics?

You would be a fool not to see the profit in it, and Darell Irani might be greedy, rich and a man who usually thought with his nether regions. But he was certainly no fool and no idealist, he was all about the pragmatism.

 

[Willard Jamaane]

Black blood spattered on Will Jamaane's loafers - acklay-skin steel-toes from Shorn & Shorn, polished to a mirror finish. Maurice, sensing his master's dismay, snapped back from razorwhip to rigidity. "Damn," said Will mildly, as a decapitated Vong slumped to the floor. Maurice had slipped through the rager's guard and then his neck; precision was class. But sometimes you just couldn't avoid the spatter.

Will eyed the second warrior, keeping Maurice in a careful guard. "Don't be a hero, Maurice," he said. The purebred amphistaff hissed in a consoling sort of way. Will's left hand buzzed. "Excuse me," he said to the warrior. "I have to take this."

When the warrior realized Will's palm contained a comlink -- and that his crusade had been preempted by a call from Will's secretary about that drinks appointment with Santhe Corp. -- violence ensued.

"So uncivilized. What was that again, Marsha?"

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Location:Equator City, Rodia
Allies: [member="Darell Irani"]
[4/20]

Morgan’s innocence mostly stemmed from her obedience. She was originally designed as a criminal businessman’s companion after all. And even though Mr. Redeaux was cruel man with a terrible sense of style, she was unflinchingly loyal to him up until his execution. Mr. Irani was different breed of gentlemen though. He was courteous, kind and much more attractive than her former Master. If anything, the HRD was grateful to be working for him along with Mr. Ardik and she would show this gratuity by allowing him access to both her mind and her body with no qualms about it. She didn't have the typical reservations of a human female though she was very familiar with all of the etiquette protocols (despite Mr. Ardik's complaints at times of her manners).

But given time, the Duke would see her mischievous side as her employer at Hegemonic Automaton already had. The droid had occasional bouts of jealousy and insolence. She tended to retaliate in very passive aggressive ways, as the fastidious Umbaran had experienced firsthand. His hefty drycleaning bill was proof of this (speaking of self-cleaning fabrics).

The protocol droid took Darrel’s arm and walked with him to the meeting between the Yuuzhan Vong and Saiba Group, preparing to do most of the translating for the Duke or answering whatever cultural questions he may have about the Vong.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location:Equator City, Rodia
Allies: [member="Morgan Redeaux"]
[5/20]

Slimy organical doors groaned as they shuffled away into the folds of the equally organic creation which served as the base of operations for the Shaper-caste of the Rodia Planet, a part of him wanted to study the floor and make sure it wasn’t some kind of filthy muck that would stick to his shoes and ruin them, but the Sith in him just scoffed.

He had walked on worse than that, and lived to tell the tale.

Shoes neatly stepping onto the flooring and Morgan next to him, Darell’s eyes needed a quick second to refocus themselves on the lightning present in the room. Eventually they noted the half round table, again made out of something fleshy and several seats around them.

The Shapers were already sitting, waiting with something of impatience plastered to the face, not that they would actually say anything out of line. All present knew that this was really one of the only chances they would get to stay alive at the end of the day.

Perhaps they would have been able to get a deportation-deal, but with a combat situation being as messy as it was? Who knew what could happen.

~~Honored meeting you, Children of Yun-Yuuzhan~~ Darell addressed them in fluent Yuuzhan Vong, which would probably surprise miss. Redeux, but the businessman was good in more than… those other things that they did.

It also surprised the Shapers, who needed a few moments to recollect themselves, before one of them, a female produced a scratching sound which probably implied she was coughing. Before nodding shortly and accepting the greeting.

~~Honored meeting you, Son of Union~~

And so the talks would begin.

