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

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Aboard the Ashira's Justice. Using dropship to head down.
Target: Obsidian Order base
Allies: Protectorate forces and friends.
Enemies: Confederate forces and friends

"You know, I always found it interesting that Fringe says it fights monsters...when it has more monsters than anyone else. Not that I'm a person who can claim righteousness," Siobhan said randomly more to herself than anyone else as before her eyes events unfolded with great drama, the battle beginning at last while she chewed on the apple she had stolen from Eyrecae. The massive invasion fleet now faced the other side of the planet, so many war ships assembled that one had the impression they would darken the sky of the planet, dropships were shooting out of the bellies of the battleships with reckless abandon, coming upon the planet much like a swarm of locusts, accompanied by hordes of fighter craft and bombers. All united by their desire to seize and take it, though the reasons might vary, but in the end that did not matter. Be it judgement, vengeance or just a desire for conquest, it had come to Druckenwell with fire and sword.

Her look was impassive as she saw this come to pass, feeling nothing at the sight and the devastation that she knew would be unleashed soon. Later when they had finally hit the planet and she was in the midst of battle, raining down destruction upon her enemies, she would feel so much. Exhilaration. Excitement. Power. The feeling would be overwhelmning and glorious, more energising than any drug rush. She had long acknowledged her own nature as a blood knight, but told herself it was used and channelled for productive ends.

Regardless, there was a battle to fight and she quickly barked out orders. "Right, let's go cause righteous carnage. It appears your prayers to the Goddess have been answered, [member="Eyrecae Alzari"]. We'll head to the Obsidian base. [member="Hecate"], you have the command. Cleanse the stars. Her Majesty the Star Queen and Lady Alcori expect everyone to their duty. Unleash Valora's blade," she said...very dramatically and probably exaggeratedly so, for sometimes she was in the mood to be like that.

These inspiring - or perhaps not so inspiring - words said she quickly headed out off the bridge and took the turbolift down, Eyrecae presumably in tow. On the way she quickly hailed [member="HK-36"], having been notified that the Exarch of the North had appeared. She was just a bit disappointed about the fact that he had apparently not arrived aboard the Dancing Queen. "Iron, it's Sio. I'm heading down to the Obsidian Knight base. I imagine they've been using the lull to fortify their defences. You in and what do you say to some special tactical bombardment?" she spoke into the comm as the lift opened with a snap and she was in the hangar. She had heard about the high orbital shattergun his scientists had constructed...and she was quite capable of unleashing orbital bombardment through telekinesis.

A dropship awaited them, which she quickly boarded and so it shot out into space, joined by a horde of gunships and dropships along with a fighter screen.

 

[Eyrecae Alzari]

Aboard the Ashira's Justice. Using dropship to head down.
Target: Obsidian Order base
Allies: Protectorate forces and friends.
Enemies: Confederate forces and friends
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Hecate"] | [member="HK-36"]

Eyrecae laughed and grabbed her apple back. "Righteousness is for naive fools like my siblings," she said. She consumed the rest of the apple, core and all, then fitted the helmet over her head. The inbuilt speakers gave her voice a deep, booming quality.
"Right, let's get to killing!"
Congratulations, galaxy, you've found someone who liked smashing things as much as Siobhan Kerrigan!

 

[Kyrana Gould]

SPACE: Forming position at centre of the Protectorate fleet
[member="Ayden Cater"] | [member="Knight"] | [member="Kal Strife"] | [member="Hecate"]

The Admiral had dispatched his ships as instructed by [member="Ayden Cater"]. A quarter of his fighters were escorting the troop transports to the ground, another quarter occupying space between the planet and the fleet to support whichever was needed. The rest, along with the bombers, were still in their hangers, ready to launch when needed.

Spoiler

1 x

Antilles Class Star Defender

1 x

Belsar Class Command Carrier

1 x

Indomitable Class Star Defender

1 x

Alcori Class Light Star Defender

1 x

Kerrigan Class Light Star Defender

5 x

Blockade Runner

2 x

Telum Class Frigate Mk ii

2 x

Excubitor Class Cruiser

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: The Void
Objective: Not crash this thing into the Garrison
Allies: a God
Enemies: Anyone else and their mothers
[member="Soliael Devin Talith"]

The Ovmar was about to giggle, it was going to be a manly giggle. A giggle of giggles, but the expression died choking in his throat as Sol karked it up once again. He knew it had been a bad idea to get into a Dark.. parrot? with the Living God, these omniscient beings.. don’t even know how to operate a damn ship. Ovmar was probably going to scream, or grumble, or voice his wise crack about Gods and their ability to fly ships.

