Rebellion in Flames; Imperial Dominion of the Bothawui Hex

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: Off hyperspace lanes, deep space One parsec from Bothawui
​Opposition: Galactic Empire ( [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Zesiro"] | [member="Kayrce"] | [member="NT-6922"] | [member="Titun"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] )
Allies - (Rebellion [member="Kira Vaal"] ) (Underground [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="John Shepherd"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Thane Drexel"] )
OOC: This is to note ORC entry into the Domination and to set back story for arrival

NPC Fleet (Mostly target practice for fleeters, dispatch as you wish. Will post damage as needed in response to actions)

Spoiler

x3 Silk - MC70 Ackbar-class Star Cruiser (Named the Phoenix, Resistance, Phantom)
x5 Silk - Peregrine Class Armed Freighter (Endor's glory, Yarvin remembrance, Hoth's furry, Twin suns of Tatooine, Decider of Hutta)
x11 Mics tramp freighters
x10 transports to help with evacuation

Fighters to be used - (Background noise)

• Incom XA-5 X-Wing
• Incom Modified E-25
• Koensayr BTL-Q5 Stormhammer
• Koensayr BTL-Q3 Longshot

"This is Jim Pehico, I require extraction from a Star Destroyer, sending coordinates now."

"Feth man that is one way to board a ship. On my way hand tight till we can get you some help! [member="Janick Beauchamp"] , primary the carrier with the burning hanger for boarding. I'll clear out the port side gun emplacements, latch on the board as you are able."

"Zero" raced to [member="Jim Pehico"] aide. As she approached Bryce commanded her to move into scarfing position. Almost instantly the ship turned forty five degrees and began to fly sideways it's nose pointed at the destroyer in question. As it's ion and plasma guns began to fire in unison the blasts cut through the ships shields like they were not even there and the carrier began to lose its' main capital guns to the heavy volley for fire. Within seconds Bryce commanded his ship to nose down and hit the boosters to get clear of the now wounded ship. As he checked his sensor reading they confirmed what he already knew.

"Janick, your way is clear, begin boarding. We will continue to screen you from cross fire."

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Bothawui
Objective: Steal enemy ships
Allies: [member="John Shepherd"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Jim Pehico"]
Enemies:[member="Kayrce"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Zesiro"] [member="NT-6922"] [member="Titun"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]
Post: 2/20 (3/10 for the first carrier)

"Reversion imminent!" Janick warned the CIC of the Empyrean, from the cockpit of her fighter.

"Battle stations!" the Pau'an admiral blared over the fleetwide channel.

Upon reversion in Bothawui's orbit, the fleet was met with dozens of TIE/LNs ready to pick off AT-AT barges, loaded with hundreds of battle droids, and the first two barges began to activate the droids and set a course for the Meanwhile, the More Pew Pew and the Less Qew Qew began establishing firing solutions aimed at the second carrier, with the C-9980s firing at the closest frigate as a diversion, the Striker. With so many targets ripe for the enemy to target, and the heavy ion bombs loaded, Janick began to think of her plan: she might be a Dark Jedi, but she was to escort two AT-AT barges alongside her squadron so that they could board a carrier, and then drop a heavy ion bomb on the second carrier's aft. Even though she was a Dark Jedi, there was no favoritism at play here: unlike theocracies and especially Sith factions, she had to prove her worth in battle. As she made her departure from the Empyrean's hangar, ready to unleash hell on TIE fighters, she receives a transmission from a rebel entity they called Zero:

"Janick, your way is clear, begin boarding. We will continue to screen you from cross fire."

"Copy that, Zero"

On her way to the pincer hangars of the damaged carrier, called the Warlord, she realizes that these fighters made a beeline towards the AT-AT barges but had limited ability to engage them thanks to their absence of projectiles. She could kill off two TIE/LNs without much trouble, within ten seconds of one another, while another enemy fighter narrowly missed her. And then she hit the brakes, to let that fighter fly past her so that she could fire off another two-second volley afterward, killing it. The first barge was headed towards the upper hangar, while the second barge was headed to the lower hangar just underneath. Once docked, the enemy would not realize until too late that these barges did not even have room for an AT-AT onboard, or at least until its cargo would be disgorged, revealing B2 battle droids as well as organic heavy weapons crews.

