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

[Laith Varad*]

Location: Druckenwell Capital City; Street Level
Objective: Defend the Capital
Allies: CIS
Enemies: OP|[member="Eyrecae Alzari"]

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...his optics had locked onto her when he'd fired the Sonic Carbine meaning Laith could track her via the hud technology in his helm, within reason, after that and he would watch as she went down once the sphere of sonic energy had struck her. It was, then, somewhat surprising when she climbed back to her feet after the sphere had struck her in the targeted area, most regular soldiers stayed down, however there was also a certain amount of satisfaction in seeing her get back to her feet before shouting her curse at him...

...the Sonic Carbine was raised, trained ahead, however as Eyrecae stumbled forward and dove forward Laith had decided to line up for a better shot. Actually he'd thought about switching to the CZ-836 Assault Rifle that was still slung over his left shoulder though he wouldn't have that chance. After Eyrecae went down behind cover Laith would have seen a grenade come up over it moments later causing the Mercenary to groan inwardly while rushing to the side...

...Laith was actually quite fast as well and whether this was the synthetic muscle grafted to his body, increasing his physical attributes, or just natural talent it was difficult to say however he wasn't a stationary target when he danger coming for him. As the grenade hurled towards him he'd pivot on his left foot before using it to kick off and dive out of the way of the way before the explosion occured behind him. Landing on his chest the concussion of the blast would have rattled him more than anything, his armor absorbing the aftershocks once he'd dove out of the way, however he'd have rolled over onto his back while regaining his composure...

...climbing back onto his feet again then Laith would have been assailed by a Protectorate soldier which he'd have reached out and taken by the throat with his left hand, he'd crush the mans neck in his hold until he heard the telltale pop, before dropping his corpse. Then he was looking for Eyrecae again, most easily identifiable due to that large hammer of hers, and leveling his Sonic Carbine in the direction of the cover he'd last seen her place herself behind before squeezing the trigger...

..."Is that all!?"...his voice echoed from beneath his helm..."Come on!"...he'd heard her calling out how she was going to smash him earlier, it didn't phase him, and he sent a sonic sphere towards the cover she'd hidden behind. If nothing else it would begin to chew up the cover, throw around so debris, and allow him to generally put some pressure on her...​

 

[EmKay]

= Commander Leonard Briggs, DPDF =
Druckenwell Surface, DPDF Command
Objective: Keep enemies at bay so evacuation forces may act.
Allies: CIS
Enemies: [member="HK-36"], Omega Protectorate

"Anti-air defences down to minimum capacity, sir." a man said behind Briggs, though he already saw that on his monitors. Whatever the men and women up-stairs were doing, he had his duties, and with sufficient damage done to the Shipyard that the entire superstructure was quaking and threatening to buckle under its own weight and send chunks of shipyard hurdling toward the civilian-evacuated parts of the planet. Already, pieces of debris were burning up in the atmosphere as they fell.

"Roun' up wha' cannons we go' lef'," the Commander said quietly, his voice touched with defeat, "We got 'ta punch a hole fer evac." he finished. His voice remained dark, but he still had a job to do, and evacuation was a key priority. The guns swiveled, and began to clear out a kind of funnel through any enemy ships that drew too close to the planet itself. Briggs questioned exactly how long that would last if their cannons remained under fire, but he was making the effort to get their men off-world. That's all he could do.

= Cadet Atretes Rhoujen, Knights Obsidian =
Druckenwell Surface
Objective: Stay alive long enough to evac.
Allies: CIS
Enemies: OP and others shooting this direction.

The bombardment was getting more devastating now that the cannons had switched fire from anti-air to anti-shipyard for whatever reason, so he was having to take any sort of shelter from the shelling that he could, even if that meant hiding in a basement. Which he was doing right now. The whole structure he picked was already blown up, but the substructure appeared to be somewhat reinforced, so it kept him safe for now. He waited for the clear to board evacuation vessels.

 

[Seanna Vel]

Location: In the Fog at the entrance of the Obsidian Garrison
Objective: Get [member="Eldoc Quasat"] ass to safety, while covering her sweet sexy ass at the same time.
Secondary: Make sure the whiskey flask is okay.
Allies: @Marek Starchaser
Enemies: Jared Ovmar Tobias Cross Soliael Devin Talith

Thinking she on everything that being played out, only to feel something with in the force telling her to duck and cover her sweet ass of hers. Looking around first to the trees then at the Garrison walls. Finding it harder to know what choice was better only to find herself looking at her Master now with widen eye. Standing right by him, only to start to mouth something. Not getting it past her lips. Finding her self hitting hard on the ground, with her hands over her ears. Call it a good enough reflex or something else in the force. To cause her eyes to reopen. To a waste land, to find herelf staring at her master knocked out cold as a cumber on hoth. "poodoo fire to hell, what Kiffar happen here, like some one just rolled over ship with a rolling pin.

