Never Tell Me The Odds [Protectorate Invasion of Vergesso]

[Dicer]

Location: four clicks West of garrison

Dicer felt the dropship shudder as it breached atmo. His HUD and battlecomm system suddenly came to life. In the corner of his display was the tactical read-out. It showed the position of his squad mates, coloured by fire team. He knew those higher up had much more detailed screens, he just had to worry about where his squad was and point his rifle in the right direction.

Suddenly his Platoon Commander appeared in the bottom left corner. "Right men, we've already started to engage the garrison. It's well defended, repeater nests and the usual. We need to get some gunships in the air to give us enough covering fire to advance, but they have an anti air emplacement we didn't know about. Our first job is to support some mortar teams into position so we can hit the walls from outside LoS. Then the armor and mech platoons are moving up and we follow. That AA gun is priority, without air assault support we'll be toast! Pyre have some good men trying to infiltrate from the east, but we are not resting on our laurels and assuming they'll succeed. This base is going to be a tough nut. Let's crack it."

Only a minute passed before a shock overcame the inertial dampeners. They were on the ground. The doors slid open and he followed out in turn. For a fraction of a second he paused, seeing the aftermath of druckenwell once again. Then training and muscle memory kicked in. His boots started to move on their own, his eyes scanned the horizon for threats.

"Curtis, follow my lead!" Corporal Haden, his squad 2IC and fire team leader ordered.

Time to fight.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: East side of Garrison; outskirts
Objective: Win; take over Garrison
Allies: Protectorate
Enemies: Confederates

Well, the ODF was sure getting the Feds attention. But that didn't mean that Canal and his twenty commandos can just run towards the wall, blow up a section of it, and start shooting everywhere. No, they had to be stealthy and sneaky without getting spotted. And there were guard towers on the Garrison which had a sniper or two and would contact command and finally shoot at them. Which is why the squadron were on a different asteroid that wasn't where the Garrison is. The Captain planned to use the asteroid as a sniping position for five of his snipers and cover for them so they wouldn't be exposed and likely get shot.

"Put your silencers on your sniper rifles," he commanded to his five sniper, Jak, Nuke, Bryker, Wrecker, and Ryler. One of the best attachment to the OPSR-1 was that you can put a silencer on it and fire without worrying of blowing your position. "Take out those snipers on those guard towers. And make sure its a one shot one kill. I don't want them to know we're here, yet." And the five snipers walked towards the edge of the asteroid where they could have a look of the Garrison, they carefully aimed with their rifles, and without a hint of noise, they fired. The slugs of the rifles went fast and were more accurate because of gravity that they were in.

"Confirmed hit," the five clone said to their Captain. "Let's just hope they're dead. Alright, now we need our heavy hitter." He said and pointed at one clone with a rocket launcher. The snipers came back to the group and the commando with the rocket launcher went where the snipers were. After he settled himself the clone commando yelled out, "Fire," and the rocket shot forward to the wall, going fast and accurate, and finally finding impact on the wall and let out an explosive sound which would alert the Feds who were guarding the Garrison.

"Well they know we're here. Contact command and tell them we made an opening for them," he ordered his troops as they began contacting command via comm link.

 

[Katagiri Ike]

OBJECTIVE: Claim the Garrison
ALLIES: Omega Protectorate [member="Dicer"] [member="Nyos Val"] [member="Ilsa Voll"] [member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Canal Tal'Verda"]
ENEMIES: CIS [member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="General Mayhem"]

Katagiri moved in the eheavy walker as the sounds of battle came. The doors opening and her hands touching the controls. As she exited the ship the wannabe minister rose up and saw the battlefield. Explosions and in the distance there was the dread guard coming, a hole in the wall of the garrison from an attack and she was moving forward. "Stand ready to fire." Looking at what was there and coming she fired a shell into the infantry watching the slightly lower gravity making them go off into the air. "Keep pushing." The soldiers moved forward with the droids as cover and Katagiri had a grin as another shot was loaded up and fired off into the wall of the garrison. There was going to be a hole, something she could use to get in and handle business while the rest of her team distracted and fought.

 

[Seanna Vel]

Location: East side of Garrison; outskirts
Objective: Feed the dogs some treats
Allies: [member="Neskar A'toll"]
Enemies: [member="Katagiri Ike"] (here kitty kitty) [member="Canal Tal'Verda"] (come and get me sweet cheeks) [member="Dicer"] (Lets dance sugar) [member="Nyos Val"] (turn back while you can) [member="Mao"] (lets tango)

On the ground getting others shit to where would be need only after a few minutes. Coming to relies where she need to be but before she did start to climb inside the tower. Making sure her personal cloaking shield was on. Moving like a cat that was about to catch her prey. To see to of her snipers on the floor taken out. This only cause her to have her eyes out be on the where could came from. Started to get reports of where all the others snipers had been at to cause herself to set herself up pulling the sniper rifle up and she put in the slugs in.

Coming to a resting point for her rifle then came something else. As more of instinct came into play as she let her eyes come into focus. Then came something else as she let herself relax in the force what she been train with by Marek pulling the trigger first after getting to the nesting place of where those snipers had been making sure her personal shield was up. "Sweet baby come to black beauty she wants your life today.", as she started to pick off her targets one by one. At the same time she make sure she had cover and that her force was open and ready for nay kind of trouble to find those that wanted to blow things in our walls.