Spoiler: NPC fleet

Capital ships:

Empyrean (Empyrean-class assault ship)
More Pew Pew (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser)
Less Qew Qew (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser)
Flotsam (C-9980-class assault frigate)
Jetsam (C-9980-class assault frigate)
Plexus (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate)
Radius (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate)

Landing craft:

6 AT-AT barges

Attack craft:

72 Chiloon-class fighter-bombers

Spoiler: Boarding parties

Infantry:
B2 battle droids

Heavy weapons (organic-manned)

Korriban heavy machineguns (4 for 100 battle droids)
MiniMag PTL missile launchers (3 for 100 battle droids)

 

[Jastor Husk]

Post III

It had taken several hours for the entirety of the invading force to land and secure the LZ, but it was completed, now all that was left, was conquering the planet. Husk knew that there were already small commando forces and Imperial spies all over the planet, but he need not worry about them, if they were competent enough to stay out of the designated attack and barrage zones, then they would live to fight another day. Field Marshal Husk and the Third Imperial Sector Army could not be picky about their targets because of a few death troopers getting in the way. Husk gazed upon his task force, it was a mere quarter of the entire sector army, it was spread amongst four task forces across the world, Husk had chosen to observe and command from the Northwest Task Force, alongside Lieutenant General Mince'sta. Dozens upon dozens of armored vehicles and artillery pieces were spread across an open plain, flanked by stormtroopers and army troopers ready to march on the nearby cities. Their first objective was simple, secure the Bothawui capital, Drev'starn. It was easier said then done of course, which is why that the Southwest Task Force would be aiding in this first objective, as the capital city was conveniently placed nearby the equator in the western hemisphere. Once captured, a small garrison would be left by both task forces, and they would move their separate ways, north and south respectively, conquering the remaining military bases and high population centers.

Husk, satisfied with his viewing, returned into the body of the PX-4 Mobile Command center, where Lieutenant General Mince'sta and her brigade commanders resided. Albeit with some trouble, he managed to fit his large torso into the portcullet. After a few formal greetings, Lieutenant General Mince'sta began the discussion, "Field Marshal, Army intelligence suggests that several Bothan battalions have been recalled into the capital city from around the planet, with the assumption they are working with Rebellion forces. We project around sixty thousand soldiers are protecting the city, not accounting for civilian militias. If we send in armor and infantry into the urban setting they will be at a severe disadvantage, and will incur serious casualties. We have two options, we can either use our artillery and air superiority to flatten and demoralize their forces as we engage, or we can hold an indefinite siege until their forces ae weak enough to be attacked with minimal casualty projections." Husk nodded in reply to her remarks, "A siege is out of the question, a large Outer Rim Coalition fleet is in orbit trying to break through our blockade, who knows what they will be able to get through, we must take this city now. Inform the Southwest Task Force they are weapons free on any artillery bombardment and air raids." The Lieutenant General acknowledged and gave the order to one of her subordinate officers. Leaving Husk to rub his chin as he gazed at the projected civilian and Imperial casualties that were to accumulate at this strategy. They were high, on both sides.

Third Imperial Sector Army

Spoiler

• 52,900 Stormtroopers
• 94,556 Army Troopers
• 1x PX-4 Mobile Command Base
• 32x All Terrain Scout Transports
• 12x All Terrain Scout Transports Mk iii
• 18x All Terrain Anti-Aircraft
• 36x S-1 FireHawke Heavy Repulsortanks
• 90x 2-M Saber-class Repulsortanks
• 12x Self-Propelled Heavy Artillery
• 36x Self-Propelled Medium Artillery
• 28x Heavy Artillery Platforms
• 58x Mobile Artillery
• 84x M850 Artillery Howitzers
• Total: 147,456 Infantry
• Total: 188 Armored Vehicles
• Total: 218 Artillery Units

