Never Tell Me The Odds [Protectorate Invasion of Vergesso]

[EmKay]

Location: Mining Facility
Objective: Secure
Target: [member="C.C"]
Alignment: CIS

The flickers of sense and danger alerted him first to his detection, then the malicious intent that followed and surged through the air like a bolt of lightning. He blinked, washed away the physical world of his view, and honed upon the Force for sight by gift of the Miraluka in him. He could see the tendrils writhe around the woman as telekinetic energy wrapped around her, and with a brief recall of standard gear, could gather what was about to happen and use precious nanoseconds to prepare. He used his abilities to project a barrier across the hall and work into it central point for shock absorption. A fraction of a blink's worth of time later, the grenades shot out their explosive payload. The barrier was instantaneously shattered by the raw energy behind the blast, but rather than throw Atretes backward, he skittered back on his toes and fell into a crouch, a safe distance from the destruction that followed. The ceiling caved in, the walls were blasted apart, and when the dust settled, Atretes stood and brushed off his arm of some rubble. The hiss of his helmet's respiratory system grew slightly louder as it filtered out dust and other particulate matter.

Crunch.

His step through the debris was hardly quiet given what had just happened, and given his detection he assumed that his new opponent had excellent senses. Be they Force or natural was a mystery, but it was no matter. With a little trickery of gravity and physics, Atretes was able to lift himself from the ground just enough to walk with less than a feather's step, whatever use that would be. In the back of his mind, he ran through several possible ways this could play out, and mentally prepared himself to lash out, defend, or do nothing based on what transpired hereafter. He wouldn't throw the first blow. He would wait.

 

[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"]

She was moving letting the force flow through her limbs and bring about her enjoyment of a small fight. You could attack in perfect peace as long as you didn't give into wrecklessness and aggression. You could fight and enjoy the fight even as she let her saber glide around and dance around her body to deflect and vaporize slug that didn't bounce off the armors shields. She was getting as close as she could and spoke. "Can't leave, come on knight stand and fight I'll even let you draw your blade and strike first."

 

[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

Knowing that those word of play coming to the end could she attack first sure but then what would be the fun with that unless she got in her personal space which very much coming to pass. After all one couldn't come out to play until after all could see the cards that was being help by her attacker. All in all she could only think of one thing to do smirk as she let herself be drawl into the fight.

Knowing she really should stop stalling on making that saber of hers at last she did have the training saber given to her by her Master. Why would I get the please of attacking first sweet pea. After all this so much more amusing to dance and play around like this. Own lips curling up a bit more to the fact that could be seen. Only to flicker with her wrist not only her saber but through something at the same time slowly it down so it would come under the shield that had placed around her. Talked about one hiding. After all she did like making load booms better then she did have hand to hand personal contact.

 

[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"]

Her saber was moving now, to mett the training blade as the curtain of white hair flowed around and in a florish she was coming closer. Hands gripping the saber as she slashed going to contact burns to try and quickly disarm Seanna. Her armor restricting some movements but Djem so was about becoming a rock in some places and counter attacking, she knew the basics of it, knew how best to use it and was going to fight without wrecklessness or aggression

 

[Mao]

Location: Verpine Mine
Allies: [member="C.C"]
Enemies: [member="Ruusan"]


The volley of hollow points dug deep and sent shrapnel flying at the Major, causing a grimace as she was showered with the sharp flakes. A few managed to clink against her armor, the old phrik still tried and true, but steady. The strafing action allowed to avoid the fire, but Mao wasn't quite done yet.

Meters between them were closing in, Hardock taking his own as off in the distance she saw the flash of viridiean light. Close combat would come to them both.

A deep guttural scream would tear from the Firrerreo's mouth as she made it to Ruusan, turning her buttstock of her MK1 bolter towards the woman to smack it against the woman's visor and hopefully smash it in, if at the very least, allow for some hindrance in vision.

Things were about to get interesting.

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

Irys took a moment to watch a monitor that displayed the visible spectrum as her fleet opened up. A perfectly synchronised battery arced out to lash against the targeted Horn. Her fleet had significantly more lot range firepower than the enemy. They had used theirs to hit the Majesty the heaviest shields in her fleet. They would respond with more firepower against a much more vulnerable vessel.

The blue bolt from the Exactor's heavy quad ion battery lanced out towards the enemy fleet. All other long range weapons followed, from the Exactor's three long range heavy Turbolaser batteries, the Majesty's own ten batteries, and the Sev'rance classes chimed in with their own long range mass drivers.