 

[Nyos Val]

Objective: Take Garrison
Allies: [member="Mao"] [member="Katagiri Ike"] [member="Dicer"] [member="C.C"]. [member="Canal Tal'Verda"]
Enemies: CIS
Location: Assault Unit on Garrison

Nyos and the rest of the soldiers deployed in the assembly area for the assault on the Garrison. They moved forward to the walkers, some stayed to be deployed elsewhere, others stayed with Nyos as he moved with the mobile artillery. Aiming his bolter at the garrison, he began to fire on the defensive emplacements. The High-Ex rounds were punching holes in the wall, fist sized, debri flinging holes.

I want all rockets on the enemy guns, they set 'em up. We knock 'em down.

Running along the feet of the walkers, his men began their assault. His men were firing rockets, bolters, and repeaters to subdue the garrison armaments. A few of his soldiers and a couple walkers were taken down along the way, but where one fell, two more reinforced the main unit.

Give me an overhead, we will need air support. Set up a series of flybys. We will be marked by IFF tags. Suppress the perimeter.


Nyos fired his bolter again and again. Until he expelled his magazine. Popping in a new one, he stowed it again. He grabbed a grapple gun from a trooper and others began bring out theirs. The walkers would punch sizeable holes in the wall, sure, but Nyos wanted men on the walls to get the perimeter secured.

 

[Ilsa Voll]

Location: Approaching the Garrison
Objective: KRIEG KRIEG KRIEG KRIEG
Allies: [member="Nyos Val"] [member="Katagiri Ike"] [member="Canal Tal'Verda"] [member="Dicer"] [member="Peyton Steele"]
Enemies: [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="General Mayhem"]

"Feind Anlage ist in Sicht, Unteroffizier," came the call from Reuter as the Garrison rolled into sight. "Die Reichweite beträgt etwa zwei Kilometer."

"Verstanden, Feuer, wenn bereit," came Voll's reply. "Zielen Sie auf alle Bunker und Verteidigungsstellungen, die Sie sehen!"

"Jawohl!" Reuter lined up the Skocha's cannon on the first defensive installation she spotted. A reinforced guard post at the entrance to the garrison. "Feuern!"

The shock of the cannon and the roar of the projectile announced the Skocha's first salvo of the engagement. The proton shell arced straight and true along the two kilometers it had to cover. With a thunderclap of death and the shockwave of a giant's fist hammering the ground, the defended guard post disappeared in an inferno of raw power, sending those nearby to the ground and leaving most around the impact sight dead, wounded, or dazed. Those within the guard post were no more, their very bodies atomized by the Skocha's Proton Cannon.

"Ziel zerstört. Neue Ziel gesichtet."

Strobel loaded another shell into the cannon and sealed the breach.

"Schuss geladen! Bereit zu schießen."

The Skocha had entered the fray.

Spoiler

"Feind Anlage ist in Sicht, Unteroffizier," "Die Reichweite beträgt etwa zwei Kilometer."
"Enemy installation in sight, Sergeant," "The range is about two kilometers."

"Verstanden, Feuer, wenn bereit," "Zielen Sie auf alle Bunker und Verteidigungsstellungen, die Sie sehen!"
"Understood, fire when ready." "Aim for all bunkers and defensive positions you can spot."

"Jawohl!" "Feuern!" "Ziel zerstört. Neue Ziel gesichtet."
"Yes, sir!" "Firing!" "Target destroyed. New target spotted."

"Schuss geladen! Bereit zu schießen."
"Shot loaded! Ready to fire!"

Again, with the last post, if I screwed up the German in my post, lemme know and I'll edit

 

[Peyton Steele]

(Mobile post. Objective :garrison. Allies: OP, Enemies: Druckenwell Destroyers)

Battle. Right. Peyton was following the walker pilotted by [member="Katagiri Ike"] into battle. Sure, she was probably going to end up linking with another unit once the fight started in full bore and she started to lose herself. For now? She was in the middle of the group and had her repeater in hand. With the wall blown open the blonde smiled. Looking around, she was making shots at any incoming droids she could see, enough to cover the back of the soldiers entering the building.

Once the friendly droids were in position she made her way inside. Looking left then right she figured the best place was any form of communications office. Get there. Disable it. She was going to have to find it. And something to disable it with.

Reloading a power pack she followed a small group of soldiers. Hearing communications, she figured that was a group with a similar objective. Plus, property damage was more her style than actually killing people. She was really going to need an EM and stun rifle.

 

[Not Ordo]

Objective: Mining Facility and Bug faces
Enemies: That's you snowflakes. [member="C.C"] [member="Mao"] [member="Caden Cadell"]
Allies: [member="Atretes Rhoujen"] and My foot in your shebs.



Ruusan was moving with her squad as they moved in twos while the others covered those moving. He ground crunched under hard boots as they advanced on the facility. Her eyes scanned the sky as she took cover behind a perimeter wall.


"Kark me," She said on the comm as she looked up at the Protectorate dropship in bound, "We've got incoming drop ship a 3 o'clock. Haul Shebs, these mother karkers aren't playing."


She sighted in on a droppod and followed it to the ground waiting for someone to jump out. The earpiece in her ear buzzed with voices as people called out information through the throat mics and she adjusted her frequency as she looked down the barrel of the weapon and braced against the wall for stability. 500 meters was not a small shot but it wasn't a big one either.


The sealed air from the drop pod weeshed out as the door unsealed and a trooper jumped out.


