Let Slip the Dogs of War [Protectorate Invasion of Druckenwell]

[Dicer]

Location: Suburbs of Il Avali, Capital of Druckenwell
Aims: Establish FOB
Allies: OP PC's attacking the city, 50,000 men and women of the ODF army.
Follows on from: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/31484-the-first-roll/

Private Curtis 'Dicer' Charles finally had his feet on the ground. The legs that connected them to the rest of his body still didn't feel quite right.

He had been confident, even keen back in the assembling fleet. There had been plenty of encouragement, back-patting and banter. The Eriadu 171st Mechanised Infantry had been on the same ride, which had been the source of much amusement for the younger squaddies. They had a long rivalry with the 5th Rifles and there had been a lot of words exchanged between the two on the journey.

That confidence had evaporated as soon as their Herald had come under fire. The army wasn't composed of hardened veterans like Pyre, many of the squads were filled men under twenty one. At least he hadn't thrown up like Private Makelroy. The company chaplain had been walking the aisles offering quiet words of encouragement.

Curtis always found it odd that they still held the historic title. There had been no religion in the Regiment for a thousand years, yet the men responsible for pastoral care were still referred to as chaplains.

The anti-air fire had been thick, the rising column of smoke a few clicks to their west from the graveyard of the lone herald class that had succumbed was testament to that.

Dicer took one deep breath to steel himself, and fell into line with his squad.

"Right you lot! HUD check!" shouted Sergeant Jonas, his SL.

He checked the display in the corner of his visor. "Check," he shouted in turn. He could see the location of every man in his twelve-strong squad. He knew the platoon commander could see everyone fire team leader under him, the Company Commander could see every squad leader, and the battlegroup commanders had much more detailed, tactical displays.

That HUD would encapsulate his life for the rest of the battle. His job was to do as his squad leader commanded and cover his men. Any further thinking was reserved for officers.

"Right, listen up," the voice of Captain Krayt came over the comm. "Pyre and elite forces have dropped right in the city. The armor and mechanised units are forming up to advance now. They're going to try and make quick advances into the city. For now we're going to hold back with the majority of the forces whilst the FOB is brought online and artillery is prepared. Sounds like they've built some kind of wall, so we're going to soften them up."

"A wall?" Jonas asked.

"Yes, seems they've resurrected city defences from the dark ages. Third Platoon you're to help get the anti-air batteries prepped, the CIS still still has superiority over the city and they might send a welcome party.

"Oh and one more thing. I don't want to hear any more bleating about space wizards. We're going to spread out and attack a front that is nearly one hundred kilometers across, chances are you boys won't even see a Jedi in action."

Dicer stood to attention and silently listened to the chatter between the Company's senior officers as orders came down. He didn't envy the 171st who would be on their way into the fray now.

No, he would be there before too long. His Platoon favoured the lighter CC13 and we're urban warfare specialists. Theirs would be a brutal war of clearing the CIS out house by house.

Fancy Jedi and mercenaries did the flash work, but it would be the grunts on the ground who tidied up the mess and made the hard yards that would win the war.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Some random forest
Objective: Reenacting the Matrix
Allies: a God and the Force
Enemies: There is no bullet ([member="Tobias Cross"] [member="Seanna Vel"])
[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]

The man previously known as the Lord of the Fringe was about to reach for the hand of his friend, when precognition settled in. Now you have to understand, Ovmar wasn’t a precognition expert, he couldn’t farsee into the future and prepare himself for stuff that happened five weeks in the.. well future. That was severely out of reach for him.

But what Ovmar is is a Mentalist Expert, in tune with the Living Force. So when a girl decide to do something like sniper shoot him from a mile or so away? Well.. it’s like.. imagine throwing a pebble into a pond, and watching the ripples cascade in the water. Before the wave gets to you, you can alr--

Alright, that’s a stupid analogy. But you get the gist of it, Ovmar knew something was coming. So he did what every life-loving man would do, his hand flew out and erected a dome of pure Force Energy around him. A Force Barrierhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Force_barrier if you will.

One bullet managed to get through regardless, it was probably the first bullet in the series and as such it reached the target before the Fringer got the shield up in time.

Ovmar wasn’t wearing any armor, if you would quote him on that it would probably be something like.

“Armor is for #(*$(##”

Censored for our young audience, my apologies. At any rate, the bullet grazed the hand which was just about to extend itself to reach for Sol’s hand. It was fairly painful, and sadly part of his robes were all torn up now. Sad face.