 

[EmKay]

PERFORMING OBJECTIVE A​

DIRECTING OBJECTIVE C​

[8/20]​

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BIO-DOME ALPHA​

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The high-standing building's large door was before him, now. The two guards that had been keeping watch for intruders were simple enough to deal with, especially with the rubble for use as weaponry. The easiest way to deal with this hive would have been to bring it down, but he said he'd keep damages minimal and he'd already compromised the integrity of the dome, brought down at least three buildings, and tore up a major roadway. The electronics had been taken out of the door. As a consequence, it was extremely difficult to open. Well, there went not causing any more damage. He raised his palm and flexed, and a wave of power sent the doors off their tracks and falling backwards. It was a longer process, being big doors, but there was a satisfying crunch when they came to rest. Apparently the Vong within didn't all get out of the way. As if to add insult to injury, Asher stepped onto the most uneven door and stood upon their corpses. It was dark. He could have activated his helmet's night vision, but instead he elected to bring two lightsabres to his flanks and ignite them, bringing an ethereal blue upon the arrayed creatures. Eyes of both Vong and Amphistaff locked onto the light, and hissing filled the room. They thought they had him at a disadvantage because the building was important, but in reality it just made it easier for him.

He let them nearer, and nearer, until they were just out of melee range, before he lashed out with lightning. The electricity pierced the soft spots of their armour and wormed into their skin. Each Yuuzhan Vong acted like a conduit to its Amphistaff. The scene before him was electrocuted, then he flicked his wrist and the variety of energy shifted. The sparks still under his control crackle and sparked into flame, even if it were still surging through a victim. The scene of storms turned to a scene of tempests, with a torrent of fire blazing through the arrayed Vong as thought it were air. The flames dissipated, and the creatures were sufficiently cooked in their crab shells. He sent his two sabers spinning over the scene, scanning the fallen creatures. They all appeared to be dead, good. The above floors would know he's here by now, but perhaps they felt fear? He stepped forward and moved on without giving the notion a second thought.

* * *​

Meanwhile, at the Citadel Construction Site...

The droids from Eridium were doing their job well. A foundation was already in place, and the skeletal structure of the new citadel was nearly complete. The probes repaired power lines and thanks to Jennifer's assistance, the site now had power. Power that was currently used to fuel floodlights that illuminated the construction zone. Another dropship landed, and it unloaded more droids and supplies, as well as an organic foreman to oversee the operations. Toward the bottom of the citadel, the exteriour walls were going in place, and the droids that laid foundations moved on to create a few smaller buildings around the central spire for residences or storage, depending on necessity.

Around the construction site, the Yuuzhan Vong seemed to have retreated fully. The Bha'Lir Obsidians had done their job well, and were holding the perimeter well, if at this point a little haphazardly. They kept a watch, and kept their ears out for alarms or odd noises, but a few engaged in conversation or watched the construction take place. The Zillo Obsidians were busy scanning and taking samples of the crystals, studying them and recording their findings. A few were working only on orders, and others were actually excited to study these things.

All around Location C, tasks were being completed and operations were running smoothly. It was an efficient run for the Order.

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

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Location: Equator City, Rodia
Allies: [member="Darell Irani"]
[5/20]

As they walked into the Shaper's operational headquarters, Morgan felt the same way Mr. Irani did. Why would this race go to such lengths to craft a building, chairs and tables out of organic material when durasteel and electronics were available to outfit out an office like this without all of that extra fleshy material to deal with? Not to mention the cost of the material. Surely inanimate objects were cheaper than a living being. But the Yuuzhan Vong went to such extremes to shun technology - well, it almost seemed counter-productive to the HRD.

In the dim light of the Shaper's meeting room, Morgan's vision scan module kicked in and the HRD instinctively looked for weapons or other threats from the rather intimidating-looking shapers. But so far, she could find none and she relaxed besides the Duke in the chairs, which in an unsettling way appeared to be undulating and alive.

The protocol droid wasn't there to judge, she was there to assist with the negotiations and translate if the Duke required those services. Mr. Irani did surprise her with his fluency in the Yuuzhan Vong language. Morgan didn't dare pipe in as her etiquette routines assured her that staying quiet right now would be the best option until the discussion was truly underway.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Equator City, Rodia
Allies: [member="Morgan Redeaux"]
[6/20]

There were many ways one could open a negotiation, one could play it easy and one could play it hard, one could be a soft one while your partner works it up harshly. But in the end there was a different way, one which Irani had learned to be quite… effective, when applied at the correct opportune moment and today?

