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

[Revenchent]

"Ah, so now you're full on Vau's boy then, eh?" Calico pulled his 'Deece free, and tossed the rifle to the side. The loud hiss of his vibrosword shooting out from its arm plate filled the room. The Chieftain of Tal'verda tilted his head back and stared down at his errant brother. You're not sorry. You wanted this. Don't lie to me."

Calico hissed an unpleasant laugh, and lunged. He moved with the agility of any unarmored man, and swung with his fist--and the blade by extension-- above his head to carve from shoulder to hip.

There was nothing more to be said. The battle had begun, and the victor would decide the fate of all things to come for the clan.


[member="Galaar Tal'Verda"]

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Location: Drunkenwell Shipyards
Objective: Stabby Stabby
Allies: CIS
Enemies: Calico
Music Choice: Belly of the Beast

Galaar knew his brother well. In terms they were exact equals in this fight, they were both forged by elite Mandalorians and tempered in the fuel of the Clone Wars. This battle would be decided by more than skill, it would be decided by wits, stamina, and determination. This was a battle, that he, deep down wished his ancestors and all of Arca company would see.

"I hated Vau, but I think I hate you more right now."

Then Calico moved and the fight had begun. The move was a powerful one, one meant for sheer overhead force. Lesser men would be crushed before it, but as stated earlier, Galaar and Calico were not lesser men. The Commando held his ground and waited... His senses felt as if they slowed and everything came into slow motion like a river following in a low valley. Before the swing was completed, Galaar gripped his blade with both hands and with all the might in his body swung at an angle opposite but akin to Calico's. The two swords clashed in the air with a scary amount force which sent sparks into all direction and gave a clash of metal that rang through the very station itself.

[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

 

[Revenchent]

LOCATION: Atrium of the shipyard tower.
OBJECTIVE: Survive
ENEMY: [member="Galaar Tal'Verda"]


The blow was unexpected. Calico should have seen it with ease, but in the blinding fury of his own rage, he had fallen out of focus. The blades clashed furiously and sent painful vibrations up the General's arm. The force of the blow sent him stumbling back against the control console's of the upper atrium--unwittingly opening the out doors to this level's airlock. The warrior snarled behind his mask, and pushed himself back up to his feet.

"You hate me?" He growled as he began to march back up to Galaar. "I gave everything for you and your shabla traitors! You are not allowed to hate me." He feinted with his sword; arm extending as if he were going to stab, and then suddenly thrust a powerful leg out toward Galaar's back. It's the other way around, ner'vod!"


[member="Galaar Tal'Verda"]

 

[Red Queen]

Location: [member="Sarge Potteiger"] 's HUD
Objective: Be deployed, aggravate Sarge
Allies: OP === maybe... heheheheheheehe
Enemies: CIS

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Location: Near [member="Ayden Cater"]
Objective: Undefined
Allies: OP
Enemies: CIS

"Orders, boss?" He asks, watching the text scroll across a portion of his HUD. "Evenin', Queen." He says in greeting.

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Location: Shipyard Tower
Objective: Don't get stabbed!
Enemy: [member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

Galaar, to put it bluntly, noticed the feint at the last moment. He noted it right as Calico's leg moved and smashed with all its might into the Katarn plates that covered his stomach. It didn't really matter how much armor you had, when you were heeled in the gut by a man who could likely pick up and throw you fifteen feet it hurt like hell and it threw you back.

The clone stumbled backwards and though the door as it detected movement. He fell backwards and straight on his shebs and back, with a quick roll and tuck though hee was on his feet once more though. Without hesitation Galaar turned and howled at the top of his lungs. "I have always repaid you! I was the man who took a shot to the head for you! I was the man who dragged you off a corpse and protected you while you were broken!"

He spun the blade in his hand before charging. He did a step-two-one lunge before arching the blade sideways with another heavy swing toward's Calico's hip.

