TAE: Doves Must Fall | Dominion of Tund (AK-32)

[Tathra Khaeus]

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For hundred of thousands of years, the Autocratic Jedi Order of the Ashla system prospered, untouched and unburdened by the rages of ​War. For so long, they stood as pillars of wisdom, of strength and stability for their people. We proved them wrong. These mewling curs fell upon our arrival in the night. The very foundations of their society crumbling against our might.

Hidden from the Galaxy, from the endless war of Light and Dark; they grew weak... ​

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Peace has cost them their strength, we shall not one let victory defeat us. As like perfection, victory is merely an idea. A lie, to keep us going. There is no victory, there is only growth. Progress, and we shall move forward as our Gods always intended. The remnants of this autocratic order, known as the Hand of Light continues to plague our lands. SR intelligence operatives have discovered that a bastion of these pathetic cretins. Hidden away on the planet Tund; a small outpost just beyond our borders. They have managed to establish a small military compound, funded by traitors and fools. We will rain down upon these misguided heretics and catch these traitors in the midst of their vile acts.​

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We are the Ancient Eye.​

Be Uncompromising.​

​Be Relentless.​

​Be the Embodiment of Strength.​

​And you will find glory.​

​Destroy. Them. All.​

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OOC Mission Debrief:
(The Graphic above indicates the aesthetic of each objective designated by A|B|C)

Objective A Hand of Light Compound:
The Hand of Light Military compound is set deep within a mountainous valley, defended by Anti-air turrets. The Compound is sat between two mountains, connected by massive durasteel bridges to either side with heavy infantry formations guarding both sides. In the valley beneath the base, is a small ship bay carrying fifty total fighters.
Tactical Suggestions: Blow the bridges and let the base fall | Take the base and its resources by force

Objective B Military Barracks:
Just beyond the valley is a Military Barracks positioned with a cliff at its back against a open desert. The barracks are currently garrisoned by a Battalion of Mercenaries hired by the neighbouring Hand of Light. We doubt the Hand of Light or the mercenaries are aware of our impending strike. Destroy these misguided fools.
Tactical Suggestions: Destroy the Barracks with explosives | Force the mercenary Battalion into the open field with bombing runs, and flank with ranged weaponry.

Objective C​ Abandoned Shipyard:
In the northern region of the planet, a small group of Hand of Light insurgents are meeting with their funders inside Tellico; a abandoned shipyard, we know these traitors are of our own. Capture them alive.
Tactical Demand: Crucify the heretics.

Objective D ​Misc:
​Be independent, do your own thing.

BONUS TARGET
VENDRICK OF AMAR
Kel-Dor Jedi Knight, General of the Hand of Light on Tund. Vendrick will randomly appear at any of the three objectives to fight for his people. A prize of the writers choosing will be given upon defeating this target.

​Tag List:

Spoiler

[member="Abelain Narv'uk"] [member="Aeron Tosh"] [member="Amaunet Asira"] [member="Ankharbis the Great"] [member="Anya Malvern"] [member="Arlen Rossi"] [member="Aspen Laval"] @Ax'no [member="Azrik"] [member="Braith Achlys"] @Cellebait [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Darth Lykos"] [member="Darth Phren"] [member="Darth Ren Malgus"] [member="Darth Zurvan"] [member="Formorta"] [member="Hal'kanor"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"] [member="Khorijiin"] [member="Kiso"] [member="Kyle Raymus"] [member="Lord Harris"] [member="Lyra Sarn"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Neb-ka of Myth "][member="Rath Exigo"] [member="Roella Arwyn"] [member="Salij-Nekt"] [member="Sena"] [member="Seras Rose"] [member="Shaun Irons"] [member="Skorvek"] [member="Thalestris Crius"] [member="The Mephirium"] [member="Zet Anaa"] @Temujin Khaan

 

[Aeron Tosh]

Post: 1

Objective: A (Shutting down Anti-air guns, Espionage)


While scouting the outer rim, Aeron received a message from the Matador, the leader of his glorious and ever-so expansive army. Though the call was a surprise, it was a welcome one. The matador has finally rallied up his men and decided that now was the time to crush the fledgling jedi that were hidden away on the planet Tund.

Hidden away until Aeron and his other SR buddies found them out, because nothing hides from the eye.

Aeron has been anticipating this attack since he found out about the place, and he already had a plan ready.

Quickly, Aeron jumped into his chair and went into hyperspace, traveling to Tund. Upon his arrival he cloaked his scouting ship in order to go undetected against their weak anti-air defense.

Landing, Aeron did an equipment check before heading off the ramp to the compound controlled by the Hand of Light. "Cloaking device? Check. Disguises? Check. Blaster? Check. Poisonous grenades? Check. Comlink? Check."