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond approached the Bothan as he lay on the ground groaning. The Chiss agent looked down at the alien with a blank expression. Sweat beaded the the Bothan terrorist brow as he held his leg trying to stem the tide of blood that leaked out of the wound.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Where are the rest of the bombs?” Desmond asked in his rich Imperial accent. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Bothan snarled and spit in Desmond’s direction. The Chiss smiled. He loved it when they resisted. He stomped on the Bothan’s stump. Hard. The Bothan let out a surprisingly high pitched yelp and more blood spurted from his leg. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I’ll never talk!” The Bothan growled. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond merely shook his head at the alien and decided to try a new tact. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Don’t be a fool. The Empire will prevail whether you cooperate or not,” Desmond said. The Bothan’s brow furrowed in frustration as Desmond’s words rang true. Des decided to press the advantage and spoke again “If you help me the Empire will see that you and your family are well compensated…” The Bothan’s face had begun to turn grey from the loss of blood “Speak quickly fool!” Desmond shouted.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It was obvious the Bothan didn’t have much time left. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“The Parliament building! Bombs are set to go off while Avix Triem gives his speech. He holds the detonator…,” The Bothan said weakly “My name is Artor Gathan, I gave you what you want… Please just spare my family,” Artor finished and gave Desmond a pleading look. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Chiss smiled evilly. Des raised his pistol and pointed it directly at the Bothan’s head.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Bastard!” The bothan shouted.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Des fired covering the ground where the Bothan’s head once was in brain matter and blood. He gathered up the explosive vest and disarmed them easily. As he finished with the last of the bombs he used his holocom to hail a cab. When he exited the building he was greeted by the driver and he entered the vehicle nonchalantly. It was an uneventful ride to the parliament building and the cab driver tried to make idle conversation, but Desmond mostly ignored him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]When they finally arrived Desmond paid the man and exited the cab giving the man a disgruntled goodbye. He walked up the steps to the circular building and watched as hundreds did the same. Large pillars flanked either side of the building and a great statue stood out front. The statue was of several Bothans holding a metal hologram of what appeared to be the old death star. On a plaque at the base of the statue a quote read [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]For the Rebellion, for the Dream. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Desmond sneered as he read it and continued up the steps to the entrance. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He entered the building and found it relatively simple. A great hall with a large blue carpet flanked by more marble pillars led directly into a large circular room. Seats encompassed the entirety of the center room and a few balconies on repulsor lifts rested high above the seating area. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It was increasingly obvious the Repulsor balconies were for the politicians. Desmond watched as one floated to the center of the room and a large Bothan began to speak. He ignored the gelatinous creature and scanned the other Balconies in search of Avix. He would have to get creative if he wanted to get to the man as their was no obvious ways up to the political balconies. He imagined they were shielded as well. Desmond most certainly had his hands full.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt](In room with [/SIZE]@Zesiro)

 

[Theodosia Naphrite]

Post IV

Theodosia crawled out of the fiery wreck that was once her mode of transportation. Her uniform was cut at the upper arm where a huge gash had already started gushing blood, staining her green jumpsuit red. Standing up with only one booted foot, she took a visual of where they had landed, it was a fairly dense jungle, and with the sounds of combat and civilization non-existent, she was definitely deep into it. As the adrenaline was wearing away she could feel the pain of not only her arm, but her head, and her other arm slowly growing. Tearing her right sleeve off by pulling at the last few threads still hangning, she proceeded to wrap it with much discomfort and trouble. The more Theodosia calmed the more pain was felt across her body. Her arm was broken, and she had a concussion, most likely, she wouldn't be sure until checked by a medical professional. Again, she looked around at the crash site, looking for any other survivors, but she was only met with the burning remains of the shuttle. She walked around, cringing as her bare foot stepped on twigs and rocks that poked and stung. Theodosia didn't dare call for help, not yet. If she was seen with an Imperial wreck, in an Imperial uniform, they'd string her up right there and then.

After checking more thoroughly, she decided there was no other option than to leave in hopes of finding civilization. But she couldn't be seen with her Moff's uniform, so off it went. After more time and trouble, she was down to wearing her undergarment, a sleeveless and legless white jumpsuit that clung to her skin. As the adrenaline was gone, her arm screamed in pain, and her thinking was blurred. Holding her arm, she walked through jungle, wearing the unfortunate Lieutenant's boots. Hopefully she wouldn't die in this humid hell.

 

[Zesiro]

Post 4
Allies [member="Desmond C'artyom"]
Opposition ??
Objective Assassinate Politician Avix Triem

More people arrived and the seats started to fill, then different politicians got center stage and were giving their views on certain subjects. However, the balcony up on top was now full and she couldn't see a way to get up there. A thought occurred to her that she didn't need to get close to him at all. Just a line of sight and she could Force Choke him. While she preferred to be more hands on and personal in missions, there were just too many people here for her get close to her target.

Looking at the floating pods that moved back and forth as the occupants wanted to visit, Zesiro saw her target. He wasn't as well dressed as she had seen in some holovids, but certainly was not the least dressed present. It looked like he had come straight from the previous speech he had given and not bothered to clean up. She shrugged her shoulders and while thinking of plan she looked at the people on the floor with her. A familiar blue faced chiss had just walked through the door.

