Never Tell Me The Odds [Protectorate Invasion of Vergesso]

[Seanna Vel]

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

If almost like herself coming into motion of the fact one moment she had been killing those that would come against the garrison. Finding herself flying off the wall she had perched herself on. Using what she could to soft her own way to the ground but slowing the desent down then rolling safely way from all the crumbling coming down. Getting on the link I don't gives a monkey lizard behind get those cannon son that damn walker take it down now.

Even before she could get the last few words out there would be a pour of fire coming down upon not only the walker but also on everyone else advancing. As she got herself back up and going grabbing her sniper rifle. Coming to place herself back up but with her personal shield.

 

[EmKay]

Location: Within the Facility
Objective: Secure the Facility and Verpine Colony
Allegiance: CIS

Left. The step to avoid going into the light and keeping in the shadows. Right. The step that brought him behind cover. He could hear the battles from elsewhere, but he was focused on the small one he'd noticed before. There was the sound of some battle taking place nearby. The power cut. His tongue clicked against his teeth as infrared/night vision mode engaged on his screens, the multiple filters allowing him to see in a mode somewhat close to daylight. He slid through the halls, following the trails of the Force along the different halls and corridors until he'd finally made his way where he needed to be. He crouched low to the ground as he approached, then slowly slid up to rise. He closed his eyes and opened them again in a very slow blink, and he listened in on the battle between [member="C.C"] and those who sounded to have ambushed him.

 

[C.C]

OBJECTIVE: Secure the local mining facility and Verpine colony
ALLIES: OP: Mao
ENEMIES: CIS: Ruusan
LOCATION: Within Mining Facility
ACTION: N/A


Watching as both the woman and the man advanced on Sparda in a deadly sprint and closed the distance, Sparda closed his eyes. And took a deep breath. "Have it your way..." He opened his eyes and lifted both of his arms. "You brought this upon yourselves." He finished, and with that. He moved his arms with blinding speed, snapping his fingers over and over at both the man and the woman. Bolts of telekinetic pulses left his fingertips and zipped to them at high speeds...and just as they reached their targets. The telekinesis bold exploded into a large pulse of force. The woman, as expected dodged this by easily swerving to the side. But the man with the Mohawk met a more unfortunate fate...the attack landed and shot him across the hall all the way tot he other side, smashing into a wall on his head...Sparda could hear the bones crush on impact and a cringe went up his spine at the sound.

As the woman went in for an attack, Sparda's slit pupils focused on her and his ears perked forward...sliding his foot to the side and lifting his arms Sparda quickly moved inward, twisting his body so the lightsaber slid just past his chest as he narrowed his eyes...holding his arm all the way back until he was close enough, it would suddenly shoot forward at near blinding speed. Blasting past her arms and slamming into her neck as he grabbed her and squeezed hard. Easily lifting her off the ground and suffocating her as she dropped her saber in surprise and franticly tried to loosen his grip on her neck. Sparda scoffed, looking down at all the gear she had strapped to her belt and armor he grumbled. However...in the midst of these thoughts his ears instinctively swiveled backwards, listening to the sound of breathing around the corner of the hall...was someone else watching him?

Sparda turned his head over his shoulder and narrowed his eyes underneath that mask...still holding the woman a few inches above him strangling her he used his free hand to remove the mask slightly, revealing his nose. He inhaled...sniffed, looking for any trace of other life as he growled. His twin tails sticking up in aggression as he caught the scent of another...slipping the mask back down he turned his attention back to the woman who, about now had gone purple and her eyes looked as if they where going to pop out of her head...baring his teeth he decided to attempt to get rid of his stalker...looking down at her gadget belt he quickly noticed several grenades and explosives strapped onto them...reaching forward he pressed the trigger on a single grenade, knowing that once it went off it would set off the others as well...undoubtedly leveling a small chunk of the hallway. As soon as he pushed it, he swung around and used his strength to toss the woman into the air in the direction of his stalker, then using the force. Pushed her further so she would reach the corner where Atretes Rhoujen remained hidden, the second she reached the corner near him, the explosives will go off.