But.. the ice cream dispenser decided it was just the right time to finish making the tasty freshness. Problem was that the autopilot had just engaged and gravity was all over the damn place, so said horn flew right in the Lord’s face. For a moment nothing happened, the moment dragged on and on and on, an eternal silence as the world held its breath to see how Jared Ovmar would react to this turn in events.

It didn’t come as big surprise when Ovmar just laughed out loud, and started eating the remnants of his ice scream right from his face. Damn bugger, how did he ever become the Lord of the Fringe, only the gods would know. While he was busy dealing with his ice cream, the shuttle decided to launch itself into orbit and a few seconds after they were flying in the air.

THUNK

That.. was the sound Ovmar made after landing on his ass, maybe not the most imaginative description. But you will have to manage with it, I am afraid. At any rate, for a while he just sat there wondering how he got into these kinds of situations. When Sol started screaming in glee, Jared sighed and fell back on his back. Giggling fit ensued as he realized he was still alive.

“You. Are crazy. Love you long time, bro.”

The man known as Jared Ovmar, stared into the distance of the skies. For no apparent reason but filler and exposition. They would have to get moving, but there was one thing which he had to say and ask. It had been a promise to a female friend, she had ravaged him good for that promise and I keep my promises. The Narrator provides, my dear. The Narrator provides.

“About your question, I ain’t in the business of letting girls go. But this one.. feisty woman.. keeps standing out in my mind. She teases and teases, she plays the game and I love it. Once won a motorboat run with her, never did cash that check though.. Anyway, maybe some day. What about you, Sun God? Got any regrets? Girls you didn’t manage to sneak up to?”

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Location: 1 Mile From the Garrison
Objective: Take the Obsidian Knight Garrison
Allies: Protectorate Forces/Jared Ovmar
Enemies: People at the Garrison [member="Salem Norongachi"], [member="Marek Starchaser"]? Other People.

Soliael took a few deep breaths, it wasn't every day that you survived a star fighter crash from orbit onto the ground almost entirely unscathed. Smiling, he placed his mask on his face, the thing having been clutched in his lap the entire time. Seconds after he unbuckled himself from the ejector seat, clipping thick belts away from himself and letting out a deep breath.

“One.” Soliael said as he pushed himself to his feet. Almost a mile away he could see the Garrison, dark and foreboding, they would have to fight there way to it. “She was a Jedi. Cute little thing managed to kick me in the face. There's something very appealing about a woman who can do that.”

That had been an interesting encounter, Metalorn, his first and only fight for the now deceased Sith Empire. She had fought him there with a sort of silly fervor that he still remembered quite fondly. Though he had never actually learned her name on that day, Soliael had come to know it months after, when he saw her on a Galactic News Announcement. “A Master now, or so I hear.”

It was rather difficult to chase down a Jedi when you exuded the Darkside like a Star exuded heat. Traveling through the Republic had proven dangerous for him on more than one occasion, and he wasn't about to go walk up the temple steps of Tython just so he could have a little fun...well not that sort of fun anyway.

Walking over to Jared, Soliael offered him a hand.

“Come on, we have Obsidrian Knights to kill.” Mispronouncing the name, Soliael looked over towards the garrison.

 

[HK-36]

LOCATION: Aboard the Siege Tower
OBJECTIVE: Provide Ground Forces Support for Siobhan, and Tactical Orbital Bombardment Support
ALLIES: Brawlers [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Eyrecae Alzari"] and Naval Forces [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"], [member="Hecate"]
ENEMIES: Confederacy

"And so it has begun."
The droid mattered, standing on Siege Tower's bridge as the Protectorate forces begun moving into action,
"Message the Knight of Eclipse to launch. Scramble our fighters and interceptors for escort purposes, dropships are to go next, then launch our gunships and bombers and have them stand-by for further instructions."
HK slightly turned to his Yeoman as he gave her orders, the Second-In-Command relaying his commands to the rest of the smaller Abregado fleet.
"Set our guns into overwatch mode, any Enemy ships come near us I want them gone before they can fire at our transports."
Machine added to Yeoman's list of to-do things, they couldn't allow Confederate interceptors to cut into their smaller vessels after all.

Outside, the Knight of Eclipse was first to launch, the black ship going into stealth mode and disappearing in the void of space that surrounded the planet and the Protectorate fleet. Soon after other smaller vessels would enter the theater, convoys of fighters and dropships flying out of the Siege Tower's hangar as the Dancing Queen spewed forth the hordes of vessels it has carried aboard, even the corvettes did their thing, launching what little loads of dropships or fighters they could manage to squeeze aboard.