Aeron knew exactly what his plan was, He was going to sneak into the compound, and work on shutting down the Hand of Light's anti-air defenses to ensure the other foot soldiers would have an easier landing then him.

He started his leisurely walk towards the compound only moments after rehearsing his plan. The calm before the inevitable storm that was going to leave the Hand of Light in ruin, just like any natural disaster.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: A
The God of the Infantry made the sky blue...

Mythos was dressed for the occasion, full tactical gear as well as his hound Groom by his side. He had arrived here with a small force of the NFA and of course the now galaxy wide famous Boom Boom Squad. A lot of people in the galaxy hated Gungans, Mythos was not one of them, these fighters were some of the most veteran and deadly warriors Mythos had the credits to pay for, for you see, Wilo Shultz did not kill for free but he did have a Mythos discount if he got to keep gear and loot. Deep in the mountains Mythos marched with a body of picked men in lurking, mountain by mountain and hill by hill keeping stealth and noise discipline as they hauled explosives for miles upon miles. They used hand signals and not words, they moved only by successive bounding meaning one team first, make the area clear and then the other and so on. This made the trip take longer but it kept them all safe from harms way.

Mythos had been expecting reinforcements but due to the terrain and the necessity for stealth they either were not coming or were back in the drop zone still seeing as how he arrived several days early. It was not long now until he arrived at the compound, he could see from the edge of the foresty horizon the making of the structure just where the intelligence briefing had said they would be. Now was time to position his troops accordingly for the assault.

The plan was simple, he had to draw the attention of the garrison and keep their attention while the Gungans stealthed past them and placed the detonation devices below the base and dropped the entire damn thing with everyone in it. Mythos loved blowing poodoo up but this was going to be a lot easier said than done, no need to bring an massive force into the planet, not when the same could be done with a few squads and surgical precision.

One signal. "Team Saber, move forward, Other teams on resverse, Wilo, Move and flank Mustafar, get into position and prep detonators" One pat on the back of Groom the let the beast know it was almost lunch time. While Mythos' troops got in position he began scanning the horizons with his high tech monocular device that not only let him see great distances by thermo readings and heat reading. "Oh my... That is a lot of soldiers..."

[member="The Matador"]​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective B: Military Barracks
​Post: 01

Heavy ceramic plates clung to a maligned and tolerant form, a huge beast of a man, a growling tundra of rage and bloodthirst. The Matador stood, towering over the Ancient Eye forces. He stood at the ready, on the edge of the battlefield as Ancient Eye soldiers made ready to flank from either side.

​"We will flush them out, and slaughter them like dogs."

​Mercenaries. He, had been a mercenary once. But he had a purpose, he had risen above it. Beyond it. The Matador had ripped himself from the confines of thousands of years of control, of dogma. He was a testament to the strength of the ideology of the Ancient Eye. Strength embodied. Leading their armies as War-Chieftain, he was finally somewhere he wanted to be. The politics, the diplomacy was a necessary pain.

​The Battlefield was where he lived. Activated the Mag-Coil network within his armour, he felt a deep agony strain through every molecule of his form. He winced for a moment, gritted teeth bared as he growled lowly. A Bellator moved to his side; ​"Bombers on approach Chieftain." ​The Matador nodded, his gaze returning to the compound as he activated his comlink in his helm, contacting the entire Ancient Eye forces.

​"Bombers in route. Prepare for combat."

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Post #1​

Attn: [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="The Matador"]​

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• Objective A
  Valley near Hand of Light compound, Tund

The ground shuddered as the massive, hulking form of the AM-AT slithered across the mountainous terrain, forty meters of weapons, engines and machinery packed into a segmented shell of high-grade durasteel. The Centipede siege walker was an odd machine, frightening in appearance with its multi-legged, jointed structure, a design which allowed it to go where few other walkers could.

Due to the compound's location and the defenses which the enemy had set up, it was decided early on that an aerial assault on the base would best be avoided, as it would only result in disproportionate casualties for the assault party. Not an army, as the terrain would make it difficult to navigate a large force through the area and it would be impossible to conceal its approach from the enemy. That and the narrow valley would negate any advantage numbers would have.

As such, only a pair of Centipede walkers would make the difficult trek to the enemy base, each packed with three squads of ten soldiers, all of them skilled, battle-hardened veterans.

Their target, their enemy, were the hated Hand of Light. Ruthless terrorists who waged a guerrilla war against the Ancient Eye and its vassal states, all in the name of the Jedi Code which they so forcibly attempted to impose onto everyone. But these terrorists were far from the romanticized version of the Jedi Knights, who in the stories were always the heroes, always doing the right thing and protected the innocent from the villains. The Hand of Light's roster of tactics included such things as suicide bombings, the taking of hostages and the use of said hostages as impromptu human shields.

