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

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi Alestrani continued raking the sand-pit, forming an intricate piece of art. The swilrs and patterns, while colorless, had textures that left impressions that by Miralukian standards were quite lovely. He would occasionally stop, for a few minutes, turn on his holocomm and utter a seemingly random command, to a different division each time. This was one of the most powerful applications of his Force Sight, a true blind meditation. By removing his local senses, he could 'see' well across the distances, scrying the city for information and giving advice on it. Each move, moving the refugees to the evac ships a little more quickly with a bit less traffic. He smiled, flipping his holocommunicator briefly.

[member="Eldoc Quasat"]

"Lord Quasat, would you please check the secondary cannons on the left perimeter of our base. I had a vision of their being in poor repair last night. Would you mind reassuring me of their functionality? I'm a bit busy with the evacuation over here, I'm afraid."

He continued his raking. He hoped he wasn't wasting any engineer's time with this. Then again, Time was the one thing he had to spend, at this point.

 

[Taa Nul]

Count Morcus patched into the Dread Guard's communications, to contact Galaar Tal'verda from the planet surface. ''Commander Tal'verda, I'd appreciate any assistance on the ground you can provide. I need experienced commanders to co-ordinate my ground forces during our defense...''.

@Galaar Tal'Verda

 

[Disciple]

Capital
Objective: Get child onto evac transport
Allies: CIS
Enemies: OP

Clack. Clack. Clack.

The cane beat its staccato rhythm upon the stones of the sidewalk of the capital, even as the skies darkened and grew loud with the approach of evacuation transports. Not shelters, then. Full evacuation. Interesting.

Smiling to himself, he looked at the quaking girl in his arm. "You'll see your parents soon, child. Smile a little. Uncle Disciple will take you to safety." He promises, turning and stepping into the crowds of people making for landing sites.

No one paid much attention to the darkly clothed figure with the girl set upon an arm, vials of medication swishing gently on his chest. They were too focused on their own problems - mostly with a bit of mental prodding from Disciple to keep himself from being noticed.

He didn't need more people screaming, after all. That would ruin the evacuation plans by making things chaotic.

Twelve hours wasn't much time to evacuate a population, but it was enough time for the population to think there was plenty.

Smiling to himself, he began walking up and into one of the freighters, girl still clearly afraid. "Don't you worry, little one. Don't you worry. We'll get you off world yet."

 

[Seanna Vel]

[member="Eldoc Quasat"]

Listening to her Master, speak the words he did. Also spying that flask of his. "If we get out of this all, someone going to owe someone a bottle of whiskey.", giving a wink to Eldoc. Not trying to make light of the situation. As she walked more with him around the whole garrison. Her eyes was quickly looking around herself as to where she could if face with the possibility need to take the high ground to set up shop. Knowing the words that he spoke was the right one for the fact that she knew very little force going up against season force users. In this battle she would count on her weapons and her armor to keep her safe. "I understand, to say out of the way, sweet only knows I want to keep my sweet looking ass attach to me for a while longer."

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi made one last, simple preparation. "Lieutenant, are the units in place?" He said calmly, stopping from his raking to get a soda from a nearby vending machine.

"Yes, Alestrani." 40 Clankers, position underground in drainage run-off. with non-lethal shock guns. This plan was madness.

"Good. Move the remaining apparatuses--aparrati, rather--into place. Then, return to your primary preparations." He sipped his drink, and smiled as he unpack a small lunch, eating it cheerily. The civilians in his region were evacuated, the troops were making their moves, and he had no doubt that the Spynet was preparing death-traps and ambushes everywhere but his little arena.

 

[Siara Kai]

Location: Drunkenwell's Docks
Objective: Evacuate Civilians


"Get me that update!" came Siara's stern snap through her wristcomm, boots giving a resonating tattoo upon the ground. Arceneau Ships were already being loaded with thousands of civilians.