Now her own survive kick in. One that race through her mind was surrounding. That even a possibility looking at both of the sith Lords which she bet her sweet ass they had to be. "Get you ass wake now, oh don't make me whip up on you, beat all to hell hounds...", Seanna think what can I do. Thinking fast and quick, remember what he taught her. using all her bodies ablities. Started to drag this blasted heavy man to cover behind the garrison sith protect magic wall. If it was even there or standing. "You need to think, sugar,", reaching up to her ear bud not hearing any of the evation her head was still spending around. "This is Ms. Vel I need a pick up at the garrion, wound, and a furno here. ", how did she get her ass into this mess. Couldn't be happen with back on Kiffex farm like any other normal person. She had to have an adventure. Breathing in and out slowly how in cotton picking butt was she get herself out of this situation. Finding herself looking at [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] do his fancy poodoo he had just be gone to understand.


To find the man [member="Tobias Cross"] blown to pisses. "OH poodoo fire, I need to hurry my ass up, get to cover but where.", finding herself going for her weapons, first her light saber. That was just a trainer lightsaber, nope. Then came the other weapon of choice, yep at less if she had to lay down fire to get them out it would keep them busy right. Taking out both wapons as she fire slugs one after another at both sith lords. After all she was a tracker and just begining to be trained in the force. Just touching knowing force. She was what would you call hutchling that was for sure. "Damn it to heck, y'all aren't nice and y'all isn't sweet peas, for sure."

 

[Tricia Kalamack]

LOCATION: CITY
ALLIES: CIS
ENEMIES: PROTECTORATE
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
OBJECTIVE: ATRISIA REDUX, FALLING SHIPYARDS

Tricia was glad for one thing... she was wearing the duster from Rave over her iron skin this time. The immunity to force powers and partial immunity brought the crush into a more acceptable level but not the possibility of the bolters firing as she prepared her own assault feeling constricted. Then something happened, something shifted and brought her attention upwards as she spoke. "You have got to be kidding me." Tricia was having a sense of deja vu when the CIS were senind shipyard chunks towards the city. Her eyes flashed briefly a little yellow as her own anger at them for doing this was peaked and she dug down deep. There were still people down there her fight was with Siobhan but. "Siobhan, only fools fight in a burning house and they seek to burn this one." She shouted it instead of going for the mind because she needed the telekinetic juggernaut able and ready before her hands went up to prepare. Reaching down into the pit of her being and pulling all the force energy she could muster, Tricia sought to focus on the city and protect it. They could throw chunks better then Lucrehulks she was certain.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Some random forest
Objective: Laying down the law part three
Allies: a God and the Force
Enemies: You, me and booboo ([member="Seanna Vel"])
[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]

And just like that it was over, the proud Knight got reduced to pulp by Sol’s net. It was.. pretty gruesome really, in the end it showed though that even those of the Light.. were all red inside.

Somewhere along the ride, Ovmar had managed to stand up and extend his hand. With some difficulty he managed to persuade the blade to fly in it, which was around the same time as his eyes got this girl.. trying to drag off the Sith Knight that had been attacking us… in the direction of the garrison?

The one which had just been overrun by Proletariat forces? That ain’t a safe trip, honey. Not the responsibility of the narrator to point that out, then she started to fire slugs at the general direction of Sol and Ovmar.

Now.. the fog was still in effect, so the assumption was that she would have a hard time hitting team DD. But it seems Ovmar wasn’t one for allowing things to chance, because just then he drew upon the nexus of the Sith Blade and did something.. well interesting. Again he created a Force Barrier, but this time.. it formed itself right around the sniper/pistol-turned girl.

Now once again, the barrier didn’t form itself right away. So a couple of shots were fast enough to escape, notably it hit him right in the thigh. Flesh wound, straight in and out. But painful as hell, which showed itself into the barely audible gasp.

At any rate, the girl was trapped now. Any further bullets would either be stopped, or could even bounce around in her cage. Making her a perfect target. But she ain’t going anywhere now.

“Sol. Kill her. My thigh bleeds a little bit.”