Inhale...the trooper took a knee covering the other pods


Exhale....more seals opened and the canned troops began to move.


Squeeze....The shot was almost a surprise as it sounded off and made a break at the trooper.


A hollow point 7.76mm slug tore the air as it streaked at the trooper and made his melon spray pink mist.


"Contact 3 o'clock," Ruusan said, "engaging the sons of Schuttas, now."

 

[Neskar A'toll]

Location: Garrison
Objective: Remove OP from premises, give no mercy etc
Enemies: Plebs
Allies: CISBros

"Sir, the facility is breached!" Cacophonous explosions rocked the garrison, and Neskar kept the permanent scowl on his face as he glared at the subordinate. He was going to have to deal with this himself. Standing several feet above the rest of the troopers, he replied with a snarl.

"Secure the breach. Plant mines near the exposed area. Train heavy blasters on the breach at all times. Nothing gets through. Obliterate anything that tries. Go."

The sergeant fled, saluting and gathering a large company to deal with the incursion. Having a hundred rifles trained on anything that came close to the breach made him feel more confident, but he was still going to have to deal with this. Dealing death from above would be an acceptable strategy, and the CIS still ruled the sky with an iron fist and titanium tipped shells. Twenty supercommandos. Easy enough. They've been trained in the mando'ade ways. Decently enough. Sweep into the sky. He stormed off, fully clad and weaponised, and sped to the roof of the complex, where the guns were pounding the landing forces coming in.

<<This is A'toll. All forces on the outside, flank the plebs who try to get in via the breach they conveniently throttled themselves into. Remove anything you come across. Quality over quantity. Get those clankers up also. Oya. >>​

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The roof was crowded. Hordes of riflemen took cover behind the raised partitions, and fired upon the Protectorate troops coming in to attack the garrison proper. Neskar strode to the edge of the roof, flanked by a dozen commandos, equipped with jet-packs and top of the range slug rifles, and dealing death was their duty and their life. Troopers dodged bolts, and fired in return, getting decent hits whilst trying to stem the flood.

"Right. I'm sick and tired of these posers. Gimme that." Snatching a missile launcher from the trooper next to him, he slipped in another missile and pulled the HUD up to his visor. Glaring down it, he targeted a Protectorate dropship, ferrying in enemy troops to their location. Bingo, queen. Squeeze. Smoke. Fire. Phwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. The missile soared through the vacuum, spinning and weaving to the dropship. Trying to evade, alas, in vain, the dropship make contact with the heat-seaking missile. A thunderous explosion sounded, and the gutted, fired corpse of the ship fell from the sky, and smashed into the rocky surface of the asteroid.

"Let's soar. Get down to the wreck. Kill any who survives, and the cockroaches will circle around us. You might find this a suicide mission, but we're too good for suicide. Oya!"

"OYA!"

Neskar tapped a button on his gauntlet, and felt the flames licking at his feet, lifting him up and forwards, spiralling towards the wreckage. The dozen followed him, armour clad and armed with deadly slug rifles. Clutching his own, he raised it up whilst soaring, squeezing the trigger and dropping a salvo of slugs on the OP troopers below. The slugs tore into their chestplates, imploding inside of their body, splattering their remains on their comrades and breaking their morale. Boy, a triple kill. Who woulda thought it?

Dropping down next to the wreckage, Neskar rose the rifle up again and glared at a pair of Protectorate troops, who promptly raised their rifles, unabashed at their intending doom. Sure, they were probably trained to shoot quick, but Neskar shot first. Blam, blam. Two shots in quick succession, smashing into the visors of the pair, icing the fools as quickly as he had landed. "Too easy. Gimme a challenge! C'mon!"

A trio of hapless plebs came around the rocky crest, presumably to investigate the shots and the flaming wreckage. The only thing they investigated was how their brains looked on the outside when involving contact with a slug round. The dozen commandos dropped down next to him delicately, creating a foothold in the sea of Protectorate troops. Firing up at the crest of the crater created by the wreckage, even though the OP outnumbered them, the company slew at least ten times their number, diverting a decent amount of troops from assaulting the garrison proper. So this tactic works then, Neskar thought, as he gunned down another private, then knelt down, swiftly avoiding the butt of a rifle, whilst simultaneously ripping out his beskad from the sheath, and thrusting upwards into the enemies' chest. The blade tore through the chestplate, ripping into the flesh and sundering the armour of the trooper. He fell down, screaming. Ripping the machete from the chest of the now dead private, lathered in blood, the Mandalorian Merc looked up, to see if anyone decent would challenge him. Fighting these plebs wasn't much fun, even though they were dying by the dozen to his company.

This is easier than I thought it would be.

 

[Mao]

Objective: Mining Facility and Verpine Colony
Enemies: [member="Ruusan"] [member="Atretes Rhoujen"]
Allies: [member="C.C"] [member="Caden Cadell"]


Suddenly, shots were fired from the encampment, the red laser fire flashing in odd directions.

[ CONTACT NINE O’CLOCK ] came the cry of alarm as a Protectorate trooper fell to the deck, pink mist spraying across his fellow brethren as his dead body gave a low thud upon the floor.

[ CHIT! ] Mao would curse as she tilted her head sharply to the left, the side of her helmet clinking against her phrik armoured shoulder as a lance of red energy whizzed through the point where her head would have been. Training with Liberty squad would make her sensitive akin to those with the Force. Her uncanny senses had saved her life more than once during her military career, and this bore testament to that.