They already had a couple of issues, as it was wont to do with such a dense crowd of panicked and fearful sapients worried for their lives.

She was here to ensure the security and intel of the docking station, especially the Techo Union's interests were looked after. A grimace went drifting over her face.

Bloody hell.

 

[Oddball]

Location: Capital city
Allies: CIS
Objective: Move to the shipyards

Once More Into The Breach

The voice of the general came on the radio, Galaar. Looking up into space oddball nodded and spoke softly. "You crazy son of a queen, alright then. One last ride." With a smile on his face behind the scorched and scratched up helmet on his head a LAAT touched down on him and his squad. Oddball had done well in his time and had even been promoted while serving. Corporal Oddball loaded up into the vehicle and sat down on the ledge of it his legs dangling from the side as the engines roared. This was it, he had to kill his brothers. He didn't know Calico all so well but he knew he loved to fight and that the protectorate would fight. This was not going to end with talks of peace.

With a woosh of air the vehicle began it's ascension into the sky. Watching as the ground grew smaller and smaller oddball took off his helmet and set it next to him. Reaching into his utility belt he pulled out a half smoked roll of what was probably spice and chuckled. He was saving it for when he got home from deployment but this seemed like a better time than any. Cupping his hands around the spice blunt and with a few flicks of a lighter a small sizzle faintly echoed. " [member="Galaar Tal'Verda"] this ones for you buddy." Taking a hit he exhaled the smoke as he began to relax a bit at the idea of killing his family. Flying higher and higher the stick of spice soon fizzled out do to the lack of air and flew from its users mouth. "Corporal! We're closing up! Get inside. Grabbing the helmet by his side oddball nodded and placed it back on his head.

Standing back he grabbed the railing above head and watched the door slowly seal him in darkness. Pressurizing the cabin squeaked and oxygen flew through it. Moving into the black of space the LAAT docked with the shipyard control hub and the men stepped out to do their jobs. The CIS may of been bad in the eyes of some but it was still oddball's home and he was going to protect the ones left in his family.

 

[Salem Norongachi]

Messages came thick and fast. It was almost more than Norongachi and his team could handle...almost. He said nothing, barely moving except by betrayal of instinct as a sudden movement from one of the staff caught his eye. Still no word from [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"], no word from [member="Kal Strife"]. The waiting, it felt like all he'd done for the past few months was wait for this day to come. Never knowing when, never knowing where, always fearing he hadn't prepared them enough to weather the storm that [member="Ayden Cater"] and his ilk were so quick to unleash upon them.

The 'Protectorate', heh, it was a joke. One he'd seen a hundred times in another life, fly the flag of peace and you can get away with pretty much anything you want. A bit of spin here, a sad expression there and suddenly an entire populace was about to lose its home because you simply didn't like one twisted, idiot of a man. Norongachi didn't judge Verd for his actions, no, that was not his way. He had done worse, would probably do worse still in the months to follow. No, what he condemned was stupidity, the idiocy to not only have his machinations discovered but to bring them down upon people he was supposed to protect.

To call the man a Sith was an insult to the great, cunning, visionaries that had come before, the same way as calling the arrayed Republic allies of the Protectorate Jedi, was an insult to the selfless, compassionate people that had all but left this tumor of a Galaxy. It was all about perception though, wasn't it? Even the most hienous war criminals could strive for a better tomorrow, it was just that they were judged on how they got there.

How would the Galaxy judge Omega Proctorate today? How would they judge him....would they think him a fool for digging in? For fighting an injustice that should never have come to pass? Would he even live to find out, yes, that was the real question. Would be see out the day...

Eyes of emerald took in the control room, and then looked out toward the city, to the throngs of people still moving toward what little safety they could give them. He always knew he'd end up another corpse on some blood drenched battlefield, it was how men like himself met their end and he was fine with that but the thought of seeing all these people, soldiers, Knights, allies and civilians turned to pulp by over zealous, self righteous fools...that cut him to the core.