With a small smirk, Zesiro threw on a bit of her former façade and approached Desmond. This would be the first he had ever seen her in a dress and with her hair down. Taking a hold of his elbow, if he allowed it, she kiss him on the cheek before speaking. her words were loud enough only for him to hear.

"I knew I couldn't be left alone on this rock. That your target too?"

With a tip of her head, she would point out the saucer holding Avix Triem.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Bothawui
Objective: Steal enemy ships
Allies: [member="John Shepherd"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Jim Pehico"]
Enemies:[member="Kayrce"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Zesiro"] [member="NT-6922"] [member="Titun"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]
Post: 3/20 (4/10 for the first carrier)

In the upper hangar, the machineguns made a bloody mess of the stormtroopers that rushed forth to fight the boarding parties, while one of the main alleys has been blown to bits due to the stormtrooper column heading down the alley, causing the missile crew to fire a proton torpedo down that alley. In turn it forced the stormtroopers inbound to both hangars to take winding ways to get to the intruders, doing so under heavy machinegun fire firing at 3 rounds/second, killing many stormtroopers under suppressive fire and later forcing them to take cover while the machineguns were being redeployed, with battle droids firing cover fire. As such, the Imperials could no longer fight the droids head-on, the stormies were forced to flank the droid forces. Meanwhile, in space, an AT-AT barge was hit by a barrage from the turbolaser batteries of the second carrier, and even sustained a few hull dents from turbolasers. Yet, for some reason, while Janick was on her way to the second carrier, dropping the big fat ion bomb right on top of the upper hangar, the enemy fired a lot of near-misses, and what hits they did manage to score were, well, left her shieldless. She also scored a fair number of near-misses too, failing to kill another fighter while making her run towards the second carrier to disable it.

"Denethor, this is Alchemist: I've got one behind me, you see it?"

"Copy that, Alchemist" Denethor acknowledged, while getting in position to fire at the TIE/IN that is plaguing Janick.

Spoiler: NPC fleet

Capital ships:

Empyrean (Empyrean-class assault ship)
More Pew Pew (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) light shield damage
Less Qew Qew (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) light shield damage
Flotsam (C-9980-class assault frigate) moderate shield damage
Jetsam (C-9980-class assault frigate)
Plexus (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate) light shield damage
Radius (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate) light shield damage

Landing craft:

6 AT-AT barges (1 has taken hull damage)

Attack craft:

67 Chiloon-class fighter-bombers

Spoiler: Boarding parties

Infantry:
B2 battle droids

Heavy weapons (organic-manned)

Korriban heavy machineguns (4 for 100 battle droids)
MiniMag PTL missile launchers (3 for 100 battle droids)

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond scanned the room in search of Avix, but instead spied an even lovelier sight. Zesiro approached the Chiss agent just as the fat Bothan finished his speech. She was stunning in a black dress, with her long blonde hair flowing gently behind her. She grabbed hold of the Chiss’s elbow and planted a kiss right on his cheek. Desmond’s face remained stoic as she did this. He was on the job and more often than not others tended to get in his way. Especially on missions such as these.

"I knew I couldn't be left alone on this rock. That your target too?" Zesiro said saucily.

“Still mixing pleasure and work I see Zesiro,” Desmond said with a playful smirk and a gaze that encompassed the entirety of her dress. “Yes that is my target, but he has a detonator. Unless he's killed quickly he'll set it off. Civilian casualties are no longer a problem. Any ideas?” Des finished as he turned his burning red gaze back to Avix.


[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

Post 5
Allies [member="Desmond C'artyom"]
Enemies ??
Objective Assassinate Avix Triem

They were both here on business so while she would have enjoyed the opportunity for a romp, Zesiro figured that could take place after the job was complete. If it ever came to fruition. Time would tell.

"To be honest, there has been enough pleasure here."

His eyes took in all of her and while Desmond did his best to keep his composure, but a small smirk was on his face as he spoke. He agreed Avix was both of their targets and mentioned a detail she hadn't been aware of. The politician carried a detonator and could easily just blow them all up in one shot. That of course would also kill him and her mission would be completed.

"I had hoped on getting closer to him and well get him when he was weak, but I could always just use the Force and choke him."