"Fire a round if energy torpedoes at that Horn class to ensure it stays down!" Irys shouted.

Irys shifted back to her tactical display. She refused to have a bridge with windows; they offered little more than a weakness when dealing with vessels typically kilometres away. The long range weapons continued to hit the Horn class, certain to disrupt its operations.

The Horn classes were not the most mobile and they were staying close to the enemy's flagship. With one of those sure to be down soon, she spotted an opportunity.

"I want to breakaway group to accelerate into the flank, keep away from their command ship and it's escort, but bring those Nebulon's down! Have our fighters skirt the fringes of their fleet, escorted by turtle and ventures class!"

The much smaller fleet that had broken away accelerated. Irys had hoped the enemy would despatch a smaller force in pursuit, but they had not fallen for that. Choosing to leave the garrison undefended from air strikes was a bold move, but failing to acknowledge a force that was now on their flanks was foolish.

A Scintel and a Krell had a fearsome amount of firepower between them. With the Turtle, Ventress and nearly a third of their fighter fleet, it was a powerful and we'll balanced force with enough speed to catch up on the protectorate.

All three groups converged on Turbolaser range within moments. The CIS droid fighters descended on the enemy in a stunningly disciplined formation, backed by a pair of Turtles that could shred enemy formations.

The two flagships exchanged a horrendous amount of firepower, they were well matched. For some reason the enemies' Horn class cruisers locked onto the Majesty as well. One of them would be barely functional by now from the long range battery, and they each had a twentieth of the firepower of the Antilles class. They would not sway the battle in favour of the enemy.

The Arbiter came under fire from a pair of Nebulons and the Sentinel, but it returned fire with with sixty Turbolaser and a full volley of twenty concussion missiles on one of the Nebulons.


One of the Protectorate carriers, flanked by two Nebulons broke away from the Protectorate and headed for the Exactor and it's Sev'rance escorts that had hung back to fire from long distance.

"Send a few wings of fighters and bombers to harass them, but let them go!" Irys called. "Have them focus firepower on the second Horn class, with those down our fighters will take the field!"

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

[member="Prellon Adras"]

"Starboard shields are wavering Captain!"

"Hold!" she shouted back above the background noise. "Load assault concussion missiles, have wings seven and eight hit that Nebulon in attack pattern auresh four!"

The Majesty was abeam of the Protectorate flagship and coming off worse in the exchange. That was partially down to the fact that the rest of her heavy hitters were mopping up the enemies' lighter vessels with the droid fighters. Their own fighters stayed close, offering protection.

A droid fighter formation coalesced and then descended on the Nebulon. Two squadrons of fighters skimmed it's surface in turn, pulling the computer controlled point defenses towards the aft. They were immediately followed by bombers that hammered the frigate.

Whilst the enemy vessels most suitable for escort role were keeping tight to the flagship and firing on the Majesty, her Turtle class vessels had not been targeting and we're roaming free, creating firing solutions that kept the enemy fighters at bay and opening windows for her own to attack.

The Arbiter was struggling and nearly down, but the other krell and scintel class were hitting the two close Nebulons hard.

"Shields are... "

"Hold!" she called. A bright blue beam arced across the expanse of space from the distant Exactor.

"Full volley of assault missiles, then roll!"

The Majesty fired, then slowly rolled to put the port side facing the enemy.

"Port missile tubes, fire!" she screamed.

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

Captain Dar'nast of the Exactor watched as the battle group accelerated towards them. He knew Arist'lar had been trying to break up the enemy fleet since the engagement had began, so she allowed his Pillar class and their sev'rance escorts to stay exposed. Grudgingly, he would admit that he would have done the same in her position.

It still irked him that he was taking orders from a female twenty years his junior. He knew her style, knew that she didn't like blocks of ships in a slug fest and liked to break things up and turn the tide with mobile ships. So he stoically accepted his place and gave orders.

The Pillar-class was brand new, but his crew was not. They had been with him on their last ship, an aging San hill.

Dar'nast watched as the enemy ships closed, a carrier and a Nebulon. It would be hard to hit them with the powerful prow Ion battery at close range, and he had orders to carry on hitting a Horn class from range. Still, his ships Turbolaser Batteries had far more firepower than the opposing pair of ships.

"Ready assault missiles!" he called.

A few moments later a light on his console indicated all seven tubes were loaded. "Full barrage from the turbolasers on that Nebulon, then launch all tubes at their prow!"