 

[HK-36]

LOCATION: Aboard the Siege Tower
OBJECTIVE: Provide Tactical Orbital Bombardment Support
ALLIES: Brawlers [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] and [member="Eyrecae Alzari"]
ENEMIES: Confederate Hypervelocity Cannon and Anti-Aircraft Emplacements ([member="Atretes Rhoujen"])

Abregado-Rae Support Fleet

Spoiler

The Dancing Queen- Supercarrier Star Destroyer
The Siege Tower- Nebulon B7 Frigate
Beep and Boop- 2x Protectorate Blockade Runners
Frank and Cuddlyantisocial- 2x Myriad-Class Corvettes
The Knight of Eclipse- Dark Desire Prize Vessel

"Another round of Shatterplanets is loaded and the anti-aircraft targets acquired, sir, it appears the Confederacy are attempting once more to fire upon our ships."
HK's Yeoman informed him, machine looked to the Second-In-Command,
"They must have caught up to our scheme, give order to fire."

Yeoman nodded,
"Yessir."

Soon the droid's order would be relayed once more and the gunships in High Orbit, the ones that were able to evade fire although none of them tried to really get closer to their targets, adjusted their own gunpods. The beauty of the rotatable components of the high-orbit guns was that they could aim at their targets at an angle, they did not necessarily had to be right above them.

And so, finally,
The gunships fired another volley of High-Orbit projectiles, propelling them at amazing speed towards the last of Confederate anti-air emplacements, two metal arrows per Confederate fortification, hopefully finally putting the end to the roars of Confederate cannons aimed at Protectorate pilots or the shipyards, although it did sounded like they stopped firing upon the Shipyards.

"Connect me to Siobhan and Firemane and then to Confederacy."
HK glanced to his Yeoman, she nodded, motioning to him he was good to speak to Siobhan,
"Sio, the Confederacy have damage the Orbital Shipyards, they are not crumbling onto the planet fully yet but parts of it are starting to rain, hopefully the whole structure will not go. See what you could do to help, and perhaps move your soldiers somewhere where they would be easily evacuated."

He then nodded to his Yeoman as he was connected to the Confederate channel,
"Confederacy of Independent Systems, this is Iron Knight, Knighted in Compassion, Exarch of Abregado-Rae. You have fought bravely and valiantly, this battle, and the losses of Protectorate and Confederate soldiers, will not be forgotten. But the Protectorate has captured the Shipyard, our presence in the Orbit is strong and yours looks rather bleak. Enough blood has been spilled to day, I ask of you, please surrender. If your soldiers lay down their arms and surrender they will not be executed. Should they surrender directly to my troops I can assure you that I will not torture them, I will not imprison them. Your commanders and officers will be given fair trial by the Protectorate or Abregado laws but your common soldiers will be healed and then released. That is my oath. I will not break it."
HK was never too much into punishing soldiers that just followed their orders, nor into torturing prisoners, so it was something he was willing to offer to Confederacy if they would surrender. However, he could not speak for other Exarchs or the Lord Protector, if the Confederate soldiers would be taken by them he would have no power over their treatment.

The droid looked to his Yeoman then,
"Tell the gunships to target Confederate fortifications and military bases. If they will choose to further resist I want this battle over quickly."
The Yeoman nodded simply,
"Yessir."

 

[Kal Strife]

Xenophon
@Jorus Merill @Freidrich Stahlmann

The guns of the Emperor's Shield blazed incandescent, sending searing spears of coruscating energy flashing across the empyrean. Yet the attack hardly came as a surprise, and even as the the mighty warship unleashed its thunderous wrath, lesser ships of the Confederate fleet, guided by directions that appeared in their Captains' minds without need for words, shifted their courses, drifting into the path of the deadly volley of turbolaser fire. Ships died in flashes and flares, their hulls peeled apart, their innards exposed to the unforgiving void. Some were merely crippled, their shields stripped away by the furious barrage, yet they too would likely join their comrades in death soon enough, for they yet lingered between the shield and its intended victim.

Its unharmed victim.

The thought brought the Butcher a sliver of bitter amusement as he touched the minds of the fleet commanders once more, letting his wrath spur them on to reply in kind. The fleet fired in near perfect synchronicity, their mighty guns hurling energy and submunitions alike across the starry expanse to hammer against the Emperor's Shield with force enough that even a dreadnaught could not hope to endure. The hatred of fifty kilometres of starships tore at it, rending shields with astounding accuracy. The Emperor's Shield could have little hope of surviving, though in truth it appeared miracles were the order of the day.