Putting emphasis on certain words, she was sure he would figure out exactly what she meant.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Jastor Husk]

Post V

Husk had already exited the command center to watch the artillery barrage. They had begun firing on the city, dozens of artillery pieces of different manufacture launching shells of death on unsuspecting citizens, all so that the Empire could root out the one in one hundredth Rebel who took shelter in the homes of innocent Bothans. If the Rebellion had thought the Empire would waste their time and resources smoking out every block in the capital city, they were now feeling the error in their plan. Tens of thousands would die only in this first barrage, that didn't count how many more there would be, and how closer it would get to the city center, war was a dirty business, and Husk was an entrepreneur.

The Field Marshal could hear TIE bombers screeching across the sky, enclosing on their target. Not long after they passed over Husk's head did they drop their payload, incinerating several buildings across the city. Even with the proximity of the bombers, the artillery kept firing, their precision allowing them to operate with such complexity. Husk glanced at the nearby troopers, loading onto their transports and tanks, rolling towards the city, the second this first barrage ends, they were going to seize what rubble the artillery had left, and execute any remaining rebels. This operation would not be repeated among the cities of the planet, only the capital, the risk was far too high here to take the chance.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

"To be honest, there has been enough pleasure here." Zesiro said teasingly, and Desmond quirked an eyebrow at her words.

“But, darling we’re just getting started,” He laughed.

That’s when Avix took up the center stage. He began giving a lustrous speech on the terror’s of the Empire and their evil ways. He had the crowd raptured. Even Desmond couldn't help but listen to the Bothans words. As if on queue the first of the shells hit. The top of the parliament building gave way to massive shells and Desmond cursed. Don't the fools know he is in possession of a large portion of the bio weapon! Desmond thought frantically. Still Avix shouted over the roar of the explosions which only succeeded in accenting his point and rallying the people. As if Avix were the people’s very own deliverer he produced the detonator.

“Chit!” Desmond cursed loudly.

The Bothan was going to detonate the bio weapons. But as a saving grace an artillery shell hit the political platform and it’s shields over loaded. The saucer shook and began to spiral out of control. Avix was tossed to the side of the platform and the detonator flew from his hands. The saucer crashed a few paces away from the bomb and Desmond ran towards it. Des dove and grabbed the device just as Avix began to sit up from the crash site. He was accompanied by two guards and they approached Desmond at a run. Avix stomped on Desmond’s hand and the guards raised their stun pikes.

“ZESIRO NOW!” Desmond shouted as Avix Raised a pistol he produced from his coat

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Bothawui
Objective: Steal enemy ships
Allies: [member="John Shepherd"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Jim Pehico"]
Enemies:[member="Kayrce"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Zesiro"] [member="NT-6922"] [member="Titun"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]
Post: 4/20 (5/10 for the first carrier)

Denethor finally shot down the TIE/LN plaguing Janick on her six, while she dropped the second bomb. Once that is done, she quickly maneuvers out of the way, doing an Immelmann, while relentlessly pursuing a TIE/IN plaguing someone else performing a bombing run on the second enemy carrier, and still being at a speed disadvantage. Therefore she had to make it quick, and had to fire at the TIE/IN at increasingly long ranges, finally shooting it down while nearing the Empyrean's hangar. She also realizes that she is out of ordnance and thus must return back to ship for rearming her craft, while her shields slowly recharge. Meanwhile, another AT-AT barge has been damaged in an attempt to return to one of the Munificents' hangar bay to resupply with battle droids and organic crews, while their brethren in battle aboard the first carrier are still fending off the endless stream of stormtroopers and their numbers are dwindling. Here another well-placed torpedo shot at these tightly-packed, bottlenecked stormies made the Imperial morale go down and then the organic heavy weapons crew could press the advantage, as the enemy fell back deeper inside the carrier's hull.

Spoiler: NPC fleet

Capital ships:

Empyrean (Empyrean-class assault ship) light shield damage
More Pew Pew (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) moderate shield damage
Less Qew Qew (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) light shield damage
Flotsam (C-9980-class assault frigate) heavy shield damage
Jetsam (C-9980-class assault frigate) moderate shield damage
Plexus (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate) light shield damage
Radius (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate) moderate shield damage

Landing craft:

6 AT-AT barges (2 have taken hull damage)

Attack craft:

62 Chiloon-class fighter-bombers

Spoiler: Boarding parties

Infantry:
B2 battle droids

Heavy weapons (organic-manned)

Korriban heavy machineguns (4 for 100 battle droids)
MiniMag PTL missile launchers (3 for 100 battle droids)

 

[Theodosia Naphrite]

Post VI

As Theodosia moved through the forest everything felt more blurry and lucid, her headaches clouded her mind and cognitive process, she could not focus on anyone thought. The pain across her body felt even more searing then it had the step before, and the step before that, and the step before that. Even her vision was starting to lose its sharpness, she was in a lot of trouble. She felt trapped in a green, humid, prison. It felt unending in every direction, the noises only increased and distracted her from her own thoughts. Then she heard something, something that was a welcome change to the animals and birds of the jungle. It was waves crashing on a sandy shore, somewhere.