Bright streaks of light crossed the space, the return fire from the pair of enemy vessels a fraction of their own. The Sev'rance classes fell behind the Exactor, they would be needed to retrieve the droid fighters from the battlefield.

"Direct hit from two torpedoes sir!" came a call. He watched as the small Nebulon blossomed in a great orange blast. She was going, but must have taken significant damage.

"Load torpedoes, have the Sev'rance classes keep pressure on the Nebulon, her shields should be on their way. Retarget the carrier!"



Irys clutched the arm of her chair as another round of concussion missiles slammed into the Majesty. They were less of a threat than her own heavy warheads, but the focused fire was taking its toll on the Gunray class.

"Full acceleration forward, more power to engines!" she shouted.

Their engines had already taken damage from a wing of bombers, but head to tail alongside the enemy's flagship they could at least take some heat off themselves by limping forwards.

"I want a turtle and two ventress working as pickets with our own fighters, we need to take the heat off."

Irys' ship limped on, the most heavily armoured vessel in the fleet taking the heat whilst her other heavy hitters took on carriers and frigates.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Mining facility
Objective: Capture the Facility
Opposition: No one at the moment
Allies: [member="Mao"]

Took it like they split it, while everyone was off fighting each other I played the responsible guy. Guy with the hat was off fighting C.C and Mao was pretty busy with some other dude, didn’t really notice anything funny about ‘im, that’s life for you. I took a few guys with me and went deeper into the mine, there were a few things a mining facility of this magnitude usually has.

First thing, security systems, lots of ‘em usually. So I went looking for ‘em, with a couple of muscle, three, four guys didn’t actually do a headcount. Ain’t got the time for it with all these bullets flying around, somewhere around ‘ere would be a terminal of some sorts.

First gotta find the damn thing though, without getting my head blown off.

 

[Nyos Val]

Nyos lost sight if the jet trooper and moved his men inside the fortress. Dropping CIS troopers left and right, Nyos and his troopers made their way to the HQ. Blasting down the doors, they entered, sweeping the rooms as they went. He found little resistance as they moved. Most must be outside. His men went to work gathering intel, troop strategies, and destroying the console servers. Nyos pulled his men back outside where he met up with [member="Katagiri Ike"].

"We have taken the major sections of this base. I'm calling it in that we have taken the base."

"COMMAND, THIS IS NYOS VAL. WE HAVE TAKEN THE GARRISON!"

 

[Nameless Knight]

LOCATION: IN SPACE
ALLIES: [member="Mao"] [member="Nyos Val"] [member="Ilsa Voll"] [member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Dicer"] [member="Canal Tal'Verda"] [member="Prellon Adras"] [member="Caden Cadell"]

Knight had broken off from the main fleet on orders. To join in and aid the small grouping. Leaving the bulk of her fleet behind with the Lord Protector and she stood on the bridge of the ship as they came out of hyperpace on the edge of the asteroids. She spoke while looking towards the CIS ships on the screen. "Move us in and launch all fighters, give our men support and run off the enemy fleet." She didn't know who else would be showing up but she was now looking upon the dangerous task the ground forces had been given. "This is Exarch Knight to all ground forces reinforcements are on the way." She kept moving and focused while crossing her arms. "You all did well."

Thyferra Fleet

Spoiler

Solo-class Command Ship The Faustian
Belsar-class Command Carrier The Gabriel
Kerrigan-class Star Defender The Uriel
Sentinel-class Cruiser The Gadreal
3x Blockade Runner

 

[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

Blocking every move she threw at her. Taking her break as she countered back one slash after another. After a bit their match was something of a drawn or what she thought it was in her mind. Coming to believe that something else was at play. After all she wasn't going back as a prisoner again. What she need more then anything was a way to get off this place but also to keep as many as her soldiers with her alive with her.

 

[Alan]

Location: Mining facility
Objective: Ghost.
Allies: OP
Enemies: CIS

Stock against shoulder. Cheek to the top of stock of rifle. Nestle into pistol grip. Squeeze. So much more satisfying and deliberate than blaster rifles, as the elite operator pumped rounds into the guards that were in the way of [member="Caden Cadell"] and his merry band of misfits. The operator stared at Caden for a moment behind his balaclava, before gesturing to the side and down the hallway. He moved around the dead bodies, quiet as a snake slithering to it's target. He took cover in a doorway, then slid into a supply closet.

And then, he disappeared further into the facility.

And a few seconds later, there was a harsh scream, and followed by gunshots. Caden had gotten some time bought for him, at least.