Yet even as many ships of the fleet engaged the Shield, others focused on holding a defensive line, unleashing hellfire on any that ventured too close. Within these, the remaining freighters and transports of the Confederate fleet lingered, and upon the minds of these the Butcher impressed another order; Amidala - One - Aurek. This order brought the craft sweeping down toward the world below, whilst squadrons of droid starfighters automatically fell into formation about them. Their destinations were many and varied, and none but a savant could have predicted them all.

And all the while, the Butcher continued to draw his strength together, to compose himself for that which needed to be done.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Location: The Garrison
Objective: Take My New Summer Home
Allies: [member="Jared Ovmar"]
Enemies: [member="Seanna Vel"]

“My pleasure.” Those were the only words Soliael said.

He had already killed one Obsidian Knight today, and he would kill many more by the time the day was done. This woman before them controlled the force, if only barely. Whether she was part of their little Order he did not know, but he did know she was shooting at them. Luckily Jared's barrier popped up in time to stop most of the slugs, though again a few managed to get through.

This time the venom splashed against his mask. Biting and eating away at raw metal until Soliael managed to tear the ornate decoration from his head. He hissed in pain as the acid splashed upon his face, searing his skin and fueling his strength within the darkside.

Short cropped raven black hair came out from beneath the mask, followed shortly by two deep orange eyes. They darted forward, and pulsed slightly. Hand lashing out like a viper once again Soliaels fingertips ran with Force lightning. Deep red and black spikes of Sith Lightning spiked away from him, and towards the girl.

Trapped within her little bubble, the girl would have no where to run.

 

[B1-883331]

Location: The Capital
Objective: Falling back to an abandoned refinery.
Allies: CIS
Enemies: Protectorate

After dealing with the landing zones, B1 overheard the plee for surrender from HK-36 over his comms channels. Surrender was not an option, not in his programming, though he knew his organic compatriots would likely give in sooner or later. He ordered all droid forces to pull out of the Capital City and retreat to an abandoned Clone Wars-era Droid Foundry nearby, signalling his organic compatriots with an encrypted message containing the co-ordinates of the old Foundry to do the same. ''This is Commander Threes, requesting all remaining land forces who cannot evacuate or refuse to leave this planet to the Protectorate to make their way to these coordinates immediately. The Protectorate might have won this battle, but I'm not about to let them take this planet without a fight.''

[member="Kal Strife"]
[member="Tricia"]
[member="Seanna Vel"]
[member="Atretes Rhoujen"]
[member="Ermac Laith"]
[member="HK-36"]

OOC: I'll be setting up an open RP thread set within said foundry after this thread is over.

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

Druckenwell Shipyard
Onboard The Divine | Divinus
CSS-1 Corellian Star Shuttle
Personal Starship of General Jy’Vun
Meditation Chamber/Docking Bay

Mission: Eradicate.
Allies: The Confederacy
Enemies: Omega Protectorate and Calico Tal'Verda



The Drunkenwell shipyard’s garrison- only five of them to be clear- made it to the door of the General’s docking bay. This would more likely than not be a easy feat to accomplish, given the actual size of the ship to the number of enemies. Ratios were a beautiful thing. Their clearance allowed them inside. They had done just what was asked, and made no move to entice the already on edge Dread Guard, slipping in stealthily as the patrol of force-dead passed.

“Man the shuttle,” she ordered and moved from the ramp, securing the door with a flourish of energy. Like the obedient military they were, they passed their General and boarded Divinus without question.

The gloves were off, literally and figuratively, now.

A nearby console held the secret to Jy’Vun’s methods; she was, afterall, the General of Druckenwell Shipyard and a Sith Master. Such things should have been presumed protocol. Simple controls, laid out in an obvious way, only sought to expedite her actions. The first few clicks of nails on a screen sealed off the entirety of the Shipyard proper that had Dread Guard members inhabiting it. Droids would be the only ‘friendly’ force in those sectors, so any… casualties would be easily replaced in a factory.

The rest was via the Force, with the push of controls sought out and pressed up by that of her mind. Anesia was safely tucked away in her ship with the five men.

The next phase? Open exterior ports and pop open viewports. An emergency contamination protocol intended to be used in case of reactor leakage, it would jettison anyone and everything into the vacuum beyond the protective layer of metals. While death would not be instantaneous, the General intended to correct that problem. But how she had wanted to play.