His com-device buzzed and he snapped it from his belt, a voice broke through the static, one he knew from that little incident on Utapah. Norongachi allowed himself a smile, it was nice to know that [member="Neskar A'toll"] hadn't snuffed it yet. They would need more than a touch of out-the-box thinking before the day was over. "Neskar, are you in position?" It was a silly question, the man was a professional. "Just keep an eye out for any premature invasioners. I'm sure the Omega Protectorate has its share just ready to explode with impatience. Failing that, do what you do best, kill anything that isn't killing them. Norongachi out."

"A message from General Jy'Vun sir!" A coms-officer yelled, waving from the other side of the room to catch his attention.

"Patch it through." He clicked the com-system in front of him and Anesia's voice came through, although what she said made bile begin to rise in his throat, she was a flake, he knew she was a flake and yet he thought just this once he could depend upon her in their hour of need. He swallowed back whatever venom might spew down the line and simply responded with. "Explain..."

 

[Sheila]

[member="Sophia Walsh"]

He didn't like seeing Sophia like this... hell he would say no they weren't if he had the authority but his only went so far. He felt her in his arms while the familiar warm streak on his cheeks matched hers. "Ah Sophia you know what I mean, you can live anywhere in the galaxy if you want but home is always your family. Dad will never try and shoot you.... shoot your boyfriend sure but that is a given." He kept standing there and just held her while thinking it over... he was 99% certain she would not try and manipulate him to attack their father... He was nearly so sure he was willing to take her up there but had to be smart about it. He couldn't put his sister in binders but. "I am sure if you swear we are not going to try and mind trick us into attacking people I think he would love to be able to see you."

 

[Disciple]

Evacuation Ship - Bulk Freighter
Allies: Feds
Enemies: OP


The ants go marching one by one... hurrah, hurrah.

A milky white eye scanned the crowd, dead to normal vision, but alive and seeing well through the Force. His other eye saw things readily and it was with no small amusement that he found all the thousands of civilians packed into a giant cargo hold. Like bantha.

Oh but the irony was delicious. Smiling at the girl in his arms who refused to meet his gaze, he simply wormed his way through the crowd. The ramp behind them had lifted, sealing them off from the throngs still trying to escape.

The hum of engines was heard as the bulk freighter began it's takeoff procedure and warmed itself for the short trip to the void and then, hopefully, to safety. So many people. So many lives.

So little time.

Smiling faintly as he continued to hum the old tune to himself, he began making his way to the front of the bay, keeping an eye out for any Twi'leks who may know the girl. Perhaps her parents were here. If not, she'd be reunited with them soon.

After all, there were too many people being evacuated for them not to make it.

Or perhaps it was the opposite - too many so they wouldn't.

A shame, that. Some wouldn't make it. Twelve hours wasn't long enough, not by a long shot. But kudos to whoever had contacted that vixen of the sands to get these freighters for bulk moving.

I hope she makes good money off this. And the freighter lifted... and headed into space.

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

Druckenwell Shipyards
Administrative Center
Enroute to North Quarter Hangars
Affiliation: The Confederacy

“I do not trust the connection,” the General replied. “Times such as these need a clearer head and a quieter place.” His voice washed over her and she let out a suppressed sigh. Never did she understand how [member="Salem Norongachi"] did that to her and put her on edge most times all at once. “You should see the view from up here…” she smiled then, but it was sudden and fled.

After a short pause, the General turned on her heel, pivoting herself in the direction of the hangar bay. “It may be awhile before we have contact again,” her eyes closed. “Don’t you go dying on me,” or I’ll resurrect you to kill you myself.

The door was in her sights, “I’ll keep my com open. And Sal…” there were unspoken words. She wouldn’t say them, but she knew he knew that she loved him in some sense.

Silence.