 

[Katagiri Ike]

OBJECTIVE: Claim the Garrison
SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: Fight the Southern Belle
ALLIES: Omega Protectorate
ENEMIES: CIS [member="Seanna Vel"]

Katagiri was moving, watching Seanna and her movements while she slashed then parried and slashed again. Keeping pressure and moving to go forward, to press the advantage and looking for an opening. Her hand came out and she sent a push to try and upset the girls footing while she was moving while she spoke. "Come now, surely you can do better, what has become of the vaunted Confederacy skills? Don't tell me it all left when the man who caused this did?"

 

[Not Ordo]

Location: Verpine Mines
Enemy: [member="Mao"]

"little Schutta" Ruusan thought as the other woman made a running advance and swung at her head with her buttstock.

Ruusan dug her heels in and pulled herself across the ground as the butt stock passed her head and fired a shot at the woman's calf. The angle was bad but it was worth a try. Ruusan tried to roll to her stomach and push to her feet but the time it would take woukd be an eternity in a fight.

"Kark you." Ruu grunted as she rolled and hoped she had time to get up.

 

[Mao]

[member="Ruusan"]

PING!

Shrapnel would rain down as the slug broke apart against the phrik armor Mao wore, but that didn’t stop the burst of ticked off rage that went spewing from Mao’s voice-meter.

“Ya karkin’ aiwha-bait frakin’ harpy!” a grunt would fall as the woman would send a low round house kick to clip the twaunt behind her heels, every intention of bringing her flat on her back like a two credit Ryloth Shutta should. Ice and dirt from the nearby asteroid shards would crack as the woman

The assault MK-1 Bolter would swing within her armored hands, and she would once again, send the buttstock swinging at the Confederate soldier’s head again, yelling out, “Shove this, e chu ta!”

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Mao"]

Ruusan was nearly standing when the boot heel of the little Hutt karker swept her back down to the rocky deck sending dust and ice into the air.

"Feth you ya karking schutta." Ruusan yelled as she dropped her rifle and reached up to stop the Protectorate soldier.

She lifted a booted foot and kicked it hard for the woman's gut then pulled hoping to toss her head over heals to the deck.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Garrison, south sector
Objective: Win
Allies: OP
Enemies: CIS

Hostile troops would be sent to the south side of the wall that was where the explosion site happened thanks to the squadron of Fett clone commandos. Canal and his squad that he was leading out of the three squads, that were spread out and heading to their destinations, was using the best route that was short and wouldn't cause any tensions or firefights. They were being guided from their HUDs that would alert them if there were any movements or weapons that were being fired.

"Come on, boys. We're almost to the finish line," he stated to his squad as they were approximately 250 meters away from the command command centre. As they continued walking on their 'yellow brick road' they finally came across a squadron of fifteen CIS soldiers who spotted them, thus creating a firefight between the two groups. The clone captain and his men took cover without hesitating or thinking since they've been through situations like this. "Kill them all!" He ordered as they began aiming at their targets who were smart enough to take cover as well. No doubt they reported to the other CIS personnel and would receive reinforcements sooner or later.

While Canal and the other three clones were wearing phrik armor and could take blaster bolts or slugs without lethally getting harmed didn't mean they would get bruises and other minor injuries, and after taking a couple of hits the phrik would soon be penetrated. "Well, I guess we're stuck here for a while, men. Get ready to unleash everything to these damn idiots," Canal said as he threw a grenade to three soldiers who were taking cover and went to oblivion. This was gonna do a lot of delaying.

 

[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


Flowing backwards only to catch herself before leaving herself open fully to her lightsaber. As she rolled her neck back and forth before having a smirk form to her lips of hers. "My my such a tongue that needs to be keep inside that sweet mouth of your, pea." as let herself pull her own bag of tricks as she went in for her counter attack she pulled out only to put on force speed to go in for a few quick jab to get into his personal space to cause some kind of damage to her arm. If that would work then she would us her leg to kick out at the same time she keep her business with her light saber.

 

[Katagiri Ike]

OBJECTIVE: Claim the Garrison
SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: Fight the Southern Belle
ALLIES: Omega Protectorate
ENEMIES: CIS [member="Seanna Vel"]

Katagiri looked at her and moved, her armor there for the punch fast as it was she was hitting with her hand against metal. Not a favorite thing while the woman let Seanna get in close and brought her hand free of the saber. Slicing and twirling the blade to try and enclose Seanna near her while her head shot forward for a strong bash. She was focused on what could happen and what she could make of this while speaking. "We'll just have to work on that then."