It seemed to be that time of the day again.

One simply had to assume a simple thing when applying this particular tactic. Acknowledge it wasn’t a negotiation at all, assume dominance over the conversation and push it towards the direction that you wished it to go.

Yuuzhan Vong valued power over anything else, it was the reason why they had all those fights and why the Galaxy knew them as pain-loving addicts. The truth was far more complicated than that obviously, as it always was.

A single cast could not be used as the medium for the entire entity, could it now? So Darell took his time to look over every single individual in here, his hand patted Morgan’s knee again- almost as if giving her a warning of what was to come, and to play along with it.

~~Children of Yun-Yuuzhan, I see you have decided to accept me as your new leader and employer~~

Outrage sparked almost immediately, the idea had been to negotiate properly and work towards a mutually agreeable solution. Which honestly just meant that they had been trying to play a hard-bargain, trying to push their own agenda forward.

Irani would not have any of that.

~~It’s either death or acceptance of the situation as is, esteemed friends. You have a minute to decide on which side of the coin you would like to fall~~

Tic-tac.

The seconds started ticking.

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Location: Equator City, Rodia
Allies: [member="Darell Irani"]
[6/20]

Morgan settled in beside Mr. Irani, pulling out a log pad which would to transcribe the meeting from voice to text. After the Duke looked over everyone in the meeting space, he gave her knee another soft pat, which nearly made her shudder. Perhaps Dr. Gerhold made her sensitivity nodes a little too sensitive. But perhaps this is how human females felt all the time at the touch of a man and an attractive one at that. She had nothing to compare it to honestly, but if he didn’t stop touching her knee, she was bound to start squirming in her chair and her etiquette protocols dictated that she needed to sit still. It was bad enough that she was perched on some type of organic material that may or may not be alive.

As Morgan listened to Mr. Irani give his opening statements to the Yuuzhan Vong shapers, she assessed their reaction. The HRD wouldn’t be able to necessarily feel tension but she could visualize it and the reaction so far was not positive. Morgan came to the conclusion that the shapers had looks of rage and fury on their faces. Wasn’t more “negotiating” supposed to happen before the denouement? He appeared to have cut right to the chase and threatened this room full of the Chosen Race with death. The protocol droid’s combat routines went on high alert the minute Darell decided to shake up this hornet’s nest of Vong with his ultimatum.

 

[Eeth Forte]

Location: Iskaayuma
Objective: Scout locations for an InterGalactic bank headquarters
Post 1/20

Eeth Forte liked Rodians. They were a culture completely obsessed with violence and death, with warring clans that enslaved one another after battling for dominance. What was not to like? Not only were Rodians a cutthroat people, but also an ingenious species to boot. Live on a planet that’s frying you? Build a biodome! Hunted by dangerous predators? Wipe out all other sentient lifeforms on your planet! These guys were problem-solvers alright, and Eeth liked problem-solvers.

The Zabrak investment banker had come to Rodia to scout out locations for a new project for the Techno Union, an InterGalactic Bank that would help solidify the union's capitalistic dominance over the galaxy. And who would head up this financial giant? Why Mr. Forte himself.

As he walked around the captial of Iskaayuma, chatting away on his Datalogger, he pondered the choice. Was Rodia really the right location for the new bank? Apparently there was a little Vong problem on the Outer Rim planet at the moment, and Eeth really didn’t like the idea of being put into an Embrace of Pain simply for denying someone a business loan. He felt oddly indecisive. But what was the thing that always helped along the decision-making process? Some really potent spice. Yep, that would be the stuff alright. Good old spice. Makes ya feel like everything in the galaxy is possible.