It was then HK received a transmission from Siobhan,
"Iron, it's Sio. I'm heading down to the Obsidian Knight base. I imagine they've been using the lull to fortify their defences. You in and what do you say to some special tactical bombardment?"
The droid nodded slightly, looking over the holo-projection of the three dimensional map, with a gesture he signaled the Communications officer to connect him for a response to Sio,
"I can grant aid, sure, but there is something that I would need your help with sure. There is a Lucrehulk on the battlefield, ancient ship but it seems operational."
HK referred to the flagship of [member="Count Morcus"]
"How about I conduct a quick precision strike with a convoy of gunships or the Knight of Eclipse, targeting the connection bridge between the Command Orb and the Outer Ring, then you break off the Orb, and we take them prisoner while the rest of our fleet sinks the Outer Ring?"
The droid remembered the emblem on the ship from when he met Morcus on that one ball on the surface of Iferetes, the droid told the Count to upgrade from the ancient Clone Wars technology, ships and droids that old are really ineffective against modern weaponry, it seems that the Count did not listen to the droid.

"After that, just tell me where you want an tactical strike, by sending me the coordinates, and I can make it so."

And with that sent, HK contacted Jorus, Friedrich, Hecate, and other fleeters,
"This is Iron Exarch aboard the Siege Tower, my fighters and dropships are entering combat, let me know how I can provide support. We also have High-Orbit Tactical Bombardment weaponry, I believe I can disable with it the Confederacy's fortified positions and their anti-aircraft arrays to ease the landing of our troops. However, I need fleet support to distract them for my gunships to get close enough and do so, spotting would also help in targeting the proper location sooner."
HK paused slightly as he continued calculating, watching the holo-map,
"I do not think we should worry about collateral damage to the structures from these strikes, their blast radius goes deep but not wide, and our scans show that the Confederacy was able to erect mountain-like fortifications out of rock by some unknown means, such sudden shifts in tectonic placement must have caused devastating earthquakes to the city, civilian buildings are probably more or less rubble in the proximity of these fortifications anyway."

Either way, the Knight of Eclipse, a stealth ship piloted by a team of droids, have begun to slowly circle and close in on Morcus' Lucrehulk, avoiding detection, eyeing its potential target and checking his defenses.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

LOCATION: Tatooine in ATC / SSBB Headquarters --- Fleet is in Drunkenwell space evacuating
Objective: Yell at @Marek Starchaster and evacuate civilians.
Allies: CIS
Enemies: Times, collateral damage, Disciple blowing up my ships *Glares*


The incoming comm message would be impatient. At least in the thick of the tension, would seem extraordinarily impatient. By now the last wave of civilian ships were on their way out of Drunkenwell space, with a few stragglers departing from the planet.

But word had come in to Danger about one particular frigate.

[ What in tarnation is going on there Starchaser!? ] would come Danger's rather feisty voice, her image providing further proof at her growing vexation.

[ I've got reports of one of my ships ---] the sound of klaxons would fill the air surrounding the area. Danger's expression would shift to that of a deadpan.

[Your clock struck twelve. Get the rest of mine out of there.]

 

[Corey's OOC]

Location: Around Druckenwell, aboard a Lucrehulk for inspections
Objective: Get yelled at by [member="Danger Arceneau"] and become her little slave boy for freighters, Get the Spice Flowing, and maybe evacuate the fry cooks.
Allies: Cargo, trade, technology, that Confederacy
Enemies: Frycooks making me dump tanks into space, things that make the spice not flow, sand worms, and the OP if they shoot at freighters, [member="Disciple"] for kidnaping a ship.

His com link was really going off today. Probably because of the looming war, probably. Most of the ships were getting out, and he had been sending scrambled burst messages to everyone with the order 'Get the civilians out. Freighters are priority. We have a countdown.' Short, simple, to the point.

Seeing Danger's image, Marek couldn't help but smile. She knew she did that to him, well, most beings, right? "Morning Danger. Yeah... We're dealing with a situation. One of the freighters is... she's not responding to hails. I can't get a lock on her and I'm not going to shoot on one of your cargo freighters." Right, there were civilians on board, but that was besides the point, after all. "The rest of the evacuation seems to be going well."

Looking at the clock, he nodded. Turning to one of the sentients aboard, he ordered the droid fighter screen and any ships that were responding to the Lucrehulk he was on, he wasn't a navy person, he had no idea if there were any, to keep shielding the remaining freighters.

"Yeah, I see that clock. Your fleet should be out and able to grab our cargo shortly. Once they drop off, I'd love it if you could resume transit of our cargo. I'll have an updated contract for any ships going near any border skirmishes for you. Whats the going rate there?" Maybe he could calm her down with money talk.

Right. War. Civilians.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Tatooine
Occupation: Drinking my ass off
Time: Invasion-time

Once in a while a man gets himself into a situation which he cannot get himself out of, without breaking his own code of honor at least. Women don’t understand that, they think men are just stupid when they get all riled up over such things, but there is only one thing a man possesses while coming into this world. Well.. strictly speaking there are a multitude of things a man brings along for the ride.