From under the black visor of Mao’s helmet, various dots of information of allies and approximation of foes came into view over her HUD. At her side, Zero-Four instinctively reacted, his muscles would tense like a Kathhound ready to attack.

[ Don’t engage your saber ] Hardock nodded in acceptance of her logic, so much like the youngest of them. It was only Mao that kept him reigned in. Ready. Waiting. The light from their blades would make those random shots specific and slightly more dangerous against the Confederacy.

[ Cadell…get me their leader. Neutralize them. ] she would give the order to the other Pyre member.

[ Hardock -- Let’s dance. ] A low throaty chuckle from Zero- Four would come echoing back into her head comm.

[ Ohh… yeaaaaah. ]

The rest of the squad of Pyre Orbital Drop Troopers would follow orders. They would have to clear the initial wave of Confederate Forces standing between them and the mining colony. Hardock shot forward like a black blur, maniacal gleam hidden behind his visor. This, in this he could let go. The rage. His fear. His confusion. The loss of his brothers at his departure.

He would let these Confederate bastards feel it all.

Mao would be on Hardock’s heels, itching for a fight. For Oblivion.

Then, with a cold but determined look in her eyes, the Firrerreo would rush forward, her dark armor a fleeting black image as she followed Hardock. As the Pyre Orbital Drop Troopers closed the distance, the first wave of Confederate soldiers would bloom in her line of sight. The glint of silver would shine upon her back where her cortosis swords lay, sheathed for now. Instead, her weapon of choice would be a MK 1 Omega Boltgun. It would be bulky and heavy, but the trade offs for superior penetration against personal armor and against shields made it all the better.

With a savage snarl, Mao lurched at the first Confederate soldier she saw, strafing to the right and then to the left as she dodged the frantic stream of crimson coming her way. With a grunt, she used the cover provided by Hardock to roll out of the way, locking legs to pull up her rifle and send a single bolt straight at the man’s chest.

A loud sickening popping sound would fall amidst the chaos and fog of battle as the body would drop. Nine shots left. Ammunition mags at her belt. Shivs in place.

One body was not enough, soon, her attention would draw upon on yonder at another individual [member="Ruusan"]. In that instant, she moved again, her body nothing but a fleeting shadow as she moved, weaving her way towards her goal.

Right hand braced her rifle, left hand went to her hip. Thermal rose, thumb hooking on the ring.

Slow seconds would pass as if time would stop, focusing upon the detonator’s ejected ring as it would go flying amidst the background of incoming fire.

Time would catch up just as Mao would close the distance, one powerful arm chucking the thermal detonator straight at Ruusan.

 

[Nyos Val]

Objective: Capture Garrison.
Allies: OP/ [member="Katagiri Ike"] @Petton Steele etc.
Enemies: [member="Neskar A'toll"] and so on
Location: Garrison Perimeter.


Nyos watched the shuttle go down and heard the cries of the men inside burning alive. Some CIS jet troopers landed next to the wreckage and began to use it as cover to attack the Omega assault force.

"Echo one this Red Leader, we are inbound on your position. Heads up."

A squadron of Omega OS-G1's came in and strafed the parapets of the Garrison, scores of CIS were obliterated by the heavy canons of the fighters.

"Echo one this is Green Leader, we see the opposition coming out to meet you, let's roll out the welcome mat."

As the OS-G1 squadron made for another pass, another squadron of OS-B2's(bombers) came by and dropped their payload inside and outside the Garrison walls. Aiming for the vehicle bay and munitions building, there was a huge explosion as the vehicle that had yet made it out, detonated along with the munitions on the other side of the Garrison. Two massive holes now looked in where the buildings once were. Any CIS unfortunate enough to have been outside the walls had no where to hide or run (that means you and your men Neskar) when the bombs hit.

"This is Lt Val, all units, press into the breaches. Tanks, walkers and speeders, provide cover fire and pin them down. Air support, maintain a perimeter around the Garrison. No one gets close to us. Let's mop 'em up boys so we can go home and kiss our women!!"


Nyos pulled his Ripper SMG and Modified Power 5 pistol and marched forward with the rest of the unit towards the nearest opening. Picking off any CIS who dared get too close. His men fired their bolters and repeaters, at any and every CIS they saw.

 

[C.C]

OBJECTIVE: Secure the local mining facility and Verpine colony
ALLIES: OP: Mao
ENEMIES: CIS: Ruusan
LOCATION: Within Mining Facility
ACTION: Disabled basic electrical systems


Bright eyes would flare up beneath his mask as the predator stealthily made his way around the Facility. Looking for an alternate entrance aside from from the front door, it took him until he was all the way around the back before he managed to find an air duct...narrowing his eyes, Sparda quickly looked below the duct to see a electric box...undoubtedly this would be useful. Kneeling at the box, he broke the lock on the side and popped it open, looking through the large series of wires that undoubtably controlled the power of the entire facility.

There was a sudden stirring in the shadows and the hunter felt his muscles tense underneath a thin frame. Stealthily a black figure moved from the darkness of the facility, bright eyes flashed like crystals as the voice spoke to him through his com. Sparda quickly realized the person was one of the men who gave him his mission briefing, Formal Clothing and snowy white hair... He relaxed himself and listened carefully. "Your early...i trust you had no issues?" The man teased, he ignored the notion. Trying to settle the animal within him as he continued to pluck through the wires.