 

[Katagiri Ike]

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

The walker and droid continued forward, her head and all the hair now firmly in the helmet as Katagiri heard the reports. Cannons had been focused on the walker and she smirked. "Well then do not disappoint, fire all weapons on those cannons and give me the cover to get inside. Katagiri moved to the canopy as it opened and she slipped out with her weapons as another went in. Sliding down the back as it was hit and then she heard the pop pop of more shots, before running behind the droids and pushing the force into her body. She jumped through a door as it closed with a small grin on her face as she hugged the wall. "I am inside the garrison, moving in towards to meet and form up with you Dicer."

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

“We’ve got some analysis of what we’re up against!”

“Right, give me the lowdown,” Irys called. Her holodisplay switched to show her the designations of the enemy force. They’d known it was a Protectorate fleet for a short while now, recognising the particular jamming signal they had used to prevent them signalling fleet command. And the amplitude of the Cronau radiation had let them know they weren’t massively outnumbered.

“Interesting,” she muttered to herself. Very similar in strength to her own force. They had eight ships on the field to her sixteen, but had gone for a pair of super carriers. In terms of fighter complement, the Protectorate probably had a minor advantage due to the superiority of their ships.

She recognised the new Horn-class escort cruisers, but they had little battlefield information on it yet. Two of those, dedicated to Starfighter defence, would rip her swarm fighters to shreds. Fortunately they were slow, they couldn’t be everywhere at once, but they might keep their fleet tight. She hated not knowing an enemy ship fully. She’d spent so many hours analysing tactical reports from the numerous conflicts with the Protectorate so far. She brought up her tactical display, showing vaguely equivalent firepower in the two fleets.



What they did have was an advantage in long range weaponry and speed. Their flagship was very well matched to her own Majesty. This was going to be tight. Ninety percent of warfare was ensuring you outmatched the enemy where you struck, they must not have scouted her patrol fleet in the system.

So much for the quiet patrol to keep her out of the action. Her heart raced, and her knuckles tightened on the rest of her chair.

“Keep the main fleet moving perpendicular to their own, I don’t want those hypervelocity cannons wrecking out fleet. Launch fighters from three of the Sev’rance, keep our own in reserve for now.

I want the Exactor locking on to that Antilles-class. They’ve been shown to be vulnerable to ion fire, so let’s see what happens when they get hit with a quad heavy ion battery whilst they’re warming up those hypervelocity guns.

Split a Ventress, a turtle off with the Dauntless and Crimson Truth and make for the garrison with a third of our fighter complement. If the Protectorate fleet reacts, show me. Otherwise they're to hit the Omega ground forces!”

The Confederate split into two within a few moments. The main body listed in one direction, spiralling towards the Protectorate fleet. The second group accelerated in the opposite direction, arcing towards the garrison world.

 

[Dicer]

Private Charles kept his eyes on the horizon as 3rd Battery set up their gear. They seemed far too excited about their work. Apparently they were big fans of low G environments and testing their accuracy at much greater ranges than usual.

There was the constant drone of the IAVs behind them, waiting to ferry the infantry companies into battle. One didn't run into a hot zone. The amount of firepower being dropped would shred even the most heavily armoured soldier if he stayed out of cover for long.

The west wall was the most heavily armoured, with the least favourable approach. The ODF didn't have the quality of mercenaries that Pyre had, but they had discipline, numbers and organisation.

"Time to go!" Sergeant Jonas shouted. They turned and jogged towards the awaiting transports. His helmet automatically filtered out some of the thumping, resonant roar of the amassed repulsors. In the distance Dicer could see a pair of gunships, hanging like predatorial birds in the air. Without warning they lurched upwards against gravity. Once they reached a height that put the base in LoS, beams of light arced away from them. The long range weaponry would be pulverising the garrison in the distance. The sudden thumping sound indicated that the artillery batteries were joining them.

Dicer took his seat in the IAV, holding his rifle upright before him. The door was shut leaving them in near darkness. Curtis' stomach lurched as the vehicle manoeuvred forwards at high speed through terrain he couldn't see. His heart skipped a beat with a metallic clang indicated that shrapnel had clipped their hull.