Their cowardice, hypocrisy and wanton violence had earned them the ire of the powers that be. Now, the forces of the Ancient Eye had descended upon Tund, bringing with them all the wrath and savagery that they were known for. Their attackers were no hypocritical Lightsiders, however. Forged on the anvil of hardship, the Shrouded Republic understood that harshness was necessary. The slogan carved into the rocky pillars which led into Westender City, back on Winter, embodied the highest principles that these people upheld. Peace through strength. And justice without mercy.

 

[Aeron Tosh]

Post: 2

Objective: A (Shutting down Anti-air defenses, Espionage)

As Aeron closed in on the compound he noticed the AM-AT looming in the distance. "Hell's about to break loose so I have to make this quick", Aeron said to himself as he began putting on his perfect disguise.

Aeron being part of the SR intelligence - and being part of the group that found out about Tund - gave him the perfect opportunity to study his enemies ins and outs. He'd spent some time beforehand having clothes done for himself in order to blend in, the compound was swarming with guards and high-tect security Aeron wouldn't of been able to just fight his way through - Not alone at least.

Aeron, now known as Private Lendu, strolled into the base. A lieutenant, noticing his rather unexpected entrance came down to ask Aeron where he was coming from, to which Aeron said,

"Oh, I'm just coming back from my daily patrol"

"Oh that's fine, but where's the rest of your crew? We never send men to patrol alone."

Shocked, Aeron hesitated to respond but then he began to try and fabricate a lie, "Well....."

"Wait a second! We don't start patrolling until later! We haven't even sent out any soldiers to patrol in weeks because of the harsh weather! Put your hands in the air!"

Aeron didn't panic this time, He swiftly dashed towards the alarmed lieutenant and disarmed him with a single swing of his hand. He circled around him and wrapped his hands around his head.

Snap

The lieutenant was dead, and now Aeron needed to think of a new plan. He took the lieutenant's body and dragged into a safe area, and proceeded to strip him naked. Aeron took his keycard and his clothes.

Aeron opened up his comlink to the Ancient Eye, "I've made it inside the compound while evading detection. The anti-air defenses will be down soon."

 

[Skorvek]

Objective C: Abandoned Shipyard
Post: 1


One of the few things Skorvek despised was traitors and heretics he found no distinction between either of them and he would not give them a quick death in any sense, He will collect there souls and use them for the basins work after he tears the skin from there bones piece by piece and ensure they are awake and aware of every second it happens too. He waited and prepared to create several phantoms as the ship jumped out of hyperspace and cloaked before making its way to a small landing spot in the old shipyard and created 2 realistic phantoms of himself as he went out his blade unsheathed as he sensed for the enemies while keeping himself and his phantoms concealed from sight. Despite his size and strength he was incredibly fast and quiet in his leaps and movement, keeping to the shadows like a ghost haunts its grounds, Despite being the ritualist he would enjoy bloodying his blade with traitors blood.

He just hoped anyone else coming to aid him don't give him away as some of his brothers are more ....noisey then he is in there work espicially if the Matador himself arrives.

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Post: 1
Objective A

This walker was a marvel of technology. It slithered seamlessly over the ground with the elegance of a ballet dancer. Lyra had no idea why the let her in one of these things, but while she had the opportunity she would make the best of it. This machine was a marvel of military engineering and spent most of her time in it taking technical notes, much to the chagrin of the walkers veteran crew. She had a datapad out and began taking every small detail of design. This was technically her job after all she was supposed to be designing tech for the Ancient Eye and also providing EWAR services. However it seemed that these particular foes were not all that concerned with electronic warfare, so she defaulted to researching the development of this technology in order to get ideas for new tech. She saw a lot of room for imporvment in ergonomics, but otherwise the design of the interior was fantastic.

She peeked over the shoulder of the pilot trying to get an idea of what he was doing. He stared at the screen with the sort of determination she had never seen before. Nothing would take him away from his duty. She took notes on his behavior and the various he had to do to keep it moving forward, recording them on her datapad. After awhile of her creeping behind him he finally said something.

"Specialist Sarn what exactly are you doing?"

"Oh im sorry, there isn't much to do in the way of EWAR until we get closer to the base, so im just taking technical notes for research purposes."

"Alright then." The pilot said rather defeatedly.

"Stay behind the other walker let them take point while we provide covering fire. No need to risk unnecessary casualties. Also, inform me when we get within two clicks. That is when the real fun begins."