"I came here to give some strategical information, currently i see you are at the facility...currenly Mao and Caden are around there somewhere as well, as of right now they are in a heated battle so i'd advice avoiding that for now since you have a...very specific skill set." The man quickly explained. Sparda grinned in amusement as he thought of what a couple of simple opponents would be able to do... "Anyways, what your going to wan't to do before you head into the facility, is make sure you are not caught walking around through there. It would be best if they thought everyone was still outside. Anyways, somewhere around the building you should find a circuit breaker, this box powers most of the building. So, if you cut that, they will be in the dark and most operating systems would be offline excluding the emergency systems. Think you can do that?"

Sparda remained silent for a good while as the sound of screaming and gunshots sounded from around the other side of the building...must of been his 'team' as she tried to bust down the front entrance...no matter. They served as a valuable distraction for him. He quickly pulled out the wires to the building and pulled out his knife, severing the rest of them to the point beyond repair. After doing this, the reply was almost instant.

"Ah, looks like you just did...that was fast. You come as advertised." The man complimented, Sparda chuckled a bit and reached into his backpack as he holstered his knife. Pulling out a special explosive, he set it up inside of the box and sighed, setting it to blow upon disturbance, he carefully shut the box and sighed. Now that that was done, the power to the building was not shut down, most electrical systems would be down for a small amount of time. He needed to get inside to disable the rest.

Hopping up into the air duct, he crawled around through the vents until he got to the heart of the facility. Hopping out of the vents and landing silently. Not moments after that, the sound of heavy footsteps came from behind him... Quickly a man wearing a red shirt, green pants and having a Mohawk emerged from the halls and quickly assaulted Sparda, chucking a pair of grenades in his direction.


"Surprise pretty boy!!" He shouted. Turqoiuse eyes narrowed as they grew closer, and just as he was about to move out of the way, Sparda caught glimpse of a second offender. This one a female wielding a lightsaber. Sparda's eyes went wide as he watched her swing the blade vertically at his head. Acting quickly, the assassin ducked down, allowing the grenades behind him to fly over his head...however, the woman swung and missed, but quickly followed up with a knee to Sparda's mask. The attack hit, causing Sparda's body to jump backwards. Landing on the ground and rolling a bit he recovered and got back into a stance, brining a hand up to cover his mask Sparda chuckled gently. "Ouch..." He said aloud. Now keeping an eye on both the woman...he could smell a third...but where was he? the man he now had to track down the third one...surely enough, he revealed himself. Holding two lightsabers and walking out from the shadows just up ahead. The man did not say a word, but instead simply nodded his head to what appeared to be his subordinates.

And with that, the fight was on. the man and women moving to the sides of Sparda and getting into a battle ready stance...this was going to be difficult. He could always try and run but then they would most likely catch up to him given his inability to go running around the facility. And he could not risk using his force abilities so early without analyzing their movements beforehand. Meaning he needed to find a way to deal with these two using hand to hand, however he couldn't fight them all at once. Not without sustaining a lot of damage, he had to find a way to fight them one at a time. in the middle of his thought process, In a flash the man to the left of him had dashed, running full pelt at Sparda without mercy, his vibro blade in hand and the intent to kill in his eyes. This man was quick on his feet, that was obvious. Acting quickly and turning to the man and running at him as well without thinking much about it. When the man swung his blade at Sparda he dropped to both of his knees swiftly. Arching his back backwards and throwing his head back, the flat end of the blade flew past his face, He could almost see his reflection in the blade as he did a baseball like slide underneath the knife.


Just as quickly as Sparda had dropped he recovered himself back to his feet, throwing one foot out to stop him from sliding or going any farther. He stayed on one knee and twirled his body around attempting a leg sweep. It was not successful. The man hopped over the legsweep, preforming an impressive back flip and throwing his arm out while upside down, attempting to strike Sparda with a devastating right hook. Sparda grunted and lifted his arms next to his head to block. The attack landed, dazing Sparda causing his ears to ring and him to stumble to the side, tripping over himself. When suddenly a silver flash appeared right were his arm connected to the ground to catch himself. Sparda recoiled his arm when he realized it was the woman, carrying the lightsabers. The woman turned to Sparda and did a few fancy spins with the blade as she tried to jab and slice as him with impressive speed.


Sparda dodged and swerved the first attacks but the horizontal attack was hard from him to dodge with him in a current position of his legs bent. He threw his body back and did a backflip to avoid getting his head chopped off, using his hands to support himself as he did a few more backflips to get away from the woman with the deadly blades. Once he was a safe distance Sparda stopped himself and stayed on two feet, his eyes fixed on all three of them. The one in the red shirt was slowly beginning to circle around him now, with the woman quickly getting into another striking pose.

This...needed to be planned, these ninja obviously had a formation Sparda had to figure out. He knew when he attacked one then the other other would come from the side or behind, if he tried to fight them both as once they would kill him. Only option was using his telekinetic power but he could not risk them figuring out his special abilities. He bit his lip as thoughts and different plans ravaged through his mind like a tornado. 'I'm running out of options...only one thing i can do at this point.' Sparda thought to himself, reaching to his spine and applying pressure to fix his cramping back.

The game intensified...