Anti-Starfighter quad-laser emplacements were activated, and they locked onto the nearest Dread Guard members and opened fire. This would test the fabled Clone Commandos against ship-grade weaponry. The thought flickered like a spark of malice in Anesia’s mind, that they would burn all the same.

Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

The mind was fickle, and through sent prowess of battle meditation, she began to draw on not only her power, but those surrounding her. Tiny, flutters of invisible swarmed to her and the concentration of the Sith fortified itself. Anesia urged them to rally with her for now.

[member="Hayato"] | [member="Calico Tal'Verda"] | [member="November Sinclair"] | [member="Idiian Sayali"] | [member="Atretes Rhoujen"] | [member="Marek Starchaser"]​

 

[EmKay]

= The Druckenwell Shipyard, Repulsors =
Druckenwell Shipyards
Objective: Go crazy

The repulsors were all badly damaged. There was one in particular that appeared to be destroyed, but in fact was still operational. It was, however, at an odd angle and receiving mass power surges from the damaged energy couplings. As a result, it has been sputtering the shipyard into a slight rotation. Unnoticeable, until it sputtered and flared. The power overloaded circuits quickly, but the sudden jet of thrust set the shipyard into motion enough to make the debris from the shuddering superstructure linger around the station rather than fall to the planet surface. Another damaged engine sputtered to life, and the same occurred, accelerating rotation until the debris began to drift away into the fleet battle. The superstructure of the shipyard shook violently, and chunks of it began to break apart. Internal bulkheads sealed off to control damage, but the pieces of the station were already drifting away lazily, breaking apart into smaller pieces by sheer gravitational force. They would form a new ring around Druckenwell, one that would be the testament to this war's consequences.

 

[Idiian Sayali]

Location: Tower Atrium -> Shipyard corridors
Objective: Reclaim the Shipyard
Allies: [member="Marek Starchaser"], CIS, [member="Hayato"]
Enemies: Any hostile aboard the station, [member="November Sinclair"]

Well, isn't this lovely; Held at gunpoint by a stealth-wearing Protectorate soldier. From the looks of it, she was the only one of the lot who wasn't Dread Guard, either... regardless of why she was amongst them, though, this soldier currently had a rather nice gun up to Idiian's head now. All she wanted was for Idiian to lower her weapon, huh? Well, with Calico gone thanks to this lady's interruption, Idiian didn't really have any reason to, anyways, and proceeded to lower the rocket launcher as instructed... At which point, a pair of golden cylinders rolled out from between the PLX-1's body and Idiian's hand, and bounced off the floor just in front of her.

Flashbangs.

Even with the flash-resistant visors awarded by Dread Guard helmets, the initial flash was certainly blinding enough to give Idiian time to scoop up her bag of blasters and book it down the hall; For someone who lacked that protection, like the Protectorate lady, the blinding effect would last just a bit longer, especially that closeby. The Dread Guard certainly had the training not to shoot if they could hit an ally, and Idiian banked enough on the Protectorate soldier not just shooting her the moment she lowered that rocket to get out of her line of fire if she did decide to pull the trigger.

Taking the first turn down the hall, just in case someone did decide to start shooting anyways, Idiian started looking for the nearest security hub. Chances were at least a few of those Dread Guard would give chase, and she could put credits down on the Protectorate soldier following, but it certainly wouldn't be all 30-some Dread Guard, that's for sure. If they did follow her, Idiian'd have to confront them in the corridors, which with the FC-1 she could do a damn fine job handling them, but right now Idiian's priority was finding a console where she could pop the atrium's airlocks and vent it into space. She still wanted to take out Calico, but that would have to wait until later.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Capitol; OP command outpost
Objective: Get to Oddball
Allies: OP
Enemies: CIS

"You guys ready?" The clone said in comm link to his troopers that were in two Paladin dropships. They were well armed and ready. "First we'll land at the Protectorate command centre in the capitol. After that we'll discreetly try to get to the capitol's plaza center and kill off any CIS personnel, even our own. Any questions?" And there were no questions asked.

"Sir, its time," said the pilot and the hangar opened. They were still in the air and would have to jump but all of them had jetpacks. As the first one out Canal ran toward the hangar and jumped and was followed by the rest. There was AA cannons firing at the air trying to destroy the the drop ships of the Protectorate. After flying down to the ground he activated the jetpack so he wouldn't injure himself from the impact.

Running to a nearby skyscraper in his phrik armor that he created that was white but had hints of black on it with his visor black as well, he noticed on his HUD there were CIS forces inside of it. His squad followed him while the other Ex-dread guard commandos were helping out with [member=Ori'Alor Tal'Verda] or other Protectorate forces.