"Get ready!" their driver shouted on the comm.

There was a screech as the vehicles own repeaters opened up. The doors slid open bathing them in light.

"Cover, two metres to the left. GO GO GO!"

He was moving, legs carrying him without even thinking. He followed his squad to the rocky outcrop that would shelter them and dropped into position besides the squad's 2ic.

Plumes of dust erupted from the ground all around as weapons impacted on the ground. Blaster bolts arced back and forth in a stunning light display. Another fresh hell for Dicer to face.

He sighted the garrison wall in the distance. It was at the very edge of his effective range. James was already setting his repeater up on a mount. Dicer noticed 2nd squad twenty metres to their left, sheltering behind the smouldering wreck of a protectorate gunship. A flash of light shot out towards them and they disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

"Second squad under heavy fire!" Curtis shouted. He heard his squad leader shouting in his helmet, likely talking to his Platoon Commander. When the dust settled Curtis saw that half of 2nd squad were down. Damnit, gone in a flash.

He sighted his rifle on the enemy wall. James' repeater was already spewing a stream of orange bolts towards them. Dicer started to fire a few bursts, settling his aim and hoping to at least pin some defenders.

"We need the armor squadrons to advance now! We're getting creamed out here!" he heard Sergeant Jonas shout.

 

[Not Ordo]

Location: Mining facility

Enemies: [member="Mao"] [member="C.C"]

Allies: CIS and stuff

Ruu had opened fire after the first shot taking out a few troopers here and there as they advanced on the facility. Ruusan knew they were out numbered and had prepared for such an eventuality. She fired again and then spoke into the throat mic.

"Prep for plan X, " Ruusand said. She watched as the woman's hand went down and stuff;

Just then a woman reached down and Ruusan yelled out.

"GRENADE!" she yelled.

She dove over the low wall and began running to escape the blast radius. Her feet struck the ground and she leapt away to land on her back. She skidded a few meters and fire the hollow points at the wowan

 

[Ilsa Voll]

Location: Outside the Garrison
Objective: Target and destroy key installations, support the assault
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"]


"Feuern!" came the call from Strobel and the cannon roared once more.


The shot was nigh perfect and the shell impacted the building dead center, penetrating deep into the structure. Almost immediately, the ammunition stored within detonated and sent the majority of the building, and anyone in or on top of it, hundreds of feet into the sky.


As the bright flash of destruction died down in her viewports and screens, Voll nodded with a feral smile.

"Hervorragende Aufnahme!" she shouted over the comms. "Schauen Sie für mehr Ziele. Ich werde sehen, ob jemand etwas Besonderes gesprengt will."

Leaving her gunner to the task, Voll commed into the tactical network.

"Zhis is Sergeant Voll," she said, her Eisenwelten accent thick, but understandable. "Ve need specific targets on zeh ground. Vhere do you need our cannon?"

Spoiler

"Feuern!"
"Firing!"

"Hervorragende Aufnahme!" "Schauen Sie für mehr Ziele. Ich werde sehen, ob jemand etwas Besonderes gesprengt will."
"Excellent shot!" "Look for more targets. I'm see if someone wants something special blown up."

Again, if I messed up the German, lemme know. Also, I somehow got my gunner and loader's names mixed up. I'm too lazy to fix them right now for all my posts, so for now I'm just going to swap them out with the upcoming posts and fix the previous ones tonight or tomorrow.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Nothingtoseehere

 

[Peyton Steele]

Objective: Garrison
Allies: OP
Enemies: CIS

She could hear the comm chatter, and the blonde shook her head. What kind of information could she gleam off of this ccomputer. Was that too considered not fighting? Looking to the group that was in the comm room with her, it appeared that only two battle droids remained. At least this area was secure now. And the fighting was sounding more outside. Maybe it was moving away?

With layers of code on the monitor in front of her, she was fighting with the computer. Reaching for her comlink, she contacted the one who was in the walker, who were they again? Katagiri? Or something... Maybe [member="Katagiri Ike"] would work. "tThis is uhh... Peyton, of the Omega, we came in the same shuttle?" Right, lovely conversation. "So, I can get into their computer system, call out patterns, maybe lock down the garrison with a bit of work?"