Theodosia turned in every direction until she could pinpoint what direction she needed to go. She walked as fast as she could to reach the beach, to escape the jungle. Theodosia huffed and puffed, tiring easily, she was not one to make great, or even mild journeys on foot. Her lack of exercise and poor nutrition were finally taking its toll. Theodosia's sweating only increased as the day drew on, growing hotter as the heat got trapped beneath the large vegetation. She desperately wanted to rip off the bandage and her jumpsuit in a futile attempt to cool herself, but she knew better. It was a relieving sight to see blue peeking through the green in front of her. Slowly that blue grew in her vision, as and yellow and a lighter blue were thrown into the mix. Eventually her feet began to sink in the ground every step, she had reached the sand, and then like a flood light the sun hit her. She was out of the jungle, finally, and onto the beach. Theodosia panted, crying a little as she rested on her feet. It had been a tiring journey, and she was no closer to civilization. She fell back into the sand and kicked off the ill-fitting nerf leather boots, letting her aching feet breath in the cool sea air. Eventually, she let her head rest in the sand, slowly closing her eyes. Within minutes she had drifted off to sleep, unable to keep on her journey through the pain and heat.

 

[Zesiro]

Post 6
Enemies ??
Allies [member="Desmond C'artyom"]
Objective Assassinate Avix Triem and escape the bombing

Zesiro would have replied to Desmond but, Triem took the stage and started speaking, riling the crowd up with his outlandish and calculated speech. Everything the bothan said was filled with a little truth, but contained many embellishments and that made the young sith just want to laugh. It appeared the others at the function believed all of what he said though.

The sudden air strike came, blasting the roof off the hall and sending people screaming and running around. Large pieces of masonry crashed down and a shell went and hit the platform, overloading its shields. It came crashing down, but Triem didn't die.

Desmond dove to grab a detonator the politician had dropped when he fell, but was stopped with a foot going down on his extended arm. Two guards came up to apprehend him and Avix drew a pistol on the chiss.

Using the Force, Zesiro threw the guards with great velocity to hit the walls behind them, leaving them stunned for at least a few seconds. Once that was finished, she Dashed over to grab Avix's hand and twist it up behind his back before he could fire on her friend. If he struggled too much, she would twist his arm up further until he stopped.

"You want to do the honors or me?"

Desmond didn't have his hands as full of hers literally, but Zesiro could kill her target just easily with the Force.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond righted himself from the prone position and smashed the detonator beneath his boot. He looked to see Zesiro holding Avix in a arm lock and the Bothan tried fervently to get away. Desmond withdrew a blade from the length of his arm and approached Triem at a methodical pace. As he got close to Zesiro and Avix, he placed his free arm around Zesiro and planted a kiss on her rosebud lips.

As he withdrew from the embrace he whispered “You know me so well,” then proceeded to stab Avix in the abdomen while still smiling at Zesiro.

The Bothan shrunk from Zesiro’s grasp in horror as his hands shot to his gut, the precious life blood flowing between his fingers. He slunk to the ground, still holding his gut, while his other arm propped him up. Avix’s mouth opened, but he could not find words. Desmond gaze turned to the alien and he glared at the Bothan. Desmond raised his pistol and fired. The Bothan sprawled against the ground as the round from the verpine shatter pistol impacted with his skull, blowing chunks of brain matter and bone all over the ground. Desmond looked back to Zesiro as more shells began to fall around them.

The building quaked and threatened to collapse. The saucer balconies repulsor fields began to fail and they fell to the ground with thunderous crashes. Politicians, men and women all raced for the exit completely ignoring the pair. Trampeling one another in their gambit to escape. Desmond beckoned Zesiro to follow and began to run out the building. Shoving those who got in his way. Outside was total chaos. The Empire was bombing everything to ruin. Shells fell across the city and people scrambled every which way attempting to achieve some measure of safety. After an hour or so the only thing left standing would be the Imperial flag. Desmond spied a lone one seat speeder and ran towards it. He opened the control panel and hot wired the vehicle to turn on. He hopped into the driver's seat and waited for Zesiro.