Holding up his OP spec ops slugthrower the captain aimed it at the soldiers who looked like Dread Guard soldiers and fired ten rounds at one of them who got killed (not Oddball). And barked at them, "Put down the weapons right now before I kill you, brothers!" He had Hunter with a sniper rifle who was aiming at the hostiles in a distance while Wrecker and Nuke were aiming at Oddball and his squad with Protectorate Blaster Rifles version two.

"You got dive seconds to decide," and was aiming the rifle while taking cover. Even if it hurt him he would kill any traitors. If you are an enemy, you are scum. Bit if you're a traitor, you are far worse than scum.

[member=CC-953 Oddball]

 

[Soell Alberio]

Onboard the Ashira's Justice
Objective: Defeat Enemy Fleet, Defend the Emperor's Shield
Allies: Protectorate Forces and friends Friedrich Stahlmann Siobhan Kerrigan Ayden Cater Eyrecae Alzari [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: Confederate Forces and friends [member="Kal Strife"] Serock Hoath

The CIS were truly fools. As the Scion stealth corvettes pulled back the Ecchani had ordered her Illyria Frigates to return rather than give pointless chase. Besides which the was more important matters to take care of, like those irritating swarms around the Emperor's Shield. However, between the futility of the Confederacy's Swarms and the added support from Admiral Stahlmann there didn't appear to be much reason to weaken her own fleet's fighter screens lest the enemy divert attention there.

Yet something did have to be done. Considering that It appeared as though some of the Confederacy were planning to target the Shipyards and the soldiers and innocents below.

Hecate watched stupidity and brilliance unfold from the Confederacy's ranks. The white haired woman watched the Emperor's Shield's weapons lance out into the darkness of space attempting to gun down the enemy fleet's flagship, only for many of the CIS smaller capital ships to intercept the blasts. Such tactics were brutal and to be honored were the crews and captains truly giving their lives of their own volition. Any soldier that loyal and ready to lay down their life for a cause they believed in was to be commended for their actions, if they were indeed they're own. However there was stupidity mixed in with the brilliance of the defensive manuever. The Confederacy readily returned fire upon the Shield with their surviving vessels. . . . . .taking out their own fighters in the process. Whatever sort of fool believed they could fire on a ship their own fighters were swarming either believed the machines and living pilots were expendable or simply thought their destruction was a worthy loss to try breaking through the Shield. Nonetheless as the enemy streams of Turbolaser fire burned through space the Echani wasn't about to let her or the Omega Protectorate's pilots die there.

"This is Hecate Ferrum to all squadrons around the Shield! Pull out of your runs on the enemy fighters and return to your defensive screens, the CIS capital fire is burning them anyway. Admiral Stahlmann, I believe we either have two choices. We either focus all our fire on the enemy's ship descending below and move in to hit it around its sacrificial lambs, which may divert fire from the Shield, or we pass our fleets in front of the shield just long enough for half our shields to absorb incoming fire to take the heat off them. Whichever course of action you believe we should take know I will follow you in on." Regardless, Hecate did have her Antilles long range weaponry fire on the enemy flagship as it lowered and the rest of her ships were shooting at the confederate vessels trying to pull in close enough to fire their guns at the Shield.

Spoiler

2 Antilles Star Defenders [1600] (3200)

Spoiler

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]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Marek Starchaser was looking up. He was wtching the battle, waiting for any call from the brass. He didn’t know where he was best used. But that was when he got the call from [member="Kal Strife"]. Right, that was something rlse. Leaving the world. And with [member="Alli Wren"] taking over the station? Baktoid could hold it, and maybe he could work a deal out with them. Until then, however, he had a mission to do.

Taking his Lucrehulk, he directed towards the planet, making a call to the admiralty to provide him with covering ship. All freighters were being uploaded to his command. “This is Starchaser, to all Confederate ground forces. Report to fall back position Omega. Freighters will meet you.”

That was the order, he was using the military craft. Onith class freighters, and getting them up and out. Beginning salvo fire from his Lucrehulk, and having the more militarized one that was shadowing him follow suit, they and the detachment of starfighters were doing their best to guard the freighters.

What freighters could would meet up with the Lucrehulks, but they all had their own hyperdrives, they would be able to make it to the rendezvous. Any ships that would become damaged could dock with the hulks and get out of the area. “What’s our time scale, Admiral.” He sent over to Kal before retransmitting the general alert for evacuation. It was filled with save or destroy and burn sensitive material, from the military, viceroyalty or the Techno Union. Going dark. Going home, leaving the world.