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

Objective Delta
Location: her ship

Jenn yawned and rubbed her eyes as she looked back at her computer screen. Sure, she was in her armor, but that was for when the Vong came knocking. Right now? Stretching her neck to the left and right until she felt the pop she nodded. Right, Vong. She was accessing building specs where [member="Charlotte"] and [member="Adekos"] were located and making sure the doors were going to shut in the proper sequence. Putting the space savages, aside from Will and his kind, they’re fun, into a bottleneck to the Force users. Net Zillo was really the support of the whole damned operation after all. Next on her list?

Making sure building plans were found and delivered to the appropriate department, that the land where the Citadel was going was fine. And that was a few quick keystrokes, some modifications of the file and then submit. See? Done. Someone would see it, but it was there for a while now. Besides, it was legitimate, just getting a rush on it happening. Clean and simple.

And now? Shapers needed to be found. Marek had mentioned something about that. Some Vong would be given quarter, others would be captured and… whatever. She didn’t care, she didn’t care to know, she wasn’t going to ask. Locating several major Vong hot spots, she began submitting this data to [member="Raziel"] and [member="Phade"], they’d know what to do with it. As for the rest? She was going to wait around as the impromptu Watchtower for the group.

Checking over the list of agents and soldiers in the field, she also noticed the one named [member="Wes Redtree"]. She turned to a second computer and boosted the signal. "Redtree. This is Blanchard, from the Obsidian Order. I'm in the Rodia computer system. Is there anything I can do to help you with your objective?"

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Equator City, Rodia
Allies: [member="Morgan Redeaux"]
[7/20]

Darell Irani had expected the kind of reaction they were currently displaying and yet there was no fear apparent in his movements, eyes or words. It was almost as if he didn’t care that he walked into a room of beasts, starting yanking at their tails and sat back to watch in amusement, and perhaps? He truly didn’t care, which would have been an extraordinary attitude.

If not for the fact that Darell Irani was not a simple man by any standard.

And so he simply leaned back, legs crossed and waited until the herd would calm down under his cold blue iridescent gaze. It took them a while of course, Irani heard words spoken that even the Dark Lord might blush from.

Death threats, torture plausibilities, the opportunity of a fight or enslavement. Vongshaped to experience the same treatment as they would, when the Techno Union had arrived and they were still here, but they were fighting a losing battle.

And they knew it.

There were no other possibilities, and they knew that too. They couldn’t leave on their own with a blockade hanging over the planets and making it impossible to leave, they weren’t fighters and couldn’t earn an honest death worthy of their Gods and in the end? They cared more about their skins than they cared about their dignity.

The way of the Yuuzhan-Vong, they followed the strong. One day one of them would contest Darell, but that day would not be now, and so one by one they settled down and simply nodded.

Irani smiled politely and nodded back.

~~Very good, you know what you and yours should do next. My men will be in contact with you for relocation to safety~~

With that done he rose himself from his seat, giving a light bow from his middle and then offered his hand to Morgan.

They still had another meeting to catch.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: B
Company: [member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Charlotte"]
Location: Iskaayuma (Rodia's Capital)
Posts: [05/20]

The trio made their way through the halls of the capital building, occasionally happening upon scorch marks, dead Rodian security agents, and the occasional dead Yuuzhan-Vong warrior or priest. Along the way they were joined by another squad of reinforcing TA1s and a duo of force-pike armed TA4s. It was unfortunate this was only slightly less decisive than Adekos had intended. Someone was going to need to pay the damages on this building, and the reparations to the dead Rodians' families. Oh, the financial horror. There was absolutely no other reason to regard this as a tragedy of any other kind. None whatsoever. That was not the level of reasoning the men and women of the Techno Union were expected to act upon. Eventually they came upon the exit they were looking for, which had been sealed by blastdoors in accordance with Blanchard's directions.

As it turns out, the cutting power of the amphi-staff were more suited to Rodians and droids than triple-sealed blastdoors. Never the less, two Yuuzhan-Vong warriors stood with their backs to the group, hacking away at the doors as best they could. They might have gotten through, given a few days. Behind those two, a third warrior was supporting a wounded Yuuzhan-Vong priest. It was a strange sight, really. It was almost as if these Yuuzhan-Vong were people on some level. With hopes, and dreams, and a desire to escape and live through this immeasurable tragedy.