But the thing which is most important to a man, besides Hope, is Honor. A man with no honor is like.. a fish with no water. A bad analogy perhaps, because let’s be real here. A man can live without water, a fish ain’t living with no water. But I digress, Honor is important to a man. Men tread strange places and reaches just to preserve their sense of Honor. This is something a woman would have a hard time understanding.

So it was that the Grand Marshal of the Confederation Armies found himself in a cantina on Tatooine right around the time that the Omega Proletariat decided to attack the Orbital Shipyards and Planet of Drunkenwall. Now you might ask yourself, what is the Grand Marshal of the Confederation Armies doing on Tatooine? Why isn’t he on his post at Drunkenwall? How does he keep his hair groomed in such a.. pittoresqueish way.

All those questions are excellent.

But they are not relevant for now, instead let me describe you the scene in which our drunken Caveman found himself in. Imagine a rowdy bar, floor decorated with the spit of a thousand spitting mouths and the not-so-bright shine of a reddish hue, which suggests that blood had been spilled again and again in this bar.

Then imagine a round table in the middle of said bar, surrounded by a crowd of onlookers. Because I don’t have the capacity of finding another word, I am going to recycle the word I have used before, a rowdy band of misfits those onlookers were. Some of them sported guns, other knives, but all of them sported a nasty scowl on their faces.

This only underlined the seriousness of the situation our anti-hero found himself in, which is really the only reason that I bothered to describe their scowls. I have been told it’s better to show a situation, instead of telling about it. So there you go.

At any rate, the Caveman in question found himself in a strange.. almost awkward situation. Because there was a .44 magnum revolver aimed at his temple, there was only one bullet though. So there was a 1/6th chance that the Marshal would be alright, which is more than most people could say who were currently dodging laserbeams on Drunkenwall.

You might ask yourself now.. who would do such a thing? Aiming a gun at our splendid friend, again a very excellent question. I shall not keep you in climax then, and instead will answer you forthwith. The hand holding the gun was none other than our Serock Hoath, the Grand Marshal of the Armies!

Now you might understand why I was talking about Honor a few long minutes ago, though our Serock had no inclination of dying, he knew that if he bugged out now. He would never hear the end of it, so he slammed down another wodka while holding the cruel instrument of his possible death against his temple and waited for the rowdy crowd to quiet down a little.

Which.. took some time, but eventually they realized their source of entertainment wished to share some words of wisdom with them. It did not come as a surprise when Hoath decided to curse once or twice, before finally speaking to his benefactors and wardens. Finally he spoke then, his raspy heavy voice grinding the air with his sound waves.

“Gonna shove this bullet right up your arsehole, Rye. Hoath has spoken.”

Such was the wisdom the Caveman imparted upon his fellow drinksters and merrymakers, they in turn descended into the giggling fit of ages before finally calming down again.

Hoath took hold of the bottle then, and took a mighty swig of swigs. This might very well be the last time he would feel the holy taste of the wodka gracing his taste buds, the last time he would experience the divine power of the drink coursing through his veins and reinvigorating his stamina and judgement.

Then.. the Marshal put down the drink, took a long look at Rye. (The man sitting opposite from him, otherwise known as the Opponent) Rye in turn did not have the equipment to look back at our hero, instead he just muttered something. It might have been a curse or two, and kept staring into his own drink.

The Revolver grew heavier by the second, but he knew he had to continue on. Honor was at risk, and every men knew instinctively that Honor was one of the few things a man had. Such a thing could not be lost, if you still wished to live with dignity.

So he manned up… and pulled the trigger.

Stay tuned for the next episode of Hoath’s Wild Adventures (while the Homeland is being invaded)

 

[Keziah Denko]

Location: Entering Drunkenwell's atmosphere
Objective: Burn Capital To Ground
Allies: [member="Ori'Alor Tal'Verda"] [member="Canal Tal'Verda"]
Enemies: CIS

She could only nod as Calico stood up to give new orders. Keziah couldn't help but wonder if he would be upset when she told him and not happy. Keziah had absolutely agreed with him on waiting till they were more settled but life had other ideas for them. She saw this unplanned pregnancy as a blessing in disguise. What if he didn't? Tears began to well up in her eyes which she quickly brushed away before anyone could see. Now was not the time to get over emotional and jump to conclusions. She couldn't help it though, it wasn't as if she had purposely gotten herself knocked up. She would tell him in due time preferably before she got as big as a house but she didn't know. She was as of right now able to hide it under her clothes.

Shaking off the negative feelings inside she listened as Calico gave another speak. The idea of burning things to the ground made her feel better in a way. It would give her a chance to play with fire herself and get some well needed practice with her new ability. Before she burned everything down she did want to take a look at the Sith tech. The young woman in no way a Sith, she used her gifts to help her garden grow not against anyone. She was interested as a Force User she was interested in learning as much as she could about the Force. She saw the use of taking their knowledge before burning the buildings to the ground. Make no mistake about it she wanted to see the city burn.