[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

 

[Red Queen]

Location: Sarge Potteiger 's HUD
Objective: Be deployed, aggravate Sarge
Allies: OP === maybe... heheheheheheehe
Enemies: CIS

An image would appear on the right side of Preacher's Hud.​

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Text would scroll just under the image, only to broaden as she got herself mighty comfortable in his HUD.​

Already, her code was starting to spread, pushing to see just how far she could go in his armor. What to do what to do!!!​

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Location: Aboard Leviathan
Objective: Waiting
Allies: OP
Enemies: CIS

"The game will begin when you're in the CIS systems." He responds in a deadpan. The armor, however, was locking her out of everything but the HUD - didn't need her emptying out the oxygen layer, now did he.

There was a bit of an amused snort. "I like the armor too. It's old. Real old. Good condition though."

 

[Revenchent]

LOCATION: Atrium of the shipyard tower.
OBJECTIVE: Survive
ENEMY: [member="Galaar Tal'Verda"]



Come on then.

The men around the two warriors were deathly silent. This was nothing to cheer for.

Calico stepped forward and pulled his blade back toward his chest. His left hand pressed against his arm to brace the weapon as Galaar's blow fell against it. Calico took in a deep breath, and exhaled slowly as he brought himself back together. The two clashed, spinning blades and catching metal on metal in a fierce display of skill. One never outdid the other, and only served to agitate Calico as the stalemate progressed.

"And that gives you the right to turn on us all?" Calico growled as their blades met once more. Locked in the stalemate, Calico did not noticed the airlock's reacting. Not until it was too late, and the airlocks had opened, sucking anything not bolted down out into space....

 

[Sheila]

Location: Capital Evacuating People
Allies: OP
Enemies: CIS
[member="Sophia Walsh"]

Oliver gave a nod of his head as he looked up... ships were coming and the battle looked like it had started. There wouldn't be many safe places as the sounds of battle reached his ears and the comlink was talking about sith and other force users. "You know I'll help you Sophia but things are going to hell it seems now. We got to move these people and get them out of here as many as we can." He kept moving and picked up a child who wasn't moving fast enough. "Alright come lets get them to the ship and get the civilians out of here. We'll get them to your place."

 

[Red Queen]

Location: Sarge Potteiger 's HUD
Objective: Be deployed, aggravate Sarge
Allies: OP === maybe... heheheheheheehe
Enemies: CIS

There came the distinguishable pout.​

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There was a pause, and then her image flickered upon his HUD again. Twin eyes would glow the brightest of crimson hues.​

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Location: Shipyards, falling out of the air lock
Objective: Whhhhhhheeeeeeeeee!
Enemies: [member="Calico Tal'Verda"]
Soundtrack: Vode An (LISTEN TO IT!)

Shock was the first thing Galaar felt as he and Calico were sucked out into space. On instinct he sealed his suit and activated its its oxygen reserve. He then drifted into space and its weightless realm. His visor turned towards the station which he was ejected from and then towards Calico. This fight had just gotten a lot more interested... He pointed his wrist toward the station and barked a command into his helmet. A lash wire fired and latched to the metal and started pulling him towards it.

On his path to the station he passed Calico and swung his kad with fury, they were Mandalorian and this change in environment was little more than a mere distraction in the grander scheme of things.

"Dirty trick, Ca'ika!"

[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

 

[Eyrecae Alzari]

THE DROPSHIP OF POWER
Capital City
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @other OP peeps
Enemies: @Whoever is in my way.

Whilst Siobhan was having fun throwing things at the enemy, Eyrecae was rapidly growing bored. The shuttle flight was taking forever and the bumpy turbulence and tornados made it hard to see what was happening below.

Finally, they descended past the rock wall and into the capital. Already CIS droids and Protectorate soldiers were fighting in the city, turning more and more of it to ruin. This was more like it.

Even though many Protectorate transports had gone down, the vast majority had made it through, though some were off course.
Eyrecae drew her hammer and went to the door of the transport.
“Sio! There’s plenty for both of us! May the best elf win!”
And then she jumped from the dropship, landed, and began to charge the entire CIS army….