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

An audible wet hiss, a sound of the seal ripping away from the airlock.The faint smell of oil and metal - the all too familiar air still woven with dark, musky incense rose to fill her nostrils- welcomed the General into the tomb with a sick slide of durasteel doors that held one of her oldest friends. Divinus had been around for ages, never lost, not so much as touched and upon recovering it along with memories held all the more value to her. It was not a ship made for battle, not in ways warships were; it housed a sanctuary for rapture.

One befitting for a Master of the Force.

The mere thought of being trapped in the meditation chamber drew from her a deep, sardonic smile that she cared not to bestow upon even her garrison. For all they knew, the General Anesia Jy’Vun was just a fanatical, attractive woman that used the Force and slept in the Lord Commanders bed. Nothing else was of their concern, and as always, the Sith kept it as such.

Slender fingers slid along the security pad of The Divine and a ramp began to slowly make its descent to a polished duracrete floor. CLANG. The Master fled fluidly up and into the maw of the ship, tapping buttons just to her left to close the opening. She had caught the sights of helms just past the docking bay door windows before she was swallowed into darkness.

Having such an intimate relationship with the star cruiser, Anesia moved through the ship with ease. Again, a security panel and this time her hand moved atop it, at the same moment, her lips parted and she spoke, “Aperi.”

Simultaneously the two halves to the entrance of the chamber spread wide, flushing her face with cool air. Where normally, at least in the history, the place of meditation was usually adorned with metal of the darker varieties, or stone. This was as true here, only streams of sheer fabric hung and flourished around the entirety hiding . They fell in colors of purple and black, gray and red, surrounding a circular rise in the threshold in the middle of the cabin, almost ornate in appearance with the carvings of runes and ancient hieroglyphs all along the sides.

The incense from earlier consumed and stuck to the fabric. As if on cue, Anesia stepped through and the doors slid shut behind her. Vivid green oculars closed slowly as she knelt upon the slight pedestal. Everything fell then, and she focused entirely upon the events to come. Through meditation, her connection and powers from within the Force amplified.

Each breath was disquiet and discord recoiled and fell from her shoulders.

It was a subtle push at first, from the ethers of the Galaxy to her mind, stretching until her ties with the Darkside spun about the tendrils of The Force. They moved in silent, silken blankets hidden from the naked eye, stretching from The Confederacy’s fleet to every living being upon Druckenwell. From the Techno Union to the armies.


This had begun in the administrative sector, coercing her own garrison’s morale to match her own. The Sith Master meant to administer it to all. For now though, just the Confederates mattered. The Protectorate was still out of reach for even her power to play upon; preemptive strikes upon the invisible wings of the Force, led by her perverse totalitarian domineering hand.





@Vorhi Alestrani | @Seanna Vel | @Soliael Devin Talith | @Sophia Walsh | @Keziah Tal'Verda | @Marek Starchaser | @Atretes Rhoujen | @Morna Imura | @Neskar A'toll | @Eldoc Quasat | @Oliver Walsh | @Ikki Ike | @Galaar Tal'Verda | @Tricia

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: Planet's Capital
Obective: Defend the Capital
Allies: CIS, [member="Salem Norongachi"], [member="Atretes Rhoujen"], [member="Morna Imura"]
Enemies: OP, PUBs


There was nothing worse than a band of mercenary thugs who extorted galactic communities under the pretense of maintaining peace. Most governments or states possessed a military force. The Omega Pyre was nothing more than a mercenary military force that possessed a state. What made it worse is the Jedi Order tagged along, under the pretense of eliminating darksiders. Yet this was another pathetic excuse to eliminate any force wielders who did not fit their narrow minded philosophy, and ensure the status-quo of the rich core worlds remained unchallenged. Really the Protectorate and Republic were nothing more than imperial states using might makes right Geo-political arguments to justify their expansion. But in the end that what is was all about, expansion, empires lived and died by it. And if the war came to end the people of the Protectorate would have little use of their so called masters.