Sparda bleed...deeply. Searching the As he stood to his feet and smiled. Suddenly Sparda ran his full speed at the man he had attacked before, giving the illusion he was going to attack him first. Both their reactions were exactly what he had been planning. The one he was going for angled his blade as if to block while the other one took two steps back and waited for Sparda. 'Follow the design, and you'll make it through this.' He thought as he lept into the air, going over the man and angling his body in mid air to face the faster one. His eyes flashed with a devilish smirk as he used his twin blades in a way they could not see how he used it. He threw out a wired knife anchor at the woman, the wire connected, warping itself around the womans neck as she panicked, Sparda hit the ground as this happened and Pulled the wire hard, the women dropped her lightsabers and fell to her knees trying to remove the wire, quickly He then averted his attention to the other man who was now holding up his blade and swinging at Sparda. His eyes widened as he dived and rolled out of the way, hooking the wire to the floor to hold the woman in place. As he tried to get to his feet Sparda saw the other woman he had previously had in the wire was gone! Son of a queen! His attack had been sloppy and let her go...Sparda cursed in his mind when a silver blade seemed to almost slash through him, causing him to grunt and turn around quickly. The woman smiling at the attack she had attempted, getting closer to finishing him. She then began to talk to him for the first time...he did not have time for this.

 

[Ilsa Voll]

Location: Assaulting the Garrison
Objective: Kill 'em all
Allies: [member="Nyos Val"] [member="Katagiri Ike"] [member="Canal Tal'Verda"] @Dicer @Peyton Steele
Enemies: [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="General Mayhem"]
Music:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUsL1ZcmIx8

The Skocha prowled forward like a the predator that it was. The engines growled as the tank made it's way towards the base. Occasionally, the three heavy repeating blasters would come to life, blaster fire licking out into the distance at the CIS troops unlucky enough to be caught in the crosshairs. Each burst sounded less like a roar and more like a snarl, as if the Skocha was some savage hunting beast stalking its prey.

As the garrison's buildings came into clearer view, Voll scanned the facility through the scopes on her displays. Nodding once, she gripped the controls to the automated heavy repeater mounted to the cupola above her sealed and closed hatch.

"Der Feind schießen von den Dächern," called Voll to her gunner. "Schießen die Gebäude aus unter ihnen."

Reuter nodded once and brought the tank's main cannon around to target. She aimed for the main building where the majority of the fire was pouring out from the CIS lines and ranged the shot, taking into account the Skocha's movement.

"Feuern!" came Reuter's reply as the massive cannon fired once more, the discharge of the proton cannon giving the tank the bestial voice of a hunting predator.

The shot arced out once more and impacted on the building. This time, the shot was a little off, but it was of little consequence. The round hit lower and to the left than anticipated, but Reuter had aimed a bit higher and to the right to compensate for the range and the Skocha's speed. The proton shell hit the left base of the building and blew the lower foundations, and most of the left front roof, sky high. The explosion left the left side of the building unsupported, which caused the left half of the roof to cave in, burying CIS troops and equipment under the rubble.

As Strobel loaded another rough and sealed the breach, Zenti called up from the driver's seat.

"Ein Direktversand wurde abgeschossen! Es sieht aus wie sie die Besatzung massakriert! Linke Seite, einen Kilometer!"

Voll glanced to the left and spotted the wreckage, and the amount of fire going out of the wreckage against the Protectorate forces. The Twi'lek also spotted the bombers making a run overhead and the carnage they visited on the battlefield. The comms sparked with increased chatter and orders: Support the assault, essentially. Voll would comply. That is, after she atomized whoever had slaughtered a downed crew.

"Ich sehe den Direktversand. Schalten Sie uns! Reuter, feuern, wenn fertig!" Voll commanded.

The tank turned to face the wreckage and mounted the small hill overlooking the crash site. If anything survived the bombing run, the Skocha's main cannon would make sure nothing would. From the wreckage, the open maw of the cannon stared down at the CIS troops.

What they said was true. Peace did grow from the barrel of a gun. Terminal peace.

Spoiler

"Der Feind schießen von den Dächern," "Schießen die Gebäude aus unter ihnen."
"The enemy are shooting from the rooftops," "Shoot the building from under them."

"Feuern!"
"Firing!"

"Ein Direktversand wurde abgeschossen! Es sieht aus wie sie die Besatzung massakriert! Linke Seite, einen Kilometer!"
"A dropship was shot down! It looks like they massacred the crew! Left side, one kilometer!"

"Ich sehe den Direktversand. Schalten Sie uns! Reuter, feuern, wenn fertig!"
"I see the dropship. Turn us around. Reuter, fire when ready!"

Again, with the German, if I messed up, lemme know

 

[Neskar A'toll]

"FIGHTERS! STRAFING THE FIELD!"

"DOWN!" The company fell to their knees, making their presence slightly less known, (which may had helped if they weren't eviscerating left, right and centre.) Neskar glared at the sky, to the squadrons strafing the garrison, and behind that, silhouettes that made his heart drop. Bombers. Large ones.

"You have got to be kidding me... Everyone up! This area's too hot, we're geddin' the hell outta bounce!" Icing a few more jokers, Neskar let the barrel of the rifle fall, swiftly activating his jetpack once more with a press of a button, rising swiftly into the air. Harrowing crossfires of bolts and blaster fire zipped across the sky at a frightening pace; some struck the panels of his beskar'gam, numbing the flesh under it, however, due to the nature of the armour, it did little physical damage other than that. His men were... less than lucky. Caught in the crossfire, quite a few fell under the pressure, the company of a dozen falling to merely half that.