 

[Taa Nul]

The Count soon left his prefabricated base within the city park and boarded his shuttle, which soon took off and flew back up to the Lucrehulk above the city. When he arrived in his ships hanger, the Lucrehulk began ascending back into orbit. He sent an encrypted message to Marek while he was still in range. ''Mister Starchaser, I'm transferring control of all of my droid units on the ground to you, ensure the codes are distributed to your commanders. I've done all I can down there for you, now I must leave...'', he said with a sincere tone, sighing afterwords. His ship entered lightspeed as soon as it was clear of the planets surface, leaving the planet to whatever fate was detirmined here today.

[member="Marek Starchaser"]
[member="HK-36"]
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Garza]

Location: Planet's Capital
Obective: Defend the Capital
Allies: CIS,
Enemies: OP, PUBs
ATTENTION ALL HEADED TO THE GROUND

It was time for the attack. Clearly this was not going to be good. The command to attack was given, and I smiled. I stood up from my seat and ran. Using the force to send me to the front lines. Taking less than a minute to reach there with some Parkhour skills. I smiled as I raised my hands to the sky.

"Men' Hit all dropods that come past the cloudline. Do not hit our ships, If anybody does, I will personally hand them over to Danger for her to deal with."

Here is where the battle would take place. Lifting my hands straight up, I grabbed the clouds and the sky with the force. I swirled my hands trying to push together the clouds to rub up on one another. Already I could feel the wind start to slowly pick up. I needed the wind to be fast. Fast enough to start storms. With my Aeromancy I moved the air to swirl around eachother. Creating a warm front mixed with the already cold air above us. I would create a perfect area to keep the storm in. I smiled as it started to rain. With heat leaving at a pretty rapid rate, It would cause the sky to warm up and cross streams with the cold air. Creating a front. THis front was perfect for storms.

Pulling down my hands gradually, the small winds were becoming stronger and stronger. all the while I could feel my body lax.

BOOM!

The crack of thunder made itself apparent as I could hear the sirens in the city going off. Smiling brightly, I was going to bring hell to the planet. With the 12 hour rest time that I had, it was nothing compared. I was fully loaded. My hands started to shake. And my body tremble. It was not just raining, it was pouring. I think the planet could live past a few floods while we saved the city from people of war. Yanking hard down, I could see a flash of lightning slam into the ground.

Smiling brighter than before, I reached out with the force, Aiming to take down the drop pods. Slamming my hands down, I could see lightning strike a Droppod in mid air. Already enhanced to be a powerful storm, and laced with the force, This was no normal lightning. No, this was the force acting to attack all that tried to come in the planet. "I need more power." I whispered to myself. Over the rain and howling of three tornadoes, nobody could hear me. I looked around. I needed something. And that's when I got it.

Drawing my chain belt from my waist, I walked to a small generator that was being used to put on flood lights and others in the area. Wrapping the chain around it, I gave it a shock of electricity from the force. Seeing as how it was connected directly to the generator, it gave a pulse back to me. Smiling I used my abilities of absorbing energy I took all that I could from the active generator. It sparked and laced blue and yellow fingers that sent my hair on end. my arms and legs spammed, but I kept control. Using the energy that I was absorbing, I lifted my hand not connected to the chain in the air. And continued to grab a hold of droppods and slam them down with the force. Every once in a while, I grabbed one and let lightning strike it, only to throw it into another drop pod.

"Bring them down." I whispered as I could smile at all the blaster cannons being fired into the sky. Anti-air rounds flew up hitting a few as well. With the force, I yelled out to the whole city. Sending one message.

"BRING THEM DOWN!"

(Added as request of Edit)
After I had yelled the words to bring all the ships down in the area, Even when trying to absorb the energy from a simple Generator, it still drained me. Already the ground was wet with rain. The sounds of lightning and gunfire went silent to my ears as I fell to my knees. Even if I was a Master of the force, I was stupid not to set up a link with all the Force users in the area to combine powers and to allow this storm to continue. Looking at the water as the rain would hit the surface. A backlash would worm it's way up only to be slammed by another rain drop.

I had to keep concentration to keep the storm going for a little bit more so Mother nature could take it's course and keep the storm going by natural resources. I tried to stay awake. To keep my eyes opened. I could feel my body being yanked off the ground and being dragged back by a soldier. he stopped me and started to shake and yell in my face, but I could not hear him. If it cost me my hearing to keep it going then I would. Soon my other senses would leave me as well if I kept this up. I could already smell the stench of sweat, rain, and blood leave me.