Kentarch watched the CIS soldiers prepare for the upcoming fight. These twelve hours were likely going to be the longest twelve hours of his life. Part of him wanted to knocked over half a dozen people and fire a long range missile at Protectorate ships just to get the shooting started. His mind drifted to controlling itself, and he dismissed any malicious thoughts of starting a battle to focus on those around him. "I'm taking the first shot at Cira, Master Imura, remember that. Your in charge of air defenses." The Sith Lord stated bluntly.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Aboard the Ashira's Justice, Space. The final frontier.
Allies: Protectorate forces and friends
Enemies: Confederates and friends
[member="Hecate"], [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]


Countess Siobhan Kerrigan, unlike the Protectorate, had actually been on Atrisia, though it seems in dispute how much time actually passed, when five Confederate Lucrehulks came crashing down onto the planet in an attempt at mass extermination after the Fringe and the Atrisians temporarily buried the hatchet. She had duelled a Fringe force master in the sky and then been part of the force meld of force masters that prevented the calamity, chucking the capital ships into the mountains, while she had undergone what essentially was a force induced drug rush.



You launch a surprise attack, then give the enemy twelve hours to build up their forces? War's not about playing nice to look good for the holocameras. You either fight or muck around. Honour's a fancy word that's got no place in the real world, the brunette juggernaut thought to herself in reference to the twelve hour reprieve she made her way to the bridge of the Ashira's Justice. However, she was not in charge of this campaign. She had strongly suspected the Confederacy had schemed to aggrandise itself on Protectorate territory and been in league with the Sith while Tegaea was Protector, which was enough for her to not mind seeing them gone. However, she was not really here for righteous crusading, since her time of loyalty to the Protectorate was long over. She was a natural warrior, there was the chance of fighting Sith and one of Firemane's newest officers, Hecate, would be directing a portion of the fleet battle. From Siobhan's perspective it was only a matter of time before both empires clashed, simply because they both stood in the way of the other when it came to dominance over a good chunk of the southern portion of the Galaxy. Empires either expanded or died.



As she reached the bridge and the heavy blast doors opened with a hiss she took a moment to take in the glorious view outside in the vastness of space. Warship upon warship had been assembled. Supposedly the space battle would be even greater than the famed Battle of Endor. Siobhan was no history buff - what historical interests she had were often connected to the Eldorai - so she was in no position to compare notes. But she understood it would be glorious...and above all bloody. War demanded sacrifice after all, collateral damage and carnage were logical by-products. Butcher Kerrigan was not the sort to lose sleep over that or suffer moral dilemmas. Well, she had had twelve hours to kill...and had used them...productively by assuring herself the nurses would do their duty, though she had resisted the urge to grab herself a bottle of whiskey since presumably going into battle efficienctly required a measure of sobriety!



From what she had heard Admiral Stahlmann would be partaking in the battle as well. She remembered how he had led his fleet valiantly at Roche and then cleansed the stars above Gehenna while she led the Protectorate's ground forces in the final battle to annihilate the Bando Gora...at great cost. She pushed that memory aside - it was the past. She still felt a strong craving for a cigarette though...so much for trying to quit!

 

[Soell Alberio]

Aboard the bridge of Ashira's Justice
Allies: Protectorate forces and friends
Enemies: Confederates and friends
Friedrich Stahlmann [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Twelve hours was a much longer time to wait than Hecate had realized. Aside from aligning her ships alongside Admiral Stahlmann's when he arrived so that their fleets could operate in a more effective unison, very little had been done. Things were happening out there, but the only real change of note had been when convoys had begun coming out of hyperspace and began shuttling back and forth from the planet of Druckenwell below. A whole half a day was a long time to wait, especially if one's soldiers had been awake long before then as well. The Echani had made sure to slowly rotate the crew to ensure those under her command each got two hours of sleep before the battle actually began while also maintaining the fleet in battle ready conditions in case the enemy attacked before then. The Omega Protectorate's leader obviously must have either really cared about avoiding innocent civilian casualties, been a fool, or was too politically minded.