Without a word she watched as [member="Calico Tal'Verda"] left the ship and went off on his own. She couldn't help but be hurt by his actions. He hadn't cared enough to tell her where he was going though had he she would have insisted on coming along. Still she wished that he would have said something to her at the very least.

Running a hand through her auburn hair she sighed as she stood up and began to pace. She seriously couldn't wait until they landed she needed something to blow up or set fire to. She needed something to keep her mind off of all this uncertainty in her own life.

 

[Sophia Walsh]

Capital Evacuating People
Allies: CIS
Enemies: OP

"No tricks, I just want to see my father. I want my family to be safe too. This whole thing is killing me because this place has been my home such a long time now. How do I chose between country and family?" She looked to her brother before she to continued walking along with the civilians. She knew that her help was needed elsewhere probably but for right now she was going to focus on taking care of the civilians. They shouldn't have to suffer or be apart of a war that had nothing to do with them. This war was about one thing and one thing only the misgivings of one man. One man screwed everything up for the confederacy and now they were paying for it. She herself ought to have know about a Sith in their mists however she had been focused on Chroma Zed instead. She cared deeply for her planet and it's citizens.

"I have to get these people on a shuttle. I have created a safe haven, a place for them to stay on Chroma Zed. It's not much but it will have to do. I had literally no time to prepare for this. As long as they are safe. Help me?"

She hated having to plead for help but in this case she needed it. Sophia knew she couldn't do this, any of it on her own.

[member="Oliver Walsh"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Aboard a dropship, moving from the Ashira's Justice
Present Objective: Help HK neutralise a Lucrehulk
Allies: Protectorate forces, [member="HK-36"], [member="Eyrecae Alzari"], [member="Hecate"]
Enemies: Confederate forces and friends

I wanted that apple, Siobhan thought to herself rather sulkily as Eyrecae's took it back. Eyes fell upon the holomap as she stood there clad in her beskar'gam, though for now she was carrying the helmet under her shoulder, noting the latest information that had been relayed to them as the Protectorate forces moved into action and began their assault upon Druckenwell. Presently they had the tactical initiative given their present position beyond the Confederate fleet. The Firemane-commanded fleet spewed forth the hordes of troop transports that would make way to the surface, accompanied by an impressive screen of fighters and gunships to shield them.

Their scanners had taken note of the mountain-like fortifications the Confederates had erected upon the planet, doubtless to impede the progress of the Protectorate and probably drive them into well-placed killzones, bottling them up so that they might be thrown as meat into the meat grinder. How they could be erected so rapidly was not within her ability to assess, but such tectonic shifts had to cause a great deal of damage. In any case they could be bombed from orbit and with her telekinetic prowess she could tear down walls and, with enough concentration and energy, mountains as she had on Gehenna. As for collateral damage...war was not nice.

She heard HK's proposal as her comms officer relayed the message that had been sent from the Siege Tower and pondered. For a moment her glance once again fell on the holo-projection of the three-dimensional map that gave her a reasonably good view of things, her gaze falling upon the display of the enormous Lucrehulk of [member="Count Morcus"], which was based on their intel hovering above the capital. She remembered chucking these gigantic capital ships on Atrisia very well. Of course, back then she had been super charged through a force meld and in any case it had taken several force masters to get the job done, but with all she had accomplished she could tear off the command orb on her own. The Force a powerful ally - and could become a devastating tool. Especially if it was not employed simply in random duels but tactically employed in conjunction with a well-oiled military machine to be utilised at the right moment for maximum effect.

She made a gesture towards Eyrecae and the pilot of the Silaqui-class dropship. "Slight change of plans. We'll help them take out the Lucrehulk first, then head to the planet. Make sure we stay out of range. Hail the Firemane fleet. I'd like scans of the situation on the ground in preparation for tactical orbital bombardment. Our ground transports are to act in concert with HK's" she gave Eyrecae a slightly apologetic look. "Sorry, but I'm afraid you have to wait a bit longer. No worries, you get to call dibs on the first Confederate ground forces we encounter once we've landed." Now that was most generous of her! No doubt the Eldorai supersoldier would insist that breaking off the command orb would still only count as one kill.