Only if this made the battle all worth while. I tried to grab the man and stop him from shaking me, but to my dismay, my arms were not moving from the limp that they were in. I let my head rest backwards as I tried to keep the storm going even for a second more.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Location: 1 Mile From the Garrison
Objective: Take the Obsidian Knight Garrison
Allies: Protectorate Forces/Jared Ovmar
Enemies: People at the Garrison,[member="Tobias Cross"] [member="Seanna Vel"]

It wasn't often that someone hit you with a bullet made of acid, or at least it didn't happen to Soliael all that often. Luckily however only one of the round managed to strike him, exploding on the side of his cuff and eating into his incredibly expensive trench coat in a matter of seconds. The Sith Lord cursed, loudly, and tore off the heavy leather in one fluid movement, throwing it to the ground, wiping away the acid that had made it to his skin

Then he heard the peppering of rounds as they struck Jared's force barrier. Grinning the False god added his own shimmering red barrier to the mix, blocking the rest of the shots with ease.

His head swiveled in the direction of the shots origins, a frown peaking under his mask. Snipers, of course there was sniper here, why wouldn't there be. His eye pulsed, black flecks shooting across his vision, obscuring everything momentarily. Then suddenly, a fog descended upon them. A Thick almost chewable mist spread out from around Soliael, compacting and covering all the way to the garrison, obscuring vision and making it impossible to see.

Soliael looked down at his friend through the thick mist, barely able to make him out even at this distance.

“That should prevent that sillyness.” The False god said it almost casually, waving Jared to his feet. In the distance he could still sense the Garrison, a mass of force users was difficult not to detect after all.

Soliael stretched out his senses as they began to walk, searching for anything hidden in the fog.

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

Location: Capital.
Objective: Take Capital
Allies: [member="Canal Tal'Verda"], Keziah Tal'Verda, Ex-Dreaddies/Ori'Ramikad, OP, OP Allies
Enemies: CIS Cronies.

"Alright boys, here's the plan." Ori'Alor said, taking charge as Calico left "We're going to hit the Capital." Ori'Alor sighed as she said this, wasn't the plan to hit the shipyard? Anyway, Ori started to make her way to the back of the Shuttle, and pulled the Tarp off of the True Mandalorian Besuliik War Droid. "I'll be in touch via com channel." Ori said, mounting the droid and activating it "If I don't report back in, Canal is In charge." With that, Ori opened the back of the Shuttle, and jumped out with the Besuiliik. "Alright boys, what we're going to do is hit and run the bulk of the Confederate Military." Ori said, over a com line set aside for the Unit she was commanding "Avoid High Level Forcers and heavy concentrations if you can help it."

"I'll cause all kinds of Damage with this thing." Ori Said, breaking into orbit with the Stealth Ships "Stay to cover, and limit casualties." With that, Ori landed, and immediately fired off a blast from the Shockwave Generator at a squad of Confederate Troopers, following up with a few Laser Blasts for thier friends.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Garrison Enrance
Objective: Defend Obsidian Order Garrison
Allies: CIS
Enemies: [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

A dense fog obfuscated Tobias' vision, covering the land in all directions. He sensed a Dark Sider's hand behind that fog. It was somewhere in that mist, coming toward them all. Tobias unclipped his lightwhip from his hip and held the coiled length in his hand. He strode into the fog, white cloak rippling out behind him. He would search out this evil and erase it.

The grey mist stretched out tendrils, chill fingers caressing his skin and causing him to shiver. Cold. So very cold. He grit his teeth and drew upon the Force, heating his body. If he grew cold his muscles would be more prone to seizing up. Ill day that would be, to perish because of a slight chill.

He could barely see five meters in front of him, so he relied upon the Force to guide him. He had little skill with any force techniques aside from a keenly honed Battle Precognition, Electric Judgement, and the ability of Force Speed. In fact, one might easily say that those three powers were his only abilities.

Muffled voices drew his attention and he stretched out, touching up two dark presences. The former Bladeborn drew in a deep breath. The time for waiting was at an end.

"Come, foul creatures of the Dark, let thy flesh burn beneath the Light."

He lifted a hand toward the dark presences, fingers splayed. Bolts of green lightning leapt from his fingertips and burnt through the mist toward the intended targets

 

[Neskar A'toll]

Objective: Protect the City at all costs
Allies: CIS
Enemies: OP + undesirables
Location: Arrana Plaza, City of Druckenwell

The attack had begun, and the special forces squad was already moving. Neskar had predicted an attacking force would land at the nearby Arrana Plaza, and so, with haste, they moved from building to building on foot, via maintenance tunnels that crossed under every large apartment building in the city. It was a valuable aid, easy to navigate from the downloaded maps, and gave Neskar and his squad the advantage of mobility and knowledge of the local environment. Nothing the invaders would have. The deafening thrum of the AA cannons, explosions high in the sky, and an occasional crash landing, following by a billowing fire and explosion; the war had begun, and it was time for the viper to strike.