Even though she herself appreciated a level of honor between opponents, there was such a thing as overdoing it. This was giving both nation's naval forces plenty of time to organize, while down below the enemy ground troops were undoubtedly more than prepared for whatever would be sent their way. Hecate felt bad for whatever soldiers got sent down there. They would be facing an intense slaughter before they even could get boots on the ground, and what few did would be vastly outnumbered and outgunned by then likely. The young Echani figured the space battle she would be participating in would also turn out rather poorly. With so much time to arrange into their perfect positions the fleets would most likely posture forever until someone made a mistake in their formations and provided an opening.

Luckily enough for the white haired woman though, her mistress and employer Lady Siobhan appeared on the bridge to provide an opening of distraction for her from the pain of sitting and doing nothing. "Lady Kerrigan, its a pleasure to have you on deck." Smiling as she stood to greet the other woman, not asking her crew to all divert their attention to salute to avoid a horribly timed attack screwing them over, Hecate couldn't tell if she felt more pressure or relief from having Firemane's Vice President and resident Juggernaut onboard for the ride. "So tell me by the way. Did they name the SDs after you or did you do that while in charge? Because I have to say either way it makes me sad if Firemane ever builds ships that big we can't use the name if its copyrighted."

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Drunkenwell Shipyards: Southern Sector
Allies: General Jy'vun
Enemies: Anyone to cross the threshold
Objective: Fortify and hold the station.

This station was the first line of defense should the fleet fall. It had defensive emplacements and the like. The Clone was here with one mission in mind and that was to hold it should disaster befall their fleet. Galaar was deploying to several of the Southern Hangers with several hundred Dread Guard infantry and Commandos as a relief force to the station security and General Jy'vuns troops. Upon landing he quickly began to dole out orders. Each hanger was defended by 16 troops with anti-armor equipment. Several more squads were sent both to the admin deck and mechanics decks. The rest of the Dread Guard garrison were placed in the hallways in a checkpoint manner.

The General himself strode to the Control Deck to find who was in Command of the station. This was already shaping up to be a long day... With orders dished out and troops armed there was nothing left to do but wait until the guns opened up and the drums of war sounded. This was a rather calm start to a war compared to his first, however, Galaar remembered quite clearly when they had been woken from their bunks on Kamino by the blare of sirens, herded into dropships, and then a couple hours later were fighting in the hot sands of Geonosis. This was almost child's play in comparison, yet part of him hated it, this waiting... It's ominous weight bore down against him with the weight of a thousand worlds... What made it worse was the fact he knew his brother was out there and likely very pissed at him.

He finally entered the command center and spoke up; his voice was indeed similar to Jango's but with a lighter baritone, one much more uplifted and generally happy. Or it seemed at least.

"General, Dread Guard Forces here to assist."

[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Aboard the bridge of Ashira's Justice. In space.
Allies: Protectorate forces and friends
Enemies: Confederates and friends
Objective: Err...wait?
[member="Hecate"]

"Long after Tegs had stepped down as Lady Protector. Think they built it after the battle of Eriadu. I guess if I'd done it while I was Exarch the press would've called it a cult of personality or something like that. They named a companion ship after Tegs - the Alcori-class Light Star Defender," Siobhan said simply. She had her own thoughts on the Protectorate's present leadership. They were not particularly positive these days, but she kept those to herself since they had no relevance when they faced battle.

Siobhan was out of her depth when it came to fleeting and honest enough with herself to admit that. Ergo she did not intend to interfere with how this portion went. She understood the capabilities of the Protectorate navy, even though admittedly the last time she had actually been there to see a full fleet of it in action was Gehenna - and then most of what she knew came from the after action reports given her having theatre command on the ground. Of course, the Bando Gora had, in the end, been savages. This was something far different, though the navy had been beefed up after Eriadu.