She knew what she was doing, but here? Here she wasn't quite sure what the hell she needed to do. She wasn't a solider in that regards, she was a pilot and a computer tech, this was where she was useful. "I can try to shut down their automatons, or... something?" There was strategy here. Supposedly.

 

[Prellon Adras]

Objective: Eliminate any Confederate Ships in the area.

Spoiler

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

"Alright men, let's get this show on the road. All ships, jump on my mark. Three, two, one, mark." A rather young Glaucus, one of the rather recently discovered species, said aboard the bridge of an Antilles-Class Star Defender. It was the Leviathan, for its size and destructive potential. The man's name was Prellon Adras, a rather young and unknown naval officer in the Omega Protectorate's Navy. The Leviathan was his flagship, though it wasn't the only ship in his fleet, there were two Horn-Class Escort Cruisers, two Incus-Class Escort Carriers, one Sentinel-Class Cruiser as well as three Nebulon B7 Frigates. Those were the forces he was going to command during this fight. However, he wouldn't be part of the main fight, he was ordered to go attack a small asteroid cluster called 'Vergesso'. He wasn't very disappointed about not being part of the main battle, he recognized that he was needed elsewhere, though there was some disappointment. He would most likely only have to face a small patrol fleet of maybe a couple ships, but nothing too serious.

A couple minutes later, his ships exited hyperspace at the Vergesso Asteroids. His ships jumped into the system in a rather tight formation and immediately the Sentinel-Class started working, collecting as much information about the enemy's ships as possible.

"Sir, the Delator just sent in the initial report on the enemy fleet."

"Good, patch it through to me." With those words said by the Commander of the fleet, the data collected by the Sentinel-Class ship was directly patched through to his HUD. He quickly read through the fleet composition and its abilities, coming to the conclusion that his initial assessment was wrong, the Confederacy had stationed a much larger fleet than he had expected, but that was fine, since both were quite evenly matched, even though he only had eight ships whereas his opponent had twice the amount. But where he lacked in mass, he benefited from better shielding and armour. His fleet also had advantages when it came to ion-cannons and missiles, from what the Sentinel's data showed. Prellon already knew that this was going to be quite the interesting fight.

"Charge up the main cannon and get me a lock on that Gunray-Class. Additionally, target its shields with the rest of our guns once we're in range, I want to have that ship out of the fight as soon as possible. I also want both The Taurus, The Kraken and one of the Nebulons to fire on it.

Target the Krell-Class that isn't moving away from their fleet with one of the other Nebulons and The Delator. Prepare to launch our fighters, interceptors and bombers. Tell them to keep away from the Krell and Turtle-Class ships though.

Additionally, send The Hydra accompanied by the last of the Nebulons to deal with that Pillar, while keeping the rest of our fleet rather close to each other so we can respond to the enemy quicker. Let's jam, gentlemen."

Now that the initial orders were given, Prellon wanted to sit and see what the CIS fleet was going to do in response of him focusing the Gunray class while keeping most of his ships together to prepare for a 'mop-up' style attack after the main CIS-cruiser was gone.

Spoiler

• Antilles-Class The Leviathan - 1,600 m
  - 36 Knight Starfighters
  - 12 Paladins
  - 24 Scout Interceptors
  - 12 Crusader Bombers
  - 24 Agrevant Dropships
  
• Incus-Class Heavy Carrier The Hydra - 900 m
  - 12 Paladin Elite Stafighters
  - 24 Scout Interceptors
  - 24 Crusader Bombers
  - 36 Knight Starfighters
  - 8 Inmica Bombers
  - 16 Agrevant Dropships
  
• Incus-Class Heavy Carrier The Triton - 900 m
  - 12 Paladin Elite Stafighters
  - 24 Scout Interceptors
  - 24 Crusader Bombers
  - 36 Knight Starfighters
  - 8 Inmica Bombers
  - 16 Agrevant Dropships
  
• Horn-Class Escort Cruiser The Kraken - 600 m
  
• Horn-Class Escort Cruiser The Taurus - 600 m
  
• Sentinel-Class Cruiser The Delator - 500 m
  - 8 Agrevant Gunships
  - 24 Knight Starfighters
  
• Three Nebulon B7 Frigates - 900 m total
  - 12 Knight Starfighters each
  - 8 Illiria Dropship each

[member="Irys Arist'lar"]

 

[General Mayhem]

Objective: Reclaim the garrison, raise hell. Immobilize that damn tank.