The thirty-man squad was well equipped, and most importantly, they hauled two light machine guns, that would aid massively in providing instant covering fire whilst the rest of the squad flanked the enemy from all angles - a tactic Neskar was eager to test. “Righto,” he transmitted over the closed communication circuit that each of the thirty had in the helmet. All were completely armoured, covering all skin, and most recently, had a similar type that Neskar had, vastly aiding their mobility. This will be good. “Four men up in the apartment, two LMGs and two rifles, on my go, rain hell upon the landing force. All of the rest, divide into three groups, A, B and C. A and B are to separate and use the tunnels to flank them. C, with me. Activate your jetpacks, we’re going for a little aerial tour.” he transmitted, grinning under his helmet.

​

*​

Drop-pods slammed into the grasses of the plaza, into the tiles, which shattered and sent shards flying across the ground at blinding pace immediately upon impact, a makeshift shrapnel bomb. Troopers of the Omega Protectorate spilled into the plaza, which was peaceful. None immediately took cover. The first mistake. They clumped together into distinct squads, and their officers were visible. Two and three. Are they idiots on purpose? His men were already in position. The OP soldiers had a menagerie of equipment that would’ve helped them in open street battle. They weren’t going to get open street battle. Neskar would make sure of that. Upon the roof of the same apartment building as group B, Neskar decided now was the time. “LMG and friends. Commence.” That was all that was needed. At once, a colossal spray of bolts streamed across the mostly open plaza, cutting down those who had not dived to the floor at the very sound of machine guns. The more experienced amongst them dived for more solid cover, and began to co-ordinate a counter attack to eliminate the MGs. Too late. “A and B, do your thang.” And so they did their thang. Popping up into open windows, the thirteen in each squad chose individual targets, calling them out over the closed comms, and aimed their CZ-876s with expert precision, burst firing with triple shot. It was quick and efficient. As soon as A and B squad began firing, Neskar nodded to the four he took with him, all with jetpacks, and at once, they rose into the air, activating their jetpacks, swiftly taking to the sky. Their aim was to eliminate the troopers the men in the buildings could not reach, though by flanking on both sides, there was little to no cover. The little is what concerns me however. And he was correct. Several troopers kept hidden by pulling themselves into small fox-holes creating by the impact of the drop-pods, and Neskar deemed them annoying enough to be obliterated. To do so, each of the five swept over the foxholes, activating and hurling thermal detonators to either demolish them or send them running from the foxholes, to their immediate death. It was quite effective. Plumes of smoke and flame wafted into the war-torn skies, and the smell of burning flesh was quite evident. There were no survivors. All who surrendered were shot. No survivors. This is going to be a long fight. All men were intact. They moved off at once. There were others to slaughter. More… promising targets.

@everyone

 

[Atlas Kane]

Location: Shipyards, Bridge
Mission: Drink tea, Evacuate civilians, Find out what's going on, Get to the one in charge
Enemies: Anyone who's attacking civilians or causing trouble
Allies: Anyone who's helping

With slow but sure steps the man made his way toward the nearest security checkpoint. Half his face shadowed out thanks to the straw hat he was wearing and head lowered. All around him people were getting evacuated. Some people were in panic, others stayed calm. There were children being carried or dragged along by their fathers and mothers. People of many different species. It seemed that certain things had the same effect on many people. The fear of loosing one's life, the fear of loosing someone you were close to. Hayato once knew that fear. He had feared loosing his family and he has feared of loosing his life before he was able to accomplish his supposed "Life goal" which had turned out to be false. He didn't know that fear anymore. His life goal had changed and he no longer had anyone who was really close to him. Of course, he did have friends, but most of them were only people he had met once and never again. But that was the life of a wanderer. Only ever depending on himself for survival. This was going to be the same way most likely, only a bit worse, since he'd probably have others depending on him for their survival and even though Hayato was used to that kind of pressure it still made him nervous every time. He always had that little bit of doubt that he could fail and all the people he was supposed to protect would die. Thankfully he had always been able to ignored it up to now and hopefully he would continue to be able to ignore it, which would mean he would be able to save more lives.

Once a checkpoint was in sight he stopped thinking about all of that and focused on what he was supposed to do. He needed to find who's in charge and help them defend the station. He approached the checkpoint and found one of the marines checking his weapon. "Hello there, marine. Could you tell me the way to the one in charge?" The marine was a bit startled and raised his weapon a bit. It was clear he was nervous about what was going to happen next. "Who are you?" He asked with a slightly shaky voice. "Knights Obsidian Master Hayato." he said while showing the ring he had in his pocket. It was a small ring that identified him as one of the Knights Obsidian. With that the Marine pointed backwards "On the bridge." "Thank you." He felt the nervousness die down a bit, most likely because he knew there was another Obsidian Knight on board. With that said he made his way towards the direction the man had pointed him to. It wouldn't take that long, since Hayato had a small map of the place with him which he got when he landed here.