But everyone present knew better than that.

"There they are. Open fire!"

The TA1s raised their weapons and opened fire with the sort of precision that could only be found in machines. The priest was killed immediately, but the revolting crab armor of the warriors would provide them adequate protection for the time being.

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Location: Equator City, Rodia
Allies: [member="Darell Irani"]
[7/20]

Morgan watched the reaction of the room as Mr. Irani verbally bulldozed his way through the meeting. Her eyebrows rose and she shot the Duke a knowing glance when the language in the room became improper at least to human ears. Perhaps this was pillow talk for the Yuuzhan-Vong, but most species would be highly offended at the choice of words being growled and shouted. The Duke with his fluency in Yuuzhan-Vong and the droid with her communications module could understand everything that was said. But it seemed that there was nothing that could be done and that all the cursing and threats were nothing but bluster.

Mr. Irani rose with a self-confident grin and like the gentleman he was, he offered his hand to the HRD and she rose from the seat, adjusting her dress. She retrieved the log pad and tucked it into her briefcase and then took the Duke’s hand and they exited the meeting room with the Shapers behind them still shouting and protesting.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Equator City, Rodia
Allies: [member="Morgan Redeaux"]
[8/20]

They both stepped into the transport and away they went, this time towards a location within the bubble that was generated by the city’s generators, it wasn’t strange that this specific detail was mentioned, because they were having another meeting. The last one for the day, before they could indulge themselves in the slaughter of some Yuuzhan Vong.

This meeting would be with some Rodian Engineers for the shield generators that they were so keen on, it would need their expertise to properly handle the repairs that would be executed by Eridium Industrial on a later moment.

Everything had a point when it came to Irani.

‘Well, how was that?’ Darell asked Morgan, while they were waiting to be transported. Honestly, with her next to him he wanted to do other things, but they didn’t really have the right avenue for that right there and then.

Pilots and things like that.

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Location: Equator City, Rodia
Allies: Darell Irani
[8/20]

While the Rodian race as a whole tended towards violent and bloodthirsty behavior, not all of them were savages. The ones that Darell and Morgan were about to visit were clever alien engineers who were developing a shield generator for Mr. Irani’s business interests, that of which the HRD wasn’t too familiar with to be honest. She hadn’t known him for that long and was on loan as it were from Gerion Ardik, so other than their night at the Galactic Museum on Coruscant and subsequent and memorable trip to the Underworld, she only knew the bare minimum of Darell Irani’s business interests, enough to assist him with translation and personal assistant responsibilities. She wasn’t a business woman after all and would stay quiet on those matters.

“The Yuuzhan-Vong were not pleased but they didn’t attack us,” she said smiling back him. “So I would say you did well, Mr. Irani.” She reached up and almost like a lover would, straightened his tie for him and then smoothed his jacket in one downward motion with both her hands. Pulling her hands back, her eyebrows furrowed and she looked puzzled for a moment.

“But how and where did you learn such fluent Yuuzhan-Vong? That was really quite impressive.”

[member="Darell Irani"]

 

[H3xle]

Objective: C, help construct and defend Obsidian Citadel
Location: Soldat, en route to construction site
[1/20]


Soldat slipped out of hyperspace into the Rodia system. Union forces were already present, he had been held up on Roon setting up the reports and requisition forms to be sent over to the Department of Finance to fund, provision and train a special force of law enforcement personnel and droids to contain the Vong refugees that would be left over after the annexation of Rodia. The vong did not belong there, but their lambent crystals were valuable resources. Vong dissidents had started rising up and starting their crusade against technology again. 'Luddites.' He thought to himself as he slipped into the atmosphere. Soldat shook a little with the turbulence, but Phade had come in over uninhabited terrain and came up on the Citadel construction fast. He landed in a designated area for personal vehicles, the Union was nothing if not prepared and thorough.