Remembering he had one agent on board, he dialed up [member="Idiian Sayali"]. "Evacuating, get yourself out of the system. You can meet my Lucrehulk, but get yourself gone. See you on the other side." Who said he didn't care?
[member="Atretes Rhoujen"] [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] [member="B1-883331"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Morna Imura"]

 

[Kal Strife]

Barely had [member="Marek Starchaser"] spoken than the tendrils of another mind touched his own, impressing a single word deep into his thoughts - "Now".

Then the Butcher's mind was gone, his fragile link with the man who served as his second abandoned in the blink of an eye. Once more he turned his thoughts to the battle raging in the heavens, where apparent hesitation on the behalf of the forces arrayed against the Confederacy, coupled with the insidious touch of Battle Meditation, had left the Emperor's Shield exposed for far longer than anyone could have countenanced. Again and again, turbolasers hammered at the might vessel, and titanic shells from hypervelocity guns pounded against it.

Would it die here, another leviathan of the technology age slain by the brutality of man?

Perhaps, yet the butcher cared not. The game had changed, and the tendrils of the force that linked him to the fleet now carried a darker hue.

Verd. Aurek. One.

 

[EmKay]

The message came thought his communicator, and the thought entered Rhoujen's mind in rapid sequence. The message was clear, they were getting off and taking it with them. He removed himself from the makeshift bunker and darted out to the pick-up point. Along the way he met with his master and a grizzled-looking man who wore the rank of Planetary Commander. Together they boarded a shuttle that gathered a few soldiers and any other nearby important people and headed out.

Minuted ticked by, the shuttle's engines training to escape the area with the droid escort making an alleyway along the away vector. Ten seconds.

Eight.

Five.

Three.

Zero.

The jump was made. Atretes one of the many names who would have been aboard the shuttle.

[Out]

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Orbital Shipyard - Decomposing Orbit
[member="Red Queen"]

A lone dropship idled into one of the hangars on the shipyards. They were massive things, reminiscent of the ones made above Kuat, really. But fire from, well, he wasn't entirely sure, had basically ruined the orbit it had so carefully maintained. With just the repulsors gone, it would take some hours for the station to wholly break apart under strain from the planet below.

But he wasn't going to be here that long, especially since nothing was going to arrest it's eventual and disgustingly slow plummet towards the planet below. The large pieces would impact like meteors while the small would burn up in atmosphere. What a shame, really.

Perhaps the CIS was too far gone. Their first planet to lose and now there was nothing to be regained if they were to take it.

Shrugging, he made sure his photoreceptors were working properly and made his way down the ramp which lifted behind him. The dropship would idly just outside the hangar until he was ready to depart. "Where do you need to be." He asks the AI in his armor.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Location: Capital City
Objective: Previously to take the city and fight Tricia again, now Atrisia Redux. Falling Shipyards
Enemies: Confeds theoretically. Especially those who throw shipyards
Allies: [member="HK-36"], [member="Eyrecae Alzari"], [member="Hecate"] [member="Tricia"] sort of as a frenemy

The duster did not protect against someone going for your throat. Nor against ridiculously heavy objects being tossed at you at tremendous speed and velocity. However, as Siobhan was about to unleash her attack, presumably with a hail of bolter fire - she had the shatterboltgun HK-36's Guild of Hammers had designed on her back and was about to go for it - when suddenly the universe decided that since two flying force gods were there it might as well offer them a repeat performance of Atrisia instead of letting them finish the duel this time!

The universe was most unfair, Siobhan thought. "You got to be freaking kidding me! This is getting redundant." she exclaimed with an air of obvious annoyance. Oh, and if the shipyard fell from space onto the surface countless innocent people would perish and the city would be razed, which obviously would be bad as well. Admittedly the city already looked pretty wrecked to her, but no matter. Confederate military casualties would far outnumber those of the Protectorate, since the latter had so far only landed its vanguard at the outskirts and while the casualties would be staggering, fact was that whichever Confederate commander had given the order would be razing the planet they were supposed to protect against the invader. So, in other words, the Protectorate was going to win either way - and had been handed a propaganda victory on a silver platter.