On his way he had to show multiple armored soldiers his ring. They were Dread Guard members from what he remembered. An elite group of soldiers the Confederacy had, probably the best they had. Every time he showed them his ring they told him to go to the bridge, which he did. Once there, the doors opened, he stepped in and said "One Wandering Swordsman, present." A rather bad attempt at comedy on his part.

[member="Galaar Tal'Verda"] [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] @Anyone on the Bridge

 

[Eldoc Quasat]

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

Eldoc didn't like his chances, no these two were mean, and he had an apprentice and fellow knight with him. Just great. He had spotted them looking for their aura's with sith sorcery and now took his saber in his hand. He used the force to quickly and quitely approach them. The lightning going at them was great. He added to it calling up the force into a force bellow directly at the two. sending it roaring towards them through the fog. He hoped his apprentice was safe. [member="Seanna Vel"]. He also hoped they were distracted enough from him to not notice the landmines they were approaching. He had his saber in his hand and was ready for the counter attack. He had been the hand of the empress, and had fought for many armies. Now it was time to earn the bacon.

 

[Eldoc Quasat]

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

Eldoc didn't like his chances, no these two were mean, and he had an apprentice and fellow knight with him. Just great. He had spotted them looking for their aura's with sith sorcery and now took his saber in his hand. He used the force to quickly and quitely approach them. The lightning going at them was great. He added to it calling up the force into a force bellow directly at the two. sending it roaring towards them through the fog. He hoped his apprentice was safe. [member="Seanna Vel"]. He also hoped they were distracted enough from him to not notice the landmines they were approaching. He had his saber in his hand and was ready for the counter attack. He had been the hand of the empress, and had fought for many armies. Now it was time to earn the bacon.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Some random forest
Objective: Laying down the law
Allies: a God and the Force
Enemies: Where are all dem people at? ([member="Tobias Cross"] @Eldoc Quaset)
[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]

Right after a very well placed sniper dropped a few rounds on our merry duo of misfits, and they barely managed to escape with their lives and pride intact a new threat arose to threaten their very existence. Lo and behold, Mister Cross, with a.. cape?

What is this? The Medieval times, is Cross a Knight of the Round Table? Where is King Arthur? In line with Ovmar’s character, he could not help but speak up as the Crusader of Justice and Honor took the time to address them through the fog.

“Doth Mother know you weareth her drapes?”

This was soon followed by some fancy green lightning effects, in the form of what seemed to be Electrical Judgement. Sadly, Ovmar was not a man who enjoyed being judged all that much, so once again he was preparing a retort. But this time.. it would be of a mental kind.

Once again he was foiled though, because as the Emerald Bolt of Lightning flew out of the hands of the White Knight of Virtue, another man entered the stage. By the look of Ovmar’s prone stature, it seemed the Lord of the Fringe was as surprised as I am. How do these Obsiden Nights -see- through the fog?

For a moment, it seemed as if Jared was concerned. But then his demeanor changed, as he himself was reminded of the Force Barrier which was still very much erected around them. Even more so, a second Force Barrier was erected around his own one, courtesy of Sol the Sun God!

When the Paragon of Honor finally let loose his Emerald Lightning of Pure Justice, it would hit Ovmar’s barrier but it would not come without a cost. Because the Fringer’s speciality did not lay in creating shields, some of the damage which was absorbed by the shield was translated to Ovmar. Which.. well I am assuming it hurted rather a lot.

Now on to the other guy.

There was fog all around the battle scene, which made it hard for people to disconcern enemy from friend and basically made a mess out of a lot of things. Once again partially the lightning and bellow were absorbed by the barrier. But there comes a single question to mind..

What happens to Tobias Cross? The Hero of the Light, who boldly stood in front of our band of misfits. Had he been taken in the rear by Eldoc? Was he wounded now? Did he maybe consider Eldoc an enemy?

I wouldn’t know, because I was merely a narrator in my own story. Only Cross could tell us more about it, but it seemed very fair and logical. How does one keep a blast of bellow and fiery lightning away from his allies, when he could not see properly?

After the attacks were somewhat averted, Ovmar finally got some concentration out. The man gathered some of his power, and diverted it towards Cross. A subtle suggestion would come to him, which might be enhanced by Cross’s fate against Eldoc.