[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Tanomas Graf]

V

"Sir! An Outer Rim Coalition Skirmisher Fleet has entered the system! They're attempting to steal the Prototype Warlord Carriers!" An Ensign cried from the crew pits. The Moff had recently returned to his position in front of the viewports and was appalled at how those smuggler scum could appear so suddenly across the galaxy in their realm of space. "Bring up the Firebrand and tell them to target our Warlords! They will NOT capture our technology!" Tanomas barked.

While the Conqueror-class Star Destroyer moved into position, the Imperial Marines begin to appear against the B2 Super Battle Droids that had boarded their vessel. Wielding advanced DC-15ABs, the plasma fired from the rifles were specifically designed for combating droids, and one by one the interlopers began to fall as the Imperial Stormtroopers pushed back.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Bothawui
Objective: Steal enemy ships
Allies: [member="John Shepherd"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Jim Pehico"]
Enemies:[member="Kayrce"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Zesiro"] [member="NT-6922"] [member="Titun"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]
Post: 5/20 (7/10 for the first carrier)

While the initial push was met with renewed resistance, the battle droids, alongside their organic heavy weapons crews, made sure that the marines would pay the cost of attempting to fight the droids that boarded onboard, with blasters, armor-piercing slugs and man-portable missiles flying everywhere the Imperial marines went, ensuring that each meter gained inside the ship's hallways by either side in the first carrier would be won at a steep cost in casualties. Meanwhile, the second wave of droid-based boarding reinforcements made it to the first carrier, and, in the Imperials' minds, they were seemingly fighting Confederate holdouts, and the boarding of the second carrier has just begun, in very similar fashion compared to the action on the first Imperial carrier. Also, while the two squadrons in the Empyrean's hangar were being rearmed, the mission parameters have changed while they were loaded with two heavy Deathballs apiece. In all craft from both squadrons whose ordnance is being reloaded, a new priority target has been established for them to shoot at, while the rest of what the enemy called a skirmish fleet is drawing fire from the 7th Heavy Assault Fleet and the carriers: the INV Firebrand.

"Preliminary scans indicate that your new target, the Firebrand, has no real point-defense and only has a light fighter screen; it can be taken down with bombing runs aimed at the concave dish: aim for the concave dish and, if you overshoot the dish, fire at the command tower's base" the combat controller told all pilots in the Empyrean's hangar bay.

"Roger, roger; fly in a loose formation and tighten up while within two kilometers of the concave dish"

With that said, the twenty fighters took off from the hangar bay, laden with their two heavy bombs, and Janick being the lead girl for the twenty ORC fighters headed towards the Firebrand's concave dish. As such she opens fire on the first fighter at a distance while using the returning AT-AT barge for cover, while that target is lining up against the concave dish, realizing that the enemy may not even see slugs coming. Even if those slugs did not hit an enemy fighter, at least it will hit the concave dish, she thought, while flying towards the dish.

Spoiler: NPC fleet

Capital ships:

Empyrean (Empyrean-class assault ship) moderate shield damage
More Pew Pew (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) moderate shield damage
Less Qew Qew (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) moderate shield damage
Flotsam (C-9980-class assault frigate) heavy shield damage
Jetsam (C-9980-class assault frigate) heavy shield damage
Plexus (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate) moderate shield damage
Radius (Hardcell-X-class anti-starfighter frigate) moderate shield damage

Landing craft:

6 AT-AT barges (2 have taken hull damage)

Attack craft:

57 Chiloon-class fighter-bombers

Spoiler: Boarding parties

Infantry:
B2 battle droids

Heavy weapons (organic-manned)

Korriban heavy machineguns (4 for 100 battle droids)
MiniMag PTL missile launchers (3 for 100 battle droids)

 

[Decimus]

Location: Bothawui
Objective: Reinforce Imperial Fleet
Post: 1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LtP5lSQgll8

Aut-X had foreseen difficulties might arise during this vital campaign. While the battle of Bothawui raged on violently, he had been busy mustering a reinforcement fleet to provide relief and assistance to Graf's slowly diminishing forces. Coming out of lightspeed beside Graf's command ship, a fleet of one Providence-class Dreadnaught, three Munificent-class Frigates and one Separatist Supply Ship, each painted in dull grey and bearing Imperial insignia, had arrived to join the fray.