Eriadu...she remembered how she had conquered it so many years ago. Before Siobhan could focus on her 'glory days', as people in retirement tended to do, she pulled herself back to the present. For a moment she wondered whether [member="HK-36"] would come into battle commanding the Siege Tower...or the Dancing Queen! "Admiral Stahlmann is a very competent officer. Performed admirably at Roche. You can trust his judgement and his heavy fleet complements our lighter one. Coordinate matters with him."

 

[Laith Varad*]

Location: Druckenwell, Capital City streets
Objective: Defend the Capital
Allies: CIS
Enemies: The Protectorate

​

...Laith was on Druckenwell. He'd come to the planet looking for a bit of work, nothing intense just some strong arm activity or moderate bit of mercenary work, and had found it in the way of being hired on to help safeguard the capital for a limited amount of time. The Mercenary wasn't a loyalist when it came to the Confederacy but he was loyal to the credits that he accepted and the individuals that paid him his fees. There hadn't been much action on Druckenwell until today though. Patrolling the capital city via the streets, foot patrol, Laith had heard that the Confederacy was on alert, concerned over a possible threat, though he had little actual idea over what the threat may have been he only concerned himself with his duties for the most part. In his Mandalorian Armor he was an imposing figure though and the weapons he was carrying didn't make him look any less threatening...

...he was packing a Sonic Carbine, CZ-839 model, across his chest with the butt raised and snug against the crevice of his right shoulder and the barrel extending down past his left hip. The Sonic Carbine was a product of the Czerka Corporation, not standard issue for anyone, and had become a weapon that Laith was appreciative of for a number of reasons. It was the primary to the secondary weapon Laith carried, a CZ-836 Assault Rifle modified with Slinker technology, which was worn over his left shoulder via a strap. The Mercenary was also carrying an assortment of Fragmentation and Forcebreaker Grenades as well as his Vibrosword, sheathed over his back with the hilt extending over his right shoulder, making him a further threat to anyone who saw him during his patrol...

...the armor he wore would be effective against smalls arms and blaster fire and was outfitted with several additional surprises such as a fibrocord launcher amongst other things. The Helm that completed the armor gave Laith access to a three hundred and sixty degree arc of vision via the hud that patched into its network. It also had other standard devices such as filtration systems. Laith was equipped to deal with most problems that may arise in an urban or combat environment...

...walking the streets it was difficult to notice Confederacy troops beginning to set up defensive perimeters, blockades and other things to slow an enemies advance which meant Laith would have joined them. Approaching he said..."Don't mind me boys. I'm just here to bring the rain."...which caused him to laugh slightly while some of the other troopers gave him a look while he sought out a defensive position in the streets. Moving over to an assortment of sandbags that were being piled up on one end of the street Laith would have crouched down, using them for cover, while waiting for the eventual onslaught...​

 

[Disciple]

Evac Freighter in Space
Allies: CIS
Enemies: OP, [member="Ayden Cater"]

There was someone, down below, clawing at his mind. He rebuffed them. How he hated battle meditation. Ironic, considering how skilled he was when it came to manipulating others. The frown he'd not realized he was wearing disappeared, however, as he used his own Force powers to reach into the minds of those near him.

Those he was closest too paid him no attention, too concerned with fearing for their lives to overcome his gentle nudges in other directions. But he had his objective, and he made for it carefully. Smiling, he paused at the entrance to the cockpit.

This time, he reached in with his mind to the crew and simply overpowered them. The crews were running on skeleton to make the most room for folk, so controlling seven people not expecting it wasn't too difficult. Still, the meditation resistance was annoying.

Distance had weakened it considerably, however, and he goaded the pilots to take them off course, even as he began walking away from the cockpit. The freighter drifted from it's flight course, making a B-line for the nearest Protectorate frigate.