As he had rose into the air, Neskar had the foresight to both activate the timers and release the dual distraction devices of both a flash grenade and a smoke grenade, quick actions which would both blind and obscure the soldiers and other people below, enabling the drop-squad to escape without being destroyed. Hopefully. Anything could happen.

Explosions rocked the ground below him, and pillars of flame rose in the air, nearly consuming him entirely, singeing the surface of his armour. Sweating from the vast heat, the rockets from his jet-pack lifted him up and out of the flames, but none of the squad were so lucky, being consumed entirely by the brutal flames. They're bombing their own troops? What the fu- Further shock-waves trembled through his body, nearly sending him off-course, as he flew back over the battlefield to the breaches in the garrison. The bombers summoned by [member="Nyos Val"] had both stunned him and... somewhat impressed him. Man, they really take this liberty stuff seriously. Was.. was that a tank back there? I don't even know. Oh well. At least I massacred a good number of people. Maaaan, that feels good. An extremely narrow escape, indeed.

An eagle from above, Neskar unsheathed the AST-1 Grenade Launcher, topped fully with a huge bounty of the aforementioned grenades. A sweet target, [member="Nyos Val"], resided below him, picking off CIS troops amidst thunderous volleys of fire from the greater bulk of the CIS troops in the interior, armed with heavy blasters, slug rifles, and machine gun nests, all trained on the single entrance they were nearby. Soon, they would become rather stretched, but with only two entrances, they were able to secure them easily, obliterating anything that would come near to entering. Neskar activated the grenade launcher. He had never really used it much before, and frowned whilst he raised the sights to his eyes. So.. do I just press the trigger? He pressed the trigger. "Bad move, sunshine." Phwoooooooooooooooooooomph! A volley of grenades expelled themselves from the launcher, a cluster of six high explosive grenades, which rained down upon Nyos and his crew. Ripples of explosions lifted flame into the air, throwing up dirt and, through implosion of the grenades, a good deal of shrapnel to further damage the enemy below. "Huh. Groovy." Neskar leant forward again, speeding off at a quick pace to escape any further retribution.

 

[Katagiri Ike]

OBJECTIVE: Claim the Garrison
SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: Fight the Southern Belle
ALLIES: Omega Protectorate [member="Dicer"] [member="Nyos Val"] [member="Ilsa Voll"] [member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Canal Tal'Verda"]
ENEMIES: CIS [member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="General Mayhem"]

Katagiri continued forward and then there was a shot. A round making aping sound on the walker from the inside as she looked at the garrison and fired off another shell at Seanna Vel. THey were moving forward and she had a goal looked at the helmet that she would need before the soldiers spoke. "Lady Ike we have an opening, securing entrance." With a nod of her head she moved securing the helmet on and speaking into the comlink. "Get ready and engage we'll meet the dreadgaurd and other forces in the middle of the garrison. Dicer I am looking forward to the party."

 

[Nyos Val]

Objective: Take Garrison
Allies: [member="Katagiri Ike"] [member="Ilsa Voll"] [member="C.C"] [member="Mao"]
Enemies: [member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Ruusan"]
Location: Garrison Perimeter


Echo One, this is Red Leader. We see a target flying overhead. Would you like us to make a run on it?

Negative, Red Leader, focus on the CIS forces within the garrison, I'll handle the targets out here.

Affirmative Echo One, Out

Nyos looked up as the grenades began to pepper the ground around him.

Scatter!! I need rockets on that target. Give me a fireworks show boys!.

He took off straight for the ground immediately beneath the flying soldier. Firing his Ripper and Power 5 the whole way. His cybernetics boosted his speed to his target...Meanwhile...his troopers were taking cover. Of course not all made it to safety, but those that did used their brothers deaths as a catalyst to fuel their drive to take the CIS down. All over the Omega Comm Network, cheers and rally calls proved that no matter what. Omega was true and justified and unstoppable. More walkers were reinforcing the three breaches in the walls.

A few grenades landed too close to Nyos, sending him forward, to the side and backwards a couple steps, but never deviating from his course.

 

[Ilsa Voll]

Location: Assaulting the Garrison
Objective: Kill 'em all
Allies: [member="Nyos Val"] [member="Katagiri Ike"] [member="Canal Tal'Verda"] [member="Dicer"] [member="Peyton Steele"]
Enemies: [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="General Mayhem"]


"Feuer einstellen," came Ilsa's command as the downed dropship erupted in flames. She saw through the Skocha's thermal scopes that one of the CIS troops in the wreckage jetpacked to safety, but no others. The proton cannon's shell was worth more than a lone trooper's life, so it made less sense to fire it at a single soldier and to target the garrison yet again. "Brechen ihre Perimeter-Schutz wieder. Öffnen Sie ein viertes Loch."

Reuter swung the barrel around and lined up the garrison in her sights once more. She spotted another building, more troops firing from the rooftops and windows. This was their mistake. The Skocha's cannon was no mere tank weapon. It was a repurposed anti-air artillery weapon designed to fire on and cripple starships in low orbit. The cannon locked on and Reuter pulled the trigger. The beast roared once more and the building, and all within and on top of the structure, disappeared.

"Ziel zerstört. Ich bin auf der Suche nach einem neuen Ziel. Reuter stated as the building erupted in flame and death. The sound of another shell being loaded was heard in the cacophonous din of the crew compartment.