Well whatever part of it was here anyway.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XlipMm1QrE8

 

[Revenchent]

Location: SPAAACCCCEEEEEEE
Objective: SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EnemyL Space Dand--... [member="Galaar Tal'Verda"]

The comm channel opened between Calico and his brother; serving as the only form of communication in the cold abyss of space. Confederate ships scrambled as they moved to repel the Protectorate fleet. They served as a backdrop for this grand duel, and might possibly join it as well. The possibility of being hit bit the droid pilots was very real. The door sealed behind Calico and he had to twist mid-flight to launch his jump cable back into the station's hull. The small spiked piece of metal imbedded itself deep in the steel hulk's hide and sent the General back in a wide arc toward the station.


There was a war going on, of course, but this personal war between the two brothers had precedence for Calico. He cracked a wicked grin as Galaar's blade crashed against his and sent the two combatants flying off in opposite directions. "Can you put me down in twenty minutes, ad'ike?" Calico challenged. The oxygen supply for the Katarn suit lasted about that long, and the same for his custom phrik combat set.


The General pointed his free hand toward Galaar, and fired a second jump cable intended to drill through his opponent's armor and yank him toward Calico. So long as they had the time, they would battle, no matter where the conflict took them.


[member="Galaar Tal'Verda"]

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Location: Space
Objective: Reach the Station and avoid becoming Inter-Galactic Roadkill.
Enemies: [member="Calico Tal'Verda"] (Clone Space Dandy, to finish your sentence.)

Galaar's eyes widened under the glowing blue T-Shape visor as the second jump cable came whizzing towards him. As he was taught, instinct took over and he jerked downwards on the line pulling him to the station; Calico's cable zipped over his shoulder. With a roar into the comms he grabbed the line between two fingers on the hilt of his sword and yanked with all his might.

The two where now set on a dead-collision. Galaar held his blade sideways to try and deflect the pike-like arm sword that was now coming right at him. Once more he was on the defense. The stakes were now raising with every second as the war about the them intensified, as they're own oxygen reserves dwindled, and merely by the fact that one crack in their armor now spelled death.

"I could finish you in three, brother!"

 

[Kyrana Gould]

THE EBON BLACKNESS OF SPACEEEEE
Waiting for the CIS fleet to do something.
[member="Hecate"] | [member="Ayden Cater"] | [member="Kal Strife"] | [member="Zaren Bouqi"]

“Admiral, the transports are making landfall. These storms have caused considerable damage to many of the pods and drop ships.”
“Losses?”
“Somewhere between 5-10% of transports were downed. Troops are in position now though and fighting through.”
“Any sign of the Confederate fleet?”
“None yet, sir, aside from that Lucrehulk, they seem to be on the other side of the planet still.”

“Recall all fighters on escort duty and prepare for action. Either they’ll come to us or we’ll come to them. Contact the Lord Protector and ask for his orders.”

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Capital city...somewhere
Allies: [member="Eyrecae Alzari"], [member="HK-36"], OP people
Enemies: Confederates
Objective: Meh, who needs those? Blow stuff up, then get drunk!

So they had landed at last and there was great slaughter to be had. For Star Peace was at an end and there was much rejoicing in the multiversal cinema from where the events were being watched on a gigantic screen. Assuredly the daemons and goddesses of death were beholding the scene with expressions of pure glee, for the ensuing carnage would send many a soul their way to feast on.

Eyrecae had taken the charge and Siobhan was coming in after her sister of battle as they clashed into Confederate forces with reckless abandon like an inhumane battering ram wielding a Mjoellnir. For her part Siobhan hung back a bit, as was her nature, for she specialised more in ranged combat. As the elf had leapt into combat Siobhan had done the same, not falling down to the ground but gliding through the air. She sought power inside her and then violently lashed out at the Confederate lines. The power of the Force flowed through her and she unleashed a wave of force energy, an overpressurised telekinetic shockwave with the force of a bomb blast that would send bodies flying like ragdolls, tear limbs apart and rupture internal organs, sending debris flying.