At the same time, the self destruct sequence was activated. The pilot would broadcast a simple message towards the Protectorate fleet, Disciple knowing that it would likely reach whoever was in charge.

"Make your choice."

Twelve hours?

Childish.

This is war.

 

[Oddball]

Location: Drunkenwell southern hanger
Allies: Galaar and the CIS
Enemies: OP
Objective: set up shop and survive.

Standing in the hanger Oddball had to set up defensive fortifications in the hanger near the first hallway checkpoint his suit was prepped and filled with a full supply of oxygen just in case he found himself in the black of space. He was ready to fight and keep those who entered at bay, whether they be protectorate marines or his own brothers he was ready to fight and die for these people. Because it wasn't about him, his life was nothing and it was about the man or woman next to him. It was about making sure they got home to see their family. Oddball had spent his whole life in the military born and bred to be a killer. He was a commando and while he wasn't the most sharp he was loyal to the people who cared for him. "Hex, Spidey, Ruth, on me and move to set up a machine gun nest on those rafters. If they breach I want that Z Six to mow those karkers down. I will get comms going and the XO will give us further instructions." Handing out orders Oddball cocked his blaster rifle back and loaded it.

Walking over to a few crates with two more dread guard members in his squad. Setting up a basic line of fire with overlapping machine gun fire from above he moved a few crates for cover and was ready to fight now. His basic formation would hold light infantry but they lacked the launchers to fend off and light armor vehicles the protectorate might launch into the hanger it was all just a matter of time now and setting up defenses to make sure they could fight back at the best of their ability
[member="Galaar Tal'Verda"]

 

[HK-36]

Location: Aboard the Siege Tower
Objective: Prepare Tactical Orbital Bombardment Craft, Load Dropships for Boarding Actions or Ground Deployment
Allies: OP, [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Ayden Cater"], Moross [member="Soliael Devin Talith"], and Strawberry Defense Forces [member="Jared Ovmar"]
Enemies: CIS and Their Mercs

HK was among the Protectorate Naval Forces as well, the Exarch in the North arrived with a small fleet led by his flagship the Nebulon B7 frigate the Siege Tower. The small fleet was made up of the mentioned frigate, its four escort corvettes, two Protectorate Blockade Runners and two Myriad-Class Corvettes, and the huge Supercarrier Star Destroyer the Dancing Queen, a trophy from Silken Asteroids which Soliael could recognize. In total he brought 2900 meters of capital ships with him.

Either way,
HK was kneeling in his chamber aboard the Siege Tower, his equipment, saber, Shattergun, bolt gun, Spear of Rae, and other tools of trade laid down in front of him, he was already clad in his battle-armor, his grey cloak was cascading off of his shoulders onto the ground as he waited in the meditative/praying pose.

Finally, the doors to his quarters opened as a crewman stepped inside,
"Sir."
He nodded with the click of his heels, HK glanced back,
"Yes, officer?"
"The Gunship squad is reporting success in installing and preparing the tactical orbital bombardment weaponry."
The crewman reported, referring to HK's efforts on mounting his HOKB-1 gunpods on a squadron of Protectorate Inimica Gunships, it was more or less a prototype method but just one makeshift bombardment like that by Sio on Dromund Kaas proved highly effective, so the droid was looking forward how weaponized version of it would work against Confederate emplacements and fortifications.
"Good. What of the Knight of Eclipse?"
The droid queried further, asking about his trophy stealth vessel
"It has worked as well, however it did compromise the ship's Missile Launchers."

HK stood up, turning to the officer,
"Tell the mechanics it was a job well done, have troops prepared in dropships, and security forces in stand-by on all vessels in case they try a counter-boarding initiative."
The officer nodded in a slight bow,
"Yessir."

The droid waved him off then,
"Dismissed."
Officer nodded once more before striding out.

HK turned to his equipment and leaned down to begin picking it up, placing each piece of weaponry in its respected holster.
"May Danger's bosom protect the civilians."
The droid muttered to himself