Enemies: The despoilers of the mighty droid army
Allies: Noble heroes of the CIS




Mayhem had been moving troops into position this whole time.

"Vehicle bay strike team, are you prepared."


A single, growling digitize voice reponded to the commander. "Yes, Madam. We have change our armament accordingly, and are prepared to strike."


Mayhem wasn't certain of this plan. But, well, it was all she had. "Squad seven, charge towards the tank at full speed on speeders. Draw fire until the vehicular strike team engages!"



"Yes, commander," the clanker said calmly.



The vehicle strike team watched as the "suicide run" began. Four troopers on bikes, rnadomly shooting blaster fire. It shoudl attract attention long enough.


"Vehicular Strike Team, move! NOW!"


As if led by the invisible hand of justice and madness, five "Baron" droids took to the skys, moving along a tall arc and aiming to drop on the tank. They had no rifles, only fusion cutters. They'd started pulling as much armor off as possible, plate by plate, system by system. Their orders were simple: get on top and start vivisecting. STarting on that main cannon....


"Send a team to fight the fires...I won't let this base burn to rubble on my watch."

"Yes, commander!"


The General watched the tactical screen calmly. This first wave should at least do some damage to the tank, enough to slow it down...she hoped. She would remember the sacrifices of her colleagues today, droid or organism.

 

[Seanna Vel]

Location: Garrison doing a dance with the nice boom makers
Objective: Feed the dogs some treats
Allies: Neskar A'toll
Enemies: Katagiri Ike (here kitty kitty) Canal Tal'Verda Dicer Nyos Val Mao

Finding it harder and harder to be able to think with only reacting to the situation on the ground as it would have it sending the rest of the unit of droids to defind the other two wholes in the wall making a quick comm to [member="Neskar A'toll"] "Its getting hot as hell over here, whats your situation over there.", having her eyes widen to see one of their force users break the whole. "I'll get back to you." Finding herself looking down upon the situation at hand only to roll her neck back and forth. Looking at the driods around her Giving it all you got on that one [member="Katagiri Ike"] throw booms, fire powers you name it, hold her off doing anything stupid. having a plan to do some more damage to her own garrison wall why right now it was just looking to pretty to keep those walking out. If could rough up the whole a bit let both side come down in a crumble mess could just come waltzing in.

[SIZE=12.222222328186035px]With quick action and for speed she had order all off the wall both side and then with a flick of the force sent two will place detonators[/SIZE][SIZE=12.222222328186035px] towards the wall to bring down more into chucks. [/SIZE][SIZE=12.222222328186035px]Now have at it boys, Take these Monkeies down straight on there freaking butt. [/SIZE]

 

[Ilsa Voll]

Location: Outside the Garrison
Objective: Defend against the droids, blow more things up
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"]

As Voll waited for a reply from command, her driver cried out.

"Feind Droiden! Sie sind in der Luft und kommt auf diese Weise!" Zenti called over the tank comms. "Wir haben mehr Feinde nähert sich auf dem Boden!"

"Feuer frei! Wir müssen sie aus dem Kampfpanzer zu halten!" Voll ordered, matching action to words by taking up the controls of the cupola heavy repeater. She glanced at the speeder bikes that fired randomly. They kept their distance and fired only blasters. She'd keep an eye on them, but for the moment, the threat came from the sky. "Zenti, schießen die Bodenziele mit dem Rumpf montierten Maschinengewehr. Wir werden uns auf den Himmel zu konzentrieren!"

Strobel used the coaxial heavy repeater as Voll's cupola mounted weapon strafed the approaching, flying droids. Meanwhile, Zenti opened up with the hull mounted repeater on the bike mounted foes.