That said she began preparing herself as she focused and gave herself to the Force. The command orb of a Lucrehulk was pretty big, they were those big spheres Anakin had ordered the Republic Grand Army's gunships to fire upon during the battle of Geonosis. However, ironically that would actually make them easier to break off when compared to the thinner connection bridge. Siobhan's skillset revolved around being Mind Over Matter, though this also meant that she suffered from Crippling Overspecialisation. More than a decade of training had gone into holing an ridiculously destructive and extremely brutal mastery of telekinesis. So she took a breath and stretched out as she absorbed a ridiculous amount of force energy, basking in the tremendous power of the Force. Enough that it seemed she might lose herself, even felt for a moment that she might explode but she held the desire to lash out without control at bay. She called out to the Force and it answered her call, energies being harnessed into a tool of destruction.

"Sounds good to me. I'm ready when for when the strike begins. Might provide me with some arrows to drop down from orbit when you initiate bombardment." As Tempest had said, she was the eye in the hurricane. Destruction came natural to her...but it was controlled. Harnessed for a purpose. As she filled herself with energy she felt power rippling through her, experiencing something that came close to a rush, probably surpassed any that actual drugs could give her. The Sigil of Hope that she wore around her neck pulsed. It would be the force battery to give her the boost she needed once this task was complete, making her once again grateful for possessing it. Perhaps she could employ floating pieces of debris as improvised projectiles to be dropped down from orbit at tremendous velocity once the orb was toast.

 

[Disciple]

Evac Freighter of Many Tractors
Meanwhile, IRL, Disciple had been asleep
Allies: CIS
Enemies: OP

Apparently Disciple's timing was hilariously amazing, as no sooner had his message gone out than the Protectorate fleet had... disappeared. At least he was assuming that as momentum shifted and the freighter began returning to the convoy.

Tilting his head a little, he looked down the girl and shrugged. "Who knows, little one. We can't see anything from here. I know where we can see from, though." Smiling, he stood and made his way to the escape pod - since the ship wasn't designed for passengers, the lone escape pod was large enough for the crew.

[member="Marek Starchaser"] would get his report he was so impatient about and it would likely be along the lines of 'we have no idea what happened, but we're getting back in formation.'

And about the same time that the escape pod launched, the freighter exploded. Disciple was the only one who would care, but that was war, wasn't it.

Meaningless deaths lost in the grand scheme. He'd be lying if he didn't admit he liked the attention, but ah well. Not every plan was good, and not every one worked out. At least he'd likely befuddled some people.

He giggled.

Befuddled.

As the pod streaked towards the shipyards... the girl have him a weird look.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Entrance to the Obsidian Order Garrison
Objective: Defend the Garrison
Allies: French Nobility CIS, [member="Salem Norongachi"]
Enemies: [member="Soliael Devin Talith"], [member="Jared Ovmar"]

Tobias stood at the entrance to the Garrison, staring off into the distance. He felt something coming. Something dark. Electric blue eyes scanned the surrounding area, sweeping back and forth for a glimpse of the darkness. Oft times such devilishness could represent itself in a seemingly innocuous way. Even supposed lightsiders could actually be darkfriends in disguise.

Suddenly, a black speck appeared, growing larger and larger until it resolved into a ship that hurtled into the nearby buildings with a thunderous explosion. Cross whirled toward the sound of the sirens, then glanced over his shoulder. The Darkness... it had caused this. He contemplated running to help the wounded, but no... he must keep the watch.

The Knight, swathed in a white robe with electrum plated Templar armor, waited. When the Dark came, he would be here to meet it.

 

[Kal Strife]

Onboard the Xenophon
[member="Salem Norongachi"], [member="Ayden Cater"], @Allyouotherlovelyguysandgals

Darkness stirred inside Kal's heart.

He could feel it clawing at his soul, slipping insidiously through his body, poisoning his thoughts. Just as it had done before, at Korriban, at Nedjev. It thirsted for bloodshed, for the symphony of a million souls screaming out their own requiem. Yet for the moment it was denied, the Corellian forcing it back with no small effort.

"Give me a channel," he growled, his cool facade cracking as he stared out at the blatant antagonism of the Protectorate fleet.

"Who to, sir?" came the reply.

"Everyone," answered Kal, closing his eyes as he drew upon the Force, pushing down the darkness until it was needed, "Everyone here. Everyone on Confederate worlds. Every shadownet and holonet receiver you can locate." It was no simple request, yet he knew the man would manage it. His crew were the best he'd been able to find within the Confederate navy, and they weren't about to repay the faith he placed in them with failure.

"It's done, sir," called the man, but a few heartbeats later, "Ready for transmission."

A nod was as good as a command to broadcast, and the Corellian rose from his chair, staring out toward the depths of space. "People of the galaxy, I speak to you from Druckenwell. I speak to you from a peaceful world invaded on a flimsy pretext. We have attempted diplomacy. We have been ignored. We have attempted parley. We have been scorned. The man responsible for this is known to most as the Lord Protector. Today I offer him another title to go with his collection. I name him warmonger, for his lust for war has driven the galaxy into a fresh conflict. May the Force preserve us all." Words spoken, Kal signaled for the transmission to be terminated and closed his eyes.