Phade powered down his ship, set the droids to spectrum silence and donned his Obsidian Armor. He pulled the mask on and the cowl up. He made sure he had a blaster pistol holstered in the small of his back, a blaster rifle for his hands and the borrowed lightsaber from the Order clipped to his belt. He slung the rifle over a shoulder as he exited his ship, which buttoned up after him.

He stopped for a moment and looked around, the droids were doing their work, and the brutish Bha'lir were cordoning off. They looked like they had seen battle fairly recently, but were relaxed enough to seem not to expect it in the near future. Phade didn't know the particulars, but felt they should be more focused on the mission. With a simple shake of his head, Phade walked over to the foreman.

"I'm Phade, from Taozin. Do you mind if I set up a space in the middle of the construction and..."

"Are you karking crazy? We have droids all over the place out there, and you want to set aside a space in the middle of it? What for?" The foreman of the sight, a well built man in his late thirties with thinning hair and tanned, weathered skin, interrupted Phade. Phade mentally shrugged.

"I'm training in the art of droid manipulation, I figured I could get some practice in and use an aura to help enhance your droids..." Phade replied simply. His face was unreadable behind the mask, but if he could have been seen, he'd have raised an eyebrow.

"Oh...well, that's a different story. Yeah, as long as you can control them enough to not trample you to death, go for it. I'm not going to be doing extra paperwork just cause you got yourself karked off." The foreman indicated a section of the site that was in the middle of the construction.

Phade walked over to the site, sat down cross legged and set the rifle in his lap. He closed his eyes and focused on his connection to the force. It felt electric, sizzling with power here and there, of signals sent and received. Since he began messing with mechu-deru, his connection to the force had opened up. He truly felt that he had found his calling in the force with mechu-deru, which was good as he had mechanical parts that he could keep in working order better with the power. He drew the center of himself in the force up and suffused himself with it. He felt the electricity flow through him, as if it were powering him. His senses sharpened slightly and any fatigue fell away. His thoughts also ordered more, allowing for a clearer idea of what he wanted to do. He wanted to effect the largest portion of the site he could, so he kept pushing his aura outward, letting the electricity seem to flow out of him and to the droid that surrounded him in a whirling melee of construction. The droids had been hard at work for a few hours now, sprockets and gears were heating up and some were less lubricated than they should be, the heat generated was adversely effecting a couple of the droids within his range and grit had gotten into the mechanisms of a few others.

Phade reached out and dealt with these problems, while his aura gave the droids around him a general, proverbial, second breath of air. He reached to the droids who needed lubricant and used the force to remodulate the internal lubricating mechanisms, sending out more to those parts that needed it. He wasn't yet good enough to insert code using the force, so he would try to stay on top of these issues. Next, he mentally went to those droids that were having heat related issues. He bent certain parts of their anatomy, touched external plates to internal heat diffusers and turned the exterior of the droids into larger heat sinks. The issues with heat started falling away as droid core temperatures returned to normal operating levels. Finally, Phade turned his attention to the droids with the grit gumming up some of their works. This was a slightly harder issue, lubricant was for internal components and these were essentially external, they were designed to handle some amount of grit, and truly they would still function within normal parameters, but he wanted them to work better. He stopped those droids where they were, then used minor tricks of levitation to separate some cogs and wheels from others and spin them wildly to get the grit off. After that was done, he used the force to telekinetically wipe away the grit, leaving a mostly clean set of external rotations. Once that was done, he slipped further into his center and tried to amplify as many droids as he could.

 

[Freanne]

Objective: A
1/20

Freanne and her platoon had been on the planet for a while gathering information for [member="Asher Valentine"]. She was still waiting for orders, though she knew they had moved on to next stage of the operation clean up. The vong were on the run, after all what were they compared to force users and military discipline, nothing more than a rabel. They were tough, but they lacked tactics and coordination. This would always be mercs and monsters down fall, she waited for free fire order. Then came, Alpha platoon we have guide the vong into kill zone, open fire, open fire know. As soon as the message came over the comms, her and her scout troops who had laid in wait in one fluent movement, moved so they could see the vong. Then they lined up sites, as they the vong took cover to fight the enemy in front of them. They had forward to fast, not looking in the rear for enemy. Her troops lined up the shots, and then freanne slowly counted to three, 1....2....3 As she said three, her troops opened fire simultaneously, killing all but handfull the vong. Crab armour was nothing compared to high powered sniper rifle, the shell split open with thunderous Crack! The few who left stunned to turned to face us and got shot by droid force, who fell back rapidly leading them into this trap.