Two of the bike mounted troopers died in a hail of blaster fire, their bikes careening across the battlefield as their drivers perished in fire and agony. Of the flying droids, two were shot down by Voll's repeater. One was destroyed by Strobel. One more was damaged badly by the gunner's aim as well and landed ahead of the tank. The last made it to the Skocha's hull, clanging down with a harsh sound of metal on metal, the ray shielding scorching the thing's feet, turning the metal there red hot. If it stayed there for much longer, the shield's power would damage the droid over time, rendering it useless. As for the damaged droid, Zenti managed to finish the machine off with her hull mounted repeater.

"Droid auf dem Rumpf! Zenti, schleppen Arsch! Schütteln Sie es aus, wenn du kannst!" came Voll's immediate command upon hearing the droid on the roof. As she shouted, she cranked the cupola repeater around, intent on hosing the droid before it could do any damage.

Spoiler

"Feind Droiden! Sie sind in der Luft und kommt auf diese Weise!" "Wir haben mehr Feinde nähert sich auf dem Boden!"
"Enemy droids! They're in the air and coming this way!" "More enemies approaching on the ground!"

"Feuer frei! Wir müssen sie aus dem Kampfpanzer zu halten!" "Zenti, schießen die Bodenziele mit dem Rumpf montierten Maschinengewehr. Wir werden uns auf den Himmel zu konzentrieren!"
"Fire at will! We need to keep them off of the battle tank!" "Zenti, shoot the ground targets with the hull mounted machine gun. We'll focus on the sky!"

"Droid auf dem Rumpf! Zenti, schleppen Arsch! Schütteln Sie es aus, wenn du kannst!"
"Droid on the hull! Zenti, haul [tail]! Shake it off if you can!"

Again, if I messed up, lemme know

 

[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"]

The charging enemies that Seanna sent at her had Katagiri moving, her rifle raising and firing off shots while they went into a corner. Prepared to handle the situation as she pushed and threw a grenade watching it detonate in the center of the hallway. With the cover being taken it wasn't seen until it was to late but she moved bringing the rifle around and butting it into the face of another soldier, her saber going to her hand and activating with a snap hiss and flash of bright white light. The finer beam more focused and contained but less likely to deflect saber blasts as she put it under the barrel of her rifle slicing it into another soldier.

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

Irys watched as the Protectorate forces ignored her split and stayed tight in one group. The main body of her fleet carried on accelerating in a vector perpendicular to the opposing fleet. Her breakaway group carried on towards the garrison.

"Captain, the analysis team have produced some results."

"Send them to my console," she called back to the officer.

She scrolled through the summary of the results. The techies on the seventh floor had run through seventeen billion simulations before their computing power was diverted to battlefield use. Useful, they showed several trends on the types of engagements that would be problematic for them. It was the outlying ten percent of disasters that were also worth a look, but only highlighted ridiculous strategies that only an idiot would make.

"We're getting a lot of signal noise, they're probably locking onto the Majesty!" called a tactical officer.

Irys watched her display carefully. The closely grouped fleet turned in their direction and began to accelerate. The three forces now formed an equilateral triangle. One of the main tests that defined a suitable candidate for command school was the ability to let go of the evolved method of perceiving the world. There was no up, down I'm space. There were gravitational potentials, relative velocities and accelerations.

"Starboard thirty degrees, give me a large impulse, then keep pulling around!" She commanded. Of course, the fleet didn't lose its initial velocity, but now it was gaining velocity perpendicular to the protectorate fleet again. The ground forces were being hammered, she considered that her fleet might have to take some heat in exchange for offering relief to the troops on the ground.

"Order the Dauntless... " she was cut off by a screech of tortured metal, immediately followed by warning lights. Immediately flicking her display to damage control, she saw a streaks of red up the side of her ship.

"Hypervelocity guns, they hit us before we even detected them firing, " called her XO.

"We should be out of effective range, confirm." she called.

"Confirmed," came one reply.

"It's the sensor ship, they've increased their effective targeting range," came another reply.

"Fragments of the rounds pierced the shield, the angle of the hull meant we didn't get the full force, but we've lost a few Turbolaser."