“The enemy of the Light stands firmly beside me, and assaults the boundaries of my flesh with the corrupting Force of Pure Hatred. I must defend myself against the heretical user of the Darksider at once!”

Which was closely followed by a more simple brute mind blast at Eldoc, let’s see how that works out.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Location: The Garrison
Objective: Take the Obsidian Knight Garrison
Allies: [member="Jared Ovmar"]
Enemies: [member="Eldoc Quasat"], [member="Tobias Cross"], [member="Seanna Vel"]

As soon as the attacks struck the force barrier Soliael stopped walking. There was no need to move on, there was a need to fight. Lightning trickled over a red wall of the force, cracking and sizzling against the nearly invisible wall. Over and over, then the wall shook as the bellow hit it, The wall itself cracking and shattering into places, as if made of a fine fragile glass. The barrier broke, letting a lick of Lightning through the wall.

It bounded and scratched off of Soliaels skin, and the Sith Lord gnashed his teeth as green tore across his exposed skin. Whoever was beyond the fog would pay for that.

“Light, pffft.” Soliael commented to Jared as he flicked his hand forward. He moved for Jared to drop his own barrier, and within seconds both invisible walls were gone. It took only a moment before, and then a massive amount of energy built up within the False God. A spike of such determined power that he almost began to glow within the fog.

Again his hand moved forward, and the Sith Lord snapped his fingers.

Before them a massive wave of the force erected itself. Ten meters across and two meters high, red as blood, the wall pushed itself forward, propelling itself towards the garrison and obliterating anything and everything in its path. Tree's, planets, and mines were destroyed as the wave surged towards Eldoc and Tobias, powerful enough to reduce them to ash.

Soliael let out a deep breath, the black specs flying across his eyes as the mist reformed in front of them.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: In the Fog at the entrance of the Obsidian Garrison
Objective: Defend the Garrison
Enemies: [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] @Eldoc Quast

As previously described, Tobias could barely see five meters in front of him. He did not see anyone. He felt them, through this magical energy field called the Force. Using the Force, on can sense presences. This ability to feel people's Force Auras is a common ability that even the most basically Jedi youngling can comprehend. Unfortunately, Jared Ovmar did not seem to remember this most basic of abilities. Tobias, in fact, had his eyes closed. His senses were outstretched toward the twin presences that stood out there, somewhere in the fog.

You see, Tobias was quite good at the ability known as Battle Precognition, which required attuning one's self to the ripples in the Force. By the same extent as he could feel these ripples he could also feel other presences in the Force. Fog or no fog, his electric judgement had been precisely guided toward the two denizens.

Of course at that moment another being popped up in Tobias' senses. He did not know @Eldoc Quast's name, but he could feel the dark presence. A Darkfriend? But no, would not a Darkfriend be abetting his fellows? Cross could feel the bellow that blasted toward the evil ones. This must be some light sider in disguise. No doubt he intended to fool the enemy, lulling them into a false sense of security. He felt some pressure on his mind, altering his perception. No, he was surrounded by Dark Siders. All of those present were darkfriends, attempting to confuse and confound him! Well, the jest would savor but of ash when he was through with these japing fools!

"Doth thou knowest of anything new under the sun, foul demon, or wilt thou continue to necromance the lines of your betters?" He cried back to the voice in the fog.

Unfortunately, at that moment Tobias felt an enormous surge of energy that rippled toward him. His eyes flashed open and he glimpsed an enormous, glowing, red wall coming toward him in the fog. His eyes widened and he gathered the Force into his limbs, enhancing them with speed. Muscles winding tight, he suddenly loosed all of the energy into a leap that sent him sailing clear over the two meter high wall of energy. He landed in the midst of an ashen field, the wake of the destructive wall.

Behind him he heard the sound of the wall hitting the garrison. The outer gate was leveled in an instant and the wall would have continued on, no doubt razing the whole of the Garrison, but there is only so much power a mortal can wield in the Force. The wall dissipated after impacting the outer gate, fizzling into nonexistence.

To expend such an enormous amount of energy... the Dark Side was strong, but Light would prevail!

Electric Judgement blasted from his fingertips again, assailing Eldoc, Jared, and Soliael with a barrage of crackling, green tendrils.

 

[Soell Alberio]

Onboard the Ashira's Justice
Allies: Protectorate Forces and friends Friedrich Stahlmann Siobhan Kerrigan Ayden Cater Eyrecae Alzari
Enemies: Confederate Forces and friends Disciple

The battle had finally begun.