 

[Kal Strife]

Aboard the Xenophn
Attention: @Ayten Cater, @Friedrich Stalhmann, @AllmydarlingConfederates

The twelve Scions of the Confederate fleet sped unnoticed through the fringes of the Protectorate fleet, shielded from view by shrouds of technomancy and the watchful gaze of twin masters of the Force, whose meditations shaped the flow of battle away from them. Unregarded, they swept into the wake of the Protectorate dropships and, without word of warning, engaged their weapons, raining laserfire and ions aboard the vessels as they entered the atmosphere, burning out their engines and condemning their occupants to die, screaming, as their durasteel coffins slewed through the atmosphere, burning and shedding armour plating as they went.

Elsewhere, lances of crimson energy spat across the void as the Confederate vessels vented their rage on the invaders. Space boiled and churned around the innumerable blades of incandescent energy that swept through the void, shadowed by the flitting, swarming hordes of the droid starfighters that poured out across the darkness toward the Protectorate vessels. Huge munitions, cast from massive hypervelocity guns, thundered through the night like spears cast by some immense titan, while thousands of smaller missiles and torpedoes followed in their wakes.

Would it be enough? Who knew? It was too early to say.

For the moment, all that could be said was that the butcher's bill would be high indeed on this day.

 

[Keziah Denko]

LOCATION: Capitol City
ALLIES: OP
ENEMIES: CIS
OBJECTIVE: Burn things!

Keziah didn't say a word left the ship. The others had their orders and were divided into groups. As one of the only Force Users she decided, in her hormonal state, to go at it alone. She could wander the city easier and sneak into the buildings if there were not a group of warriors behind her. There was also that little thing were she wished to be alone right now.

With all the commotion in the general direction of her family she was able to slip away down an alley way. Unclipping her lightsaber Keziah held it in the palm of her hand for the moment. She was sure she would come across some enemy and she wanted to be ready. The young woman may be a overemotional hormonal wreak at the moment but she wanted to keep herself safe. No harm was to come to her little ones. She was stupid for being here but not so stupid she was going to be stupid herself. If that makes sense.

She wished to burn something but first she needed to find something worth burning. She needed something that would light up with just a spark but would create a lot of damage when it was. She was in this instant patient.


[member="Strask Ak'lya"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

LOCATION: SPACE, WITH OP FLEET
OBJECTIVE: THE MOUNTAIN HAS COME TO MOHAMMED
ALLIES: CHECK THE SPOILER IN MY SIG AND THEN ASK ME THAT AGAIN
ENEMIES: THE FEDS ([member="Kal Strife"] comes to mind)

The Emperor's Shield decelerated from Operation Guillotine, having gone around the Confederate fleet. Now, the most powerful starship in the galaxy looked down upon Druckenwell and all its lack of planetary shields.

Its main weapons emplacement, a battery of octuple barbettes of heavy long range quad turbolasers, looked down on Druckenwell also, and found it tasty.

Jorus looked out upon the defensive screen of cruisers and fighters under his command. The Shield could shrug off just about anything; escorts would come in handy if and when the Feds got to closer range, but until then, he ordered the escorts to take position behind him, protected by the huge circular dreadnought and its two layers of light planetary-grade shields. The fire-at-will order was issued, and the heavy long-range quad turbolaser octuple barbette battery -- along with secondary guns that could dwarf fleets -- returned the Confederate fleet's tender ministrations.

The stealth attack on the landing forces caught his eye. The Scion-class was the only Confederate stealth ship he knew off the top of his head, and that only because his sister owned one of them. He'd been told that there had only been four built, with archaic adegan cloaks and all the speed and maneuverability of a bulk freighter, but that was more damage than three little ships could account for. And of course he couldn't fire into the landing force; Stahlmann and Cater's escort attack craft would have to handle that. It was somewhat out of Jorus' field of responsibility at the moment.