As the vong in front fell, the droids moved forward to take up new positions, before the the vong reinforcements came. She waited for her next position to set up trap for enemy to come down from hq. She moved slowly and silently for it, but hay they can repair droids much better than her troops.

 

[Velok the Younger]

For her part, Kash was content to watch. She probably should have participated more -- there was always someone observing and judging -- but her part in this was creation, not destruction. She'd already risked quite a bit to make unparalleled tools for the Techno Union. What they did with them, what they did with all their tools, was up to them. So from her old Weequay pirate ship, she monitored the situation and examined the ways in which Techno Union preparedness measured up or failed to do so. It was the kind of data that would let her project future needs and design tools to fill those needs. That, after all, was what she did best -- better than most, too.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: B
Company: [member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Charlotte"]
Location: Iskaayuma (Rodia's Capital)
Posts: [06/20]

One man. Alone. Abandoned by the people he was sworn to post alongside.

It was fine. In the grand scheme of things, they probably didn't think Adekos needed their help to tango with a gaggle of Vong philistines. And he didn't. Adekos had his trusty droids to tango with the Yuuzhan-Vong the group had stumbled upon. This was why he liked to bring plenty of droids with him wherever he went. They were handy devices to have around when the rest of his assault team were mysteriously rendered inactive. With the warrior that had previously been supporting the priest, seeing that his superior was now dead and acting in a fit of desperation, utilized the corpse as an impromptu shield. Adekos mentally applauded this ingenuity, especially since it involved the unwitting desecration of the 'holy' man's corpse.

The other two warriors, caught off guard, scrambled for cover amidst a hail of blaster bolts. The two took shelter on opposite sides of the door, behind two separate pillars. The TA1s, sensing their shots weren't landing, ceased fire. The droids were programmed to conserve ammunition in this way. It generally helped as far as conservation of resources went. This temporary lull was more than enough to give the Vong warrior with the corpse-shield the chance to act. He hefted up the priest and lobbed him into the line of TA1s, bowling over the unsuspecting droids.

"Clever girl." Adekos commented, just as the warrior lunged at him. The amphistaff hissed and lunged, only to be swatted aside by Adekos' lightsaber.

Isn't this where we came in?

 

[Haga To]

Objective: B(ish)
Company: N/A
Location: Space port on Outskirts Iskaayuma (Rodia's Capital)

"Mr Haga, the crew is done landing the relief supplies, ship is getting ready to take off, better make your way back aboard, Captain wants to make Onderon ASAP"

Haga nodded at the crewman and continued his survey of the Rodian capital. Smoke rose from burning buildings and was trapped in the cities bioshpere, giving the sky a gloomy look. The Techno Union's assault on the Yuuzhan Vong had been brutal and from his distant perch Haga could smell death emanating from the city. The Zabrak was surprised that the Yuuzhan Vong, chosen race, scourge of the galaxy had not fared better against the droid armies of the attackers. Most battle droids were after all supposedly inferior in combat prowess to most sentient species and the Yuuzhan Vong were a race whose entire existence revolved around conflict. Haga paused his musing for a moment, perhaps the Techno Union has developed a superior droid brain. He realized he didn't know as much about the Technocracy as he would have liked and even less about the Yuuzhan Vong.

"5 Mins to takeoff" somone behind Haga chirped as the freighters crew swarmed about the ship preparing for departure. Haga had boarded the ship at Ryloth, headed for Onderan but by chance it had made stop at Rodia to deliver relief supplies as a result of the conflict.

"Dont wait for me, Im going to have a closer look at the city" Haga responded.