Hecate couldn't help but frown as she was told to leave the freighter be and to follow the fleet as it jumped about to position itself on the other side of the planet. All the while though she had her bridge crew track what the vessel was doing as they came back into realspace alongside the rest of the Protectorate's forces. The young Echani frowned and clenched her fists when she watched, and was informed, the signature of the freighter disappeared from existence with a small flux of energy. She didn't have to be told even, her still fledgling hold on the force she had so far had been able to notice a sudden loss of life dimly from the distance. Someone had destroyed that ship after they released it, either the CIS shooting down rogues or the crew of the ship themselves trying to be martyrs she wasn't sure. The action was pointless though, that was all she knew and it pissed her off.

It made the white haired woman more eager to get the battle over with. "Yes Lady Siobhan, I'll be sure to avoid sending any flaming wrecks into atmo though. Wouldn't want to drop it on the city below and take out half the enemy before you could have any fun of course." Grinning playfully at her force mistress, Hecate issued orders as her comrades departed so that her fleet was arranging itself to compliment Admiral Stahlmann's own. However, unlike the Admiral, the Echani was more inclined to deploy her fighters into a screen formation. With them deployed they could act as a counter defense to enemy bombers making strafing runs. As well as intercept turbolaser fire even if need be to provide precious seconds to rebuild a formation.

She did divert a few fighters to escort duty too. Not that she really believed she needed all that many. Not when the Firemane designed dropships and gunships could handle themselves so adequately. The young Echani could only imagine the sort of destruction the Silaqui Gunships would cause to their LZs as they wiped out the enemy protecting them. "Mistress, I do believe I can only get a broad reading from here. . . .but expect lots of droids. Its safe to assume they have plenty of AA fire as well setup with all the time they got. I also personally detect massive uses of the force, though only barely from this distance. Since your stronger and more well trained you can likely get a better understanding of that yourself. We're just waiting up here for the big shots to pick out targets or for the CIS to decide they wanna stop us from sending down dropships.

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2 Antilles Star Defenders [1600] (3200)

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2 Kerrigan Assault Light Star Destroyers [1350] (5900)
1 Thuella Class Cruiser (command) [580] (6480)
2 Nebula B7 Frigates [350] (7180)
6 Illyria Assault Frigates [285] (8890)
6 Blockade Runner Corvettes [150] (9790]

 

[Revenchent]

Location: Shipyard Tower
Objective: Put the traitor in his place.
Allies: OP
Enemy: [member="Galaar Tal'Verda"]


Me and you.

Calico said not a word to the man who escorted him in a rather orderly fashion up to Galaar. They saw him as the enemy, and frankly, he no longer cared. The Chieftain walked with a sense of purpose; fists balled at his sides and his head held high. He thought himself to be in the right, and he would prove it here and now.

Galaar had always been so...content with the circumstances. They had both lost brothers, but Calico had always been the one to suck it up and take charge. He had to deal with that weight on his shoulders at all times, and yet his brother seemed unable to see why Calico felt the way he did, and said the things that needed to be said. There was more to this than controlling the shipyards or the clan. This was bloody. This was messy. This was personal.

The General strode up to his brother as they exited the turbolift. He took a quick look around to gather his surroundings, then settled his gaze on Galaar. "You brought this upon yourself, ner'vod." His voice echoed through the room; a metallic inhuman tinge to it. The helmet did more than just protect his head, after all.

 

[Eyrecae Alzari]

Hot LZ Time!
Heading towards the Capital City
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] |

Out of nowhere a Lucrehulk appeared, then vanished again! It was a good trick considering the rest of the CIS fleet was on the other side of the planet. But before Eyrecae could suggest smashing it to bit, it wisely escaped. The capital seemed the more immediate prize, so they changed course for there.

Down they went, the storm around them growing worse and worse. To either side dropships were bouncing in the turbulence, some crashing to their doom below. If there was one silver lining to this cloud it was that the enemy AA fire would be hampered by the electrical activity and storm front.
"You know, Sio, how's it feel to have just a few inches of metal between you and 10,000 feet? I guess you can fly, and I'd eventually get up from hitting the ground. Haha...more speed! Let's get in there!" she shouted to the pilot.

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Location: Shipyard Tower
Objective: Put the traitor in his place.




Galaar turned as Calico entered. His helmet was currently off and Calico would know the look on his face... Galaar had the same cold, determination marked across his visage as one Walon Vau did. He had the same arch to his shoulders and the same glean to his eyes. As much as Galaar resented the man; he was always the son of his father.