Irys snarled under her breath, her fingers tightening on the arm of her chair. This wasn't a simulator any more, she wasn't playing games with her peers.

"Order the Dauntless, the Crimson Truth, the frigate and corvette to come around with half their escort. Come around on the Protectorate fleet and trail them. I want them ready to hit them from another angle.

Let's show them our teeth. Turn to face, but do not fire engines. All long range weapons, change target to lock onto one of those Horn class and fire when in range."

Droid fighters were no match on a small squadron versus squadron basis for sentient pilots. However, they were constantly aware of the position of the rest of their fleet and reacted to orders instantly. Like a shoal of fish, they split off from the group headed for the garrison and followed their escort ships to trail the protectorate fleet.

Meanwhile, two squadrons of fighters and a squadron of bombers carried on unharrassed towards the garrison to relieve the ground forces.

Irys' fleet had far more long range firepower than their opponents. As the enemy closed all weapons would fire a volley at a Horn class. Far more vulnerable than the Majesty and under far more fire, Irys hoped a few synchronised volleys would mean they came out better in the long range exchange before they closed.

 

[General Mayhem]

(OOC: only a passing understanding of how the shield works here. Correct me if I'm wrong.)


Mayhem made an irritated buzzing drone. She only reverted to colicoid tongue when she was annoyed. However, now here isntincts were kicking in. The instincts of a general, of a matriarch, designed by a species that would eat their own if need demanded it. Now, she would be called upon to make her move--an ugly one at best.


Mayhem gave a single order to the remaining baron on top of the tank. The reactive shielding was burning hot enough. One option was left. "Unit 17-12 D. Activate your cutter within the shield. For glory!"


The droid's obeisance overwhelmed it's self-preservation directives, following orders to gladly sacrifice itself for the cause. For the Confederacy. Mayhem tabulated the numeral designation of every droid lost today, and would continue to do so.


The clanker lunged down, activating his cutter, which opened the fuel to the heat of the ray shielding. A plasma-acetylene reaction occurred, bursting a brilliant fireball right on top of this tank. Even it's shielding couldn't hold out forever.

"Maintain a concentration of fire on that tank from every auto-turret available. Show no mercy to them. They will afford us none, as has been proven."

Mayhem slowly rose from her position and began walking. It was time to take matters into her own hands.....

 

[Seanna Vel]

Location: Garrison doing a dance with the nice boom makers
Objective: Feed the dogs some treats
Secondry"give the southern china doll new face
Allies: Neskar A'toll
Enemies: Katagiri Ike (here kitty kitty) Canal Tal'Verda Dicer Nyos Val Mao


"Hell Bells someone got to stop that rag doll," , as she watch another one of her soldiers get cut down. Taking out her double dueling pistols as she laid down fire as she let it all come into play. After all she had a plan a good one she would see the out come soon enough. Feeling that she was with in ear shout to give the orders clearly to those left around. "You hear me, poodoo brain all fire on that witch that has the light stick."

Letting herself getting read to see what kind of trick she had in her little hand bag. Letting herself gather her own for to use if if need hopping this would take care of the little rat problem.

 

[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"]

Now they were moving and Katagiri saw the one issuing orders as her eyes caught sight of her red hair and voice, the retite woman in heavy armor moved pushing the force behind her to propell herself forward faster and faster and then forward to knock like bowling pins several soldiers around the hall way. Her eyes remaining on the woman and jumping as the saber came off the front of the weapon and she held it in her hands removing the helmet. Long white hair falling around while the shield shimmered from a shot that it thankfully protected from. Her blade reflecting the others into the soldiers chest and face. She held the blade out and at the ready. "Hello there, don't suppose you'd be willing to just surrender."

 

[Seanna Vel]

Location: Garrison doing a dance with the nice boom makers
Objective: Feed the dogs some treats
Secondry"give the southern china doll new face
Allies: Neskar A'toll
Enemies: Katagiri Ike (here kitty kitty) Canal Tal'Verda Dicer Nyos Val Mao

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[SIZE=12.222222328186035px]Lets see you play with those nasty burgers....[/SIZE][member="Katagiri Ike"]