Regardless she did not have the time to give their idea of acceptable scorched earth policy tactics much thought. What she had to concentrate on was the here and now. A comm message rang out to the Omegan forces that were in her vicinity. "All Omegan forces, the Feds have lost their mind and think dropping shipyards is a good idea. Fall back to assigned evac points and get the hell away. Eyrecae, hammer time is over. HK, boys down here could use some pickup." Siobhan herself shot up to greater heights as she ascenced up into the sky, gesturing to Tricia as her bolters returned back to her thighs, her leather duster billowing in the strong wind. Right now, they were sort of allies. Frenemies. Whatever. Had it already been mentioned that the Countess found this all a bit annoying? Well, it is said that history moves in cycles that repeat themselves over and over again. Undoubtedly Phylis Alince, the badass bookworm, could have a few things to say about that.

"Next time we meet, we might as well skip the trying to have an awesome TK duel part? We can stop it from hitting the city and divert it towards the sea if it falls. You with me? Slow down its descent when it enters the atmosphere by pushing against it!" she yelled to make herself heard over the chaos that was raging all around them.

They had chucked Lucrehulks on Atrisia, during the One Sith's attack on Fondor Siobhan had stopped a space station from falling by grabbing it, this could be done as well. Even as these words were being spoken she opened herself to the Force, entering an immersion greater than at any point during the battle as she gave herself completely to it, filling herself with its powerful energies. So much power rippled through her being and flowed through her, enough that she felt like she was getting drunk on power as she basked into it. Her Force aura and her eyes seemed ablaze as she willed herself to focus, on her one singular purpose.

She felt so much right now. Anger and rage at whichever Confederates had thought this would to protect and all the while she lapped and feasted upon the energies of the Force until she felt like she would burst. Not fear though, just a strange sense of deja vu but then she was used to doing the impossible by now. Power. Unlimited power. Well, obviously not, but it was how she felt at the moment as she raised her hands to the sky.

There was no fear she felt though. More like been there, done that, and it is getting awfully redundant. Eyrecae, her friend and battle sister, should be safe anyway. Hopefully the Omegan forces were retreating, and so she focused as she pulled all the force energy into her she could muster. Individual chunks that came falling down would be met with an overwhelmning wave of force energy, a tidal wave of power that represented the apex of force explosion and cease to exist, being thrown far and wide through the sky until they could no longer hit the city as they were blasted to shreds so that they might fall harmlessly. Manifesting a gigantic telekinetic fist - beyond gigantic actually for indeed such terms to define size were inadequate to describe it - she would reach out to grip the station if it fell. A push might be able to slow down the descent of the station by pushing against it as it entered the atmosphere.

Hold it in an implacable, unyielding grip that took all her energy. Her heartbeat was already racing from the exertion, so much that to any bystander she might appear as really needing medical help. Sweat was dripping down her back and face until she was drenched in it, but still she persisted as she always did. She would be unable to prevent the station from falling. However, what she could do - perhaps - was divert it. All it would take was a phenomenal grip, one that would wrap itself around the structure and refuse to yield as invisible chains bound it. Then, once this was done, a phenomenal push - as much as it could be described as a push given the power level involved - would give it a shove of such strength it could be felt by any force-user, as power would sweep through her very real and physical hand - in order to push it away from the city.

If it fell, of course. In the meantime smaller pieces of the station - small relatively speaking - were tumbling down towards the city, more specifically those that would not have burnt up in the atmosphere. Eyes affixed upon them as she perceived them with her physical eyes and through the Force and then she lashed out with an explosion of power, so strong that the air was twisted by the force of the blast, windows were shattered, droids and vehicles were sent flying by it. Pieces that came raining down upon the city would be caught in the force of the surge of power and be sent flying through the air, away from the city. They were perfectly mangeable for a master level force repulse. Buildings would shake and the ground would be hit by tremors and quakes beneath her telekinetic might as her techniques tore the falling debris apart with brutal ferocity.

As for the actual big station, well, it had to fall and stuff. Maybe it would not. Perhaps there was time to take a drink from her flask! Or have a smoke.

 

[Eyrecae Alzari]

Location: Capital City
Objective: Capture the City
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="HK-36"] | OP Peoples
Enemies: [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Morna Imura"] | [member="Tricia"] | [member="Ermac Laith"]

By the time the second sonic blast hit the wall she was already gone. Spying her enemy's position Eyrecae moved around in cover, and then charged right at him. Her hammer was ready to spill blood, and this man who had hurt her would be the perfect target! Leaping forward, she aimed to crush him with a heavy swing of the hammer, but failing that she'd fall back into brawling mode.

She didn't care what was happening elsewhere, only that her enemy was here, and she'd smash him...once and for all.