He slid his helmet back over his head and locked it. Then one hand fell to his side to draw a long Beskar Blade at his side. The Bes'kad slipped free of its leather sheath with a screeching echo that filled the room after Calico's voice. The Dread Guard assembled in the room surrounded the the two, forming an impromptu arena of sorts. "Vau always told me that at some point even your brothers betray you. He told me that because of this, we had to be cold in battle, we have to be cold to face whoever the battle decides we face. Today Ca'ika... One shall stand and one shall fall." With that he pointed the blade in Calico's direction before dropping into a fighting stance with the blade braced.

"I'm sorry its come to this."

[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

 

[Idiian Sayali]

Location: Aboard the Twilight Omen -> Station Labs
Objective: Defend the Station
Allies: [member="Marek Starchaser"], CIS
Enemies: Any hostile aboard the station

"Er..." Idiian stalled a moment when Marek asked where she was, since she hadn't actually left her ship since their arrival; She was still in the hangar of Marek's own Silk freighter, which in turn was still docked at the Station's own docks. Thankfully, [member="Marek Starchaser"] moved on before Idiian had to explain what she was doing up until the alarms went off. "Labs, huh? Yeah, I can get there." She didn't exactly know the route there, but she figured it shouldn't be too hard to figure out; After all, on a station like this, routes to important places like the labs should be marked out clearly, anyways. If not... Well, Idiian would have to figure it out on her own.

Thankfully, as Idiian found out when she finally left the Twilight Omen and the freighter it was docked inside, the route to the lab was pretty clearly marked out after all. Tucking the bag of blasters under her arm and clasping the slings of the PLX-1 and FC-1 together to ensure they don't fall off her shoulders, Idiian started off towards the labs. She needed to make sure the Techno Union folks' safety was ensured; After all, that's what Marek was paying her for at the moment.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Hammer Time...soon!
Heading towards the Capital City
[member="Eyrecae Alzari"], [member="HK-36"], @Any Confederate who is there

At last things were happening. Siobhan looked rather petulant and sulky when the Lucrehulk suddenly vanished from the scene. Her expression was reminiscent of that of a child who had been deprived of her ice cream. After all, she enjoyed tearings apart in ridiculously over the top displays of brutal violence. Especially if the result was beautiful explosions! In any event they were going down now as the dropship surged through the epic thunderstorm that was raging across the city, dropships bouncing through the turbulence, others crashing to their doom as they plummeted down to the ground.

Of course, as had been noted this worked both ways. The immense electrical activity would take its toll on the Protectorate forces, but also hamper the Confederates' anti-air. The dropship they were on shook violently as it surged through the storm, rocking as the storm raged. Siobhan grounded herself in the Force to steady herself but nonetheless was tossed back, gripping the bulkhead as the ship spun.

"You know the first time I flew was after telekinetically crashing my walker against that of a Bando Gora mage. On Gehenna," Siobhan said with unusual levity as the dropship swerved wildly. She had been deprived of wrecking havoc upon the command orb of the Lucrehulk, but she had been provided with ample time to gather her strength and draw the energies of the Force into her during the lull and though she had been deprived of her prize, she still wanted to cause some carnage as they came shooting down from the sky. "HK, we're moving in to land at the capital. Transmitting coordinates. Along with concentrations of enemy forces. Be advised, there's a storm." she spoke into the comm.

Gripping the bulkhead she concentrated, seeking strength inside her and then violently directing it outward as the power she had gathered found an outlet. Wreckage was beginning to litter the ground, drop pods that had been blasted were falling from the sky to certain doom, having even caught fire. So she stretched out with her mind and wrapped her telekinetic will around pieces of debris that lay there broken. Beads of sweat dripped down her back and forehead, but she was unyielding in her grip and did not falter. After all, she had levitated six of the Muntuur stones, each at least a ton heavy, had collapsed bridge towers of battleships and torn buildings down. Her heartbeat increased and concentration was etched over her features, but she soldiered on and suddenly pieces of debris were pulled into the air and spun powerfully. A broken dropship that had been blasted out of the air was caught in her grasp as a gigantic telekinetic hand curled its invisible fingers around it. Her heartbeat became more elevated, breathing more ragged, but she persisted.

Then the telekinetically propelled, improvised projectiles were hurled at Confederate positions with tremendous speed and velocity, designed to smash into and crush them. Doubtless much would be caught by the storm or shot down, but enough would get through due to the sheer force and it should provide some cover against anti-air fire. All fuelled by her will for destruction, to annihilate those that stood in her path as she rained down an improvised salvoe upon her enemies. Power rippled through her as a powerful force blast was unleashed, the wave gathering momentum as chunks of debris were caught inside it and hurled through the air as the power she had held inside her exploded.

Destruction, carnage, the risk of death at any twist and turn - she felt alive. Alive and on fire as the exhilaration of battle surged through her.