A surge of Vulture Droids and Droid Tri-Fighters surged out of their hangars to join the battle, quickly moving to defend the Conqueror from Janick's squadrons. Aut-X quickly activated the bridge holo-communication projector, transmitting his image to Graf's flagship. "I apologise for the delay, Grand Moff. We have arrived to provide fleet, army and logistical support.", the Super Tactical Droid said with a nod. "My intelligence droids aiding your task force inform me our enemy has duplicated Separatist designs. Rest assured, I will not allow such activities to continue.", Aut-X said with a hint of anger in his mechanical tone of voice. Meanwhile, a wing of Vulture Droids quickly moved to persue Miss Beauchamp, unleashing a volley of firepower upon her squadron to try and prevent them from damaging the Firebrand's concave dish...

[member="Janick Beauchamp"]
[member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Tanomas Graf]

VI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kiKpjFLgdFs​

"Commence Primary Ignition"​

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The five reactors of the INV Firebrand had charged effortlessly during time it took to get within range of the first Warlord-class Destroyer/Carrier prototype.

The Chief Gunnery Officer voiced this phrase, this single phrase that had been responsible for the death of countless thousands, through the intercoms of the mammoth star destroyer, when he approached the primary firing controls of the ship's dreaded proton beam cannon.

Several other technicians and gunners approached their stations next to the CGO, each of them twiddling knobs and pressing switches.

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"Captain, a squadron of bombers are approaching us, they seem to be targeting the concave dish according to our computers." A Lieutenant spoke up, straightening himself as he glanced at Captain Keikodi.

"Bring up the line of picket cruisers, I want heavy fighter screening capabilities. See if the Grand Moff can't divert any more ships from the blockade to help us with the Coalition forces." Keikodi nodded, waving the lieutenant away to carry out his orders.

Outside in the void of space, several Lancer-class frigates would appear from behind the Firebrand and begin firing on [member="Janick Beauchamp"] and her squadron approaching their charge.

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The CGO pressed a handful of switches at once, before turning around and giving another well known signal of death; He brought his fist up into the air and quickly made a pulling gesture as if grabbing an invisible lever.

Gunners across the control room acknowledged this signal by finalizing the firing sequence, a technician grabbing a lever and bringing it down, sounding a loud whirring sound as the cannon began to fire.

In one of the firing tubes, the on-duty gunners shielded their eyes when a green proton beam exploded with a roar down the tube, concurrent with several other beams doing the same.

These beams converged into groups of eight until appearing a deadly emerald green on the concave dish, eight massive lasers of unbridled power meeting in an invisible forcefield until it rocketed towards the targeted Warlord-class Star Destroyer.

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[RC 212]

Location: Bothawui- On the Firebrand-In the brig
Objective: Escape
Allies: [member="John Shepherd"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Jim Pehico"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"]
Enemies:[member=Kayrce] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Zesiro"] [member="NT-6922"] [member=Titun] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

The cell was really still and quiet. She couldn’t tell exactly how long she'd been locked up in this god forsaken barge. Or was it battle ship? She couldn't tell. all she knew was that her Jast 1, The Fleabag was in the impound hangars somewhere and she was here rotting in a cell.

But hey she had Woryth with her, her Mon Calamari co-pilot who spoke super poodooty basic.

She adjusted her coat and peered through the bars of the brig as he muttered something about never getting out.

"Hold on, hear that?"

"Hear what Seraya, you done got us locked up again!"

"Relax guy, smugglin' ain't no crime. We're doing the peoples work."

The Mon calamari stroked his chin, lost in thought.

"Got ya fish brains."

"Shush."

That's when another blast rocked the brig, and she had to grab a bar, and his coat to keep them both up.

"Whoa!"

"Yeah, you hear it now huh!"

Boots clicked across the durasteel floor. She grimaced, knowing what was coming next. Question was is it gonna be a shock baton, or a normal berating.

"Shut up! Or I'll shock the crap out of you."

"Huh." She had had enough. Normally Seraya wasn't up to this, but there was no choice. She looked at Woryth and he grinned and then shrugged. She shrugged too, and flicked her wrist. The door of the cell slid back as the lock broke, she got a double clench on his neck and the next thing that stormtrooper saw was her knee, crashing into his face.

"Grab his gun dude! Feth!" She roared to the Mon Calamari.