"Schuss geladen! Die Kanone ist schussbereit!" informed Strobel.

Voll glanced at her sensors and out of the viewport set into the commander's cupola. A quick look was all she needed.

"Zenti, treiben uns näher. Reuter, Ziel für das Gebäude auf der rechten Seite, hinter dem Hauptgebäude. Ich denke, das ist ihr Munitionslager."

With affirmative responses from both over their headsets, the Skocha moved forward. The tank was on the prowl once more.

Spoiler

"Feuer einstellen," "Brechen ihre Perimeter-Schutz wieder. Öffnen Sie ein viertes Loch."
"Cease fire," "Breach their perimeter defenses again. Open a fourth hole."

"Ziel zerstört. Ich bin auf der Suche nach einem neuen Ziel.
"Target destroyed. I'm looking for a new target."

"Schuss geladen! Die Kanone ist schussbereit!"
"Shell loaded! The Cannon is ready to fire!"

"Zenti, treiben uns näher. Reuter, Ziel für das Gebäude auf der rechten Seite, hinter dem Hauptgebäude. Ich denke, das ist ihr Munitionslager."
"Zenti, drive us close. Reuter, aim for the building on the right side, behind the main building. I think that's their ammunition storage."

Again, if I messed up the German, lemme know

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Outskirts of Garrison
Objective: Win
Allies: OP
Foes: CIS

He was still on the asteroid with his men. The fireworks got even brighter as they called in the bombers and made a big explosive. He was looking through his binoculars and saw a figure in Beskar'Gam. Now this made it even more better for Canal. "Look what we have here, boys. A Mandolorian. If we encounter him I call dibs. But now we have to infiltrate the Garrison. The five of you," he pointed to his snipers, "stay here and kill those riflemen on the roof and anything that you can see. The rest, follow me. We're gonna infiltrate the facility and try destroy from the inside."

The captain and the other commandos activated their jetpack and was lifted off of the asteroid that they were. Then they darted off in the direction that they were heading to immediately so they didn't waste any time. They weren't heading for the hole that they opened up on the east side of the Garrison. Instead they went to the north side which wasn't a hot zone. It was a long trip but it was worth it. Soon, the Feds had to worry about the east side and the north side, which was about to be breached.

They finally reached it without being detected since most of soldiers would be now defending the breached section of the garrison. "Alright, men. We'll be splitting off in three teams of five. One will will go to the command centre, the other will go to the east side to try and sabotage their defenses, and the last one will go to the west side. We're gonna blow up three holes in this wall to confuse any hostiles that are around here," he said in a comm link to his squadron. "Now, let's place the explosives and blow this ice cube stand. Understood?" And all replied 'yes, sir'. A clone who was wearing a backpack which as full of explosives began handing them the required explosives to blow up three holes in the wall.

In a few seconds they placed the explosives on the wall and Canal, without a word pressed the button and let out a huge 'boom' which would be heard by everyone. "Go, go, go!" Canal said and soon the whole squadron went into the holes in their sqauds that were assigned to them. The CIS would be confused and would have to reduce their numbers on the east side so they could be sent to the north side of the garrison. They did kill and injure some enemy troops who were nearby the radius of the explosives and those who were injured were killed without giving them mercy.

"Good luck boys and I know you'll do your job well," and gave a salute to them and was returned back with a salute from the other clones. They would see each other after the battle or on the other side of life where their fallen brothers were. They soon began running off to their objectives and Canal led his squad to the command centre.

No doubt, enemy reinforcements would come after him and the other sqauds.

 

[Peyton Steele]

Objective: Disrupt Comms and any automation for the CIS
Allies: OP
Enemies: Destroyers of Druckenwell

This place was... hot. Maybe she wasn't quite set out for a mission like this? Peyton had to learn had to fight in a team, she was more than an operative. Her father didn't raise a girl who couldn't fire a shot at someone who was here to destroy the galaxy. Sure, the over under of Peyton Steele had her somewhere on the darker side of the scale, but she wasn't evil. Besides, that was just personal vendettas, not galactic war. This platform was new for her.

Checking her gear, she shook her head. She could make herself more useful elsewhere. Elsewhere here being cyberspace. All she needed to do was get to the mainframe, and well, see what she could do from that side of things. Following some of the battle droids, she was taking shots at any CIS personnel that were running at her. She wasn't taking down any that were unarmed, but anyone that had a gun? They were going down.

Maybe that recruiter could hook her up with some weapons to stop people as opposed to killing them.

And then the explosions hit. Falling to the wall, she propped herself up and gave an affirmative to the call from the unit commander if everyone was fine. The next door, that was the big one. A soldier with explosives stepped up and blew the locks. A quick firefight, as there were only technicians in the communications room, she nodded.

"Give me cover. Anyone with an eye in the sky, let me know if we've got any reinforcements coming to the garrison."

Removing her helmet, she got down in front of the computer system, and pulled the gauntlets off her her hands. Password? Guest Right, work for the back door. She could so work this system.

 

[Ikki Ike]

OBJECTIVE: Repel Protectorate naval forces
ALLIES: CIS
ENEMIES: Omega Protectorate

The CIS navy was doing what they could as Ikki remained there. The Protectorate ships in the distance while she wanted to get there and get ready. The droids being all ready and prepared to do as needed. She would have to wait until the Protectorate navy made a move to fidn which ship toboard.