A moment later, the Butcher of Nedjev opened his.

Orbs like stormclouds flicked down at the sensor display, then back up at the viewport. Protectorate vessels were everywhere, and they clearly thought their little gambit had ensured their forces a safe landing. Foolish. Reaching out through the Force, the Corellian sought out the mind of twelve specific men and women, Captains of twelve vessels that had remained apart from the fleet, concealed by the technology of their craft. Finding them, he delivered a command into the depths of their minds before, feeling their acknowledgement, he withdrew. Within seconds, the Butcher knew, the twelve stealthed Scions of the Confederacy would be streaking through the darkness to fall upon the Confederate landers.

And now it was time to ensure that they had an opportunity to do so. Expanding his consciousness once more, letting it slip further into the ancient technique of battle meditation, he laid a ghostly touch on every single vessel in his fleet and pushed a simple imperative into their hearts and minds.

Burn them all.

 

[Ak'lya]

LOCATION: Capitol City, AKA gigantic deathtrap
ALLIES: CIS, [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Raziel"]
ENEMIES: [member="Keziah Tal'Verda"]
OBJECTIVE: Make life for all Protectorate members in the capital a living hell.

"Right. Shuttles. Get on that, will you?" Strask said to the minister, who nodded and ran off to do so. "Ar'krai squadron. Get me a flight of X-57s here now." The response was almost instant as the pair blasted off from Bothuwai."All local agents, kill any Protectorate members you find." He clenched his fist. "They will pay for this."

A shuttle was approaching. So they were here. Good. He was about ready to kill the next person he saw. Anger poured from his being. His giant moved to reach the Protectorate landing sight. Those who had come to raze this world would die. Every last one. That was Strask's vow. Every Protectorate solider, every traitor from the CIS, and when all was said and done, the Lord Protector would die.
This shuttle would be the start.

 

[Oddball]

[member="Oryuken CC-128P"]

Location: Shipyards defense grid.
Allies: CIS
Enemies: OP
Objective: Provide flak and strike packages.


Running towards the defense turbo lasers Oddball and his squad had to move quickly if they wanted to shoot down as many of the incoming ships as they could. "MOVE MOVE MOVE!!" Running to the turbo lasers oddball quickly shoved people out of the way making his way closer and closer to the guns. "Hex! Get me a grid up now!" Finally arriving oddball mounted the gun while the display pulled up and the active grid in front of him came online to show a huge mass of red dots. They are everywhere. "Alright boys! I'm not gonna lie, we're boned." Loading the cannon with a huge energy cell oddball's crew were there for support and to help where they could. "GET SOME MOTHA FETHERS!!" Opening fire on the giant cannon the clone commando laughed as the gun went off hitting and destroying a protectorate drop ship in a large fire ball that was quickly extinguished in the vacume of space. Firing multie times oddball shook as the cannon destroyed ship after ship. It wasn't even a drop in the bucket for what the protectorate had brought to the party but for everyone of them that oddball killed it meant there was one less of them to kill his family.

Turning on his short wave radio oddball spoke into it quickly and had heard his brother come onto the radio. "ORY! We have to go man! OH YOU WANT SOME TOO!! GET IT YA BASTARD!!" With an explosion coming over the comm followed by some more laughing it was clear oddball was doing his job when it came to firing on the enemy. "ORY! We need to move back down to the planet! These guys have passed the shipyards and we need to hit the ground! There are drop pots in the hanger! We hit load up and BRING IT I'LL KILL THE LOT OF YOU!" With another blast oddball shifted and quickly got off the cannon "Be there in five mikes!" Rounding up his squad oddball had to go and soon if they were to do anything down bellow and save the planet

 

[Seanna Vel]

Location: 3/4 Mile From the Garrison
Objective: Put a few pretty shinny things in the sweet peas coming for the garrison.
Allies: CIS @Eldoc Quasat Salem Norongachi, Marek Starchaser [member="Strask Ak'lya"]
Enemie Protectorate Forcess/ [member="Soliael Devin Talith"][member="Jared Ovmar"]

Spoiler

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/14808-556mm-venom-slug/

Spoiler

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21717-cz-838-sniper-rifle/

After the walk around with Master [member="Eldoc Quasat"] she made it into the forest keeping close to the road to set up more of her little gold chicken eggs surprises. Finding herself a quarter a mile out. Looking over head as a starship that seem to be out of control just past the tree tops where she was now taking up sitting at. Thinking of a old song she used to sing. Monkey bounce on the bed, only hoping that there was more then one monkey getting bounce off this rock today. Looking throw her site now. After all her Master did tell her to not engage the emery directly didn't he. Yippers that what she was doing a good at less 3/4 of a mile way. Only what she looked at was some really ugly looking fellows.

Wetting her lips by lick all around. Thinking to herself how luck could get. That's it sweet peas come to mama. Little to the lift that is it, then waiting to hear the wind speed from her spotter. All she had to do was gentle squeeze the trigger. One after the other one until all eight was shot, using the force on each one to make sure they got to their targets. Three when into the direction of [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] and [member="Jared Ovmar"] next four in a pattern that jumping either way as the two shook their hands together. Last four as if to feel in the force which way they would both move. Reloading the next magizen of Venom slugs. Only finding herself moving once again closer to the garrisons. If anything she wouldn't make it easy for them to get any where closer to the garrisons. As she ready herself once again for them to come into range either they would get hit or those around. All she cared at this moment was to slow the enemy down. Until they got to her chicken eggs she had buried that was ready to hitched. One they try making their way up the road the mines would start to go off. At less that was the plan.

 

[Taa Nul]

Location: The Capital
Mission: Shielding the city below from orbital fire.
Allies: The CIS
Enemies: The Protectorate

Morcus's Lucrehulk cast a massive shadow on the city below, as swarms of Vulture-class Droid Starfighters flew around the ship, keeping an eye out for any hostiles, though they hadn't detected the stealth ship as of yet. Raiding the vessel with an infiltration team would prove problematic, as a few thousand battle droids likely patrolled the corridors within, not to mention the layers of security, shielding and ray shield traps.

Judging by the massive scale of such a ship, it's destruction would likely kill everyone beneath it, CIS, Protectorate or left over Civillian alike. The Count wasn't an idiot, he knew the Protectorate would have to stay away from the ship while it was above the capital or face the deaths of countless thousands.

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

 

[Laith Varad*]

Location: Druckenwell, Capital City, Street Level
Objective: Defend the Capital City
Allies: CIS
Enemies: OP and Allies

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...sandbags had been piled in the streets, Confederacy Infantry was entrenched, and Laith crouched down behind cover while waiting for the capital. After his arrival to the defensive position reports had come in that capital ships aligned with the Protectorate were massing while Confederacy forces did likewise but he had no way of knowing which details of the reports he was privy to were correct. No matter. There was a point, while waiting for the attack to begin, that Laith felt as though he may have been on the wrong side considering he had worked with the Protectorate in the past and maintained a few small ties amongst them but business was business. Hopefully he wouldn't be put in an awkward position by having to face someone known to him down on the streets of the capital city today...

...there wasn't much time to dwell on what could happen though. In what seemed like a split second reports started screaming over the Confederacy comms that a large Protectorate Fleet had arrived and that Dropships were descending through the atmosphere with escorts en route to the capital city and other strategic locations where the battle would take place. Looking to the side while he remained crouched down Laith would have seen a number of trained Confederacy troops, more than a few of them appeared fairly fresh but their were veterans as well, and regaining his footing from behind the sandbags he'd have joined them before tilting his head back to look upwards...

...staring up at the sky from behind the visor of his helmet Laith would have eventually made out a large number of Dropships flanked by fighter escort which caused him to grunt out a..."That's a lot of ships."...before he let his attention shift to the Confederacy troopers and he called out..."Lets bring some fire! Rockets!"...causing a stir amongst the men with him before he began to circle around and move into another position inside the defensive perimeter. Laith walked away from the sandbags that had been piled up and mingled amongst the troops as they prepared themselves for the attack...

...the Mercenary found what he was looking for too, a personal Rocket Launcher reminiscent of a slightly more sophisticated RPG style, and placing the Sonic Carbine down he'd retrieve the launcher before lifting it up onto his shoulder. Advanced Optics would help him train his shot on one of the dropships as it descended altitude, marking it with computer imagery, allowing Laith to wait for the optimal shot that he could make. The Dropship came in, Laith squeezed the trigger on his launcher, and a rocket burst out towards it, a small trail of smoke following behind it, before the Mercenary lowered the launcher itself and tossed it aside while watching the progress of the rocket...

...touchdown. There was a small explosion on the underside of the dropship that Laith had been targeting, The Dropship hadn't exploded or anything grandiose like that but it was smoking from its underbelly meaning that it had received some damage and that its landing likely wouldn't have been smooth. Laith retrieved the Sonic Carbine once he'd seen the dropship start to smoke and he'd call out..."Pick your shots boys! There's enough of them to go around. Lets try to kill as many of them as we can before they reach ground level!"...then a call came out across the line to take cover as fire from the fighters escorting the dropships started to rain down and Laith would suck back behind the sandbags again...

...when the laser fire from the fighter escort ceased the Protectorate would have feet on the ground and the real fighting would begin. Until then it he and the troops he was with could hope to down a few of the fighters and dropships to soften the Protectorate forces bit by bit...​