"Yes Sir"

[member="Kainan Wolfe"]

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

[Double Post]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective B: Military Barracks
​Post: 02

​Rhino Squadron flew through the air, keeping tight against the mountainous terrain as they drew closer to the Military Barracks. "One minute from target." A fuzzy translation came through the Matador's coms, red calculating eyes observed the compound for a moment then turning to the side of the mountain.

​He could not see them yet, but he could feel it; the shift in the wind as battle was imminent. He felt it, the churn in the stomachs of the warriors of the ancient eye. However, hidden behind a mask of ferocity. They were not like other warriors, they had no fear. They believed in the ideology of the Ancient Eye. No longer when stood amongst others did he smell the stench of fear among those he fought beside. He felt rage, and a hunger for glory.

​He felt it engulf him, the pain and the thirst for battle, the excitement as the muscles of his men quaked and strained. The anxious sweat as their weapons held tightly in their palms grow warm against their armour, becoming an extension of themselves. They were true warriors, ready for battle.

​"Bellators, with me!"

​The Matador howled, the Bellators, his elite warriors moving in silence at a diagonal towards the Military Barracks. Steadily drawing closer, ready to meet the first of those who would attempt to escape the incoming fire.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Post #2​

Attn: [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="The Matador"]​

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• Objective A
  Valley near Hand of Light compound, Tund

The report came in from the Precision and Contingency agent embedded into the compound just as the two walkers made the final turn that brought them within full view of the compound. By now, their enemy had spotted the two mechanical eldritch horrors slithering their way across the ground and sprung into frantic action, mobilizing to defend their hideout. "Roger that, Agent Tosh," Wolfe responded. "We are commencing our assault. Alpha Wolf out."

Switching channels, he sent a tightbeam message to the second walker, a string of orders. "Centipede Two, we have arrived at the objective. All units, disembark and assume defensive positions to block access to the valley," he instructed. The enemy had a defensible position that would be difficult to assault. Wolfe aimed to turn that advantage against them and trap them within the compound like rats in a cage. "Specialist Sarn, jam their communications. We don't want them calling reinforcements," he ordered as he and his troops descended from the walker on cables.

"Walkers, go to siege mode," came the next command and what the Centipedes did, was something extraordinary. Shuffling, they repeatedly tapped their rear legs into the ground, driving them deeper and deeper, as the rear claw of the machine drove itself into the ground, grasping it into an unmoving durasteel grip.

The two walkers reared up. The front halves of the machines coiled into an S-shape, like a snake, raising their frightening heads over the battlefield just as the first parties of terrorists charged onto the bridge, scrambling madly to reach their assailants. "No prisoners. Open fire."

 

[Salij-Nekt]

Objective: C
Post: 1

Salij was aboard the ship along with [member="Skorvek"], as they headed in to the shipyards. The Anubian left the ship with Skorvek and the other's phantoms, his pole-axe taken from his back and now in hand. "I shall draw attention" the axe-wielding Anubian said as he trailed off away from the shadows, moving through the open. Occasionally he tapped the spear end of his pole-axe against the ground, as if taunting them, letting them know of their coming doom. "I am the blade of priests...the executioner of their will...and you stand against their will!" the Anubian spoke aloud. Marching forward towards where the insurgents lie in waiting. Once he neared them, he held his axe high, ready to fight.

 

[Aeron Tosh]

Post: 3

Objective: A (Shutting down anti-air defenses, Espionage)

Just as soon as Aeron began to make his way to the compound's control room Aeron received a transmission from Wolfie saying he was going to begin his assault. Perfect timing, now Aeron was going to have a much easier time going unnoticed through out the chaos of people getting shot at furiously and scrambling to get their soldiers prepared.

Aeron continued on towards the control room, going against the huge crowd of bustling soldiers sprinting to get to the bridge until he got to the control room and swiped his keycard.

Beep. Beep. "Access Denied"

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Post 2
Objective A

Almost immediately after she finished her note taking on the pilot the communications officer called Lyra over. He had recived a message from Centipede One.

"Specialist Sarn we have just recieved a message from Centipede One, they have ordered us to initiate comms jamming on the enemy force."

"Rodger that." Lyra replied with a great amount of enthusiasm.

Lyra immediately made her way to the back of the cockpit, sliding down the ladder to the impromptu EWAR command center. She sat in her chair with a great amount of urgency, and flipped a comically large switch on the control panel labeled Jamming ON/OFF. As did this she dialed in the enemy comms frequencies. As she did this the large communications jammer began whirring to life, beginning spin faster and faster, as the machine whirred up enemy communications would become more and more difficult before becoming near impossible. This was a broad spectrum jammer designed to jam numerous different types of communication, they would not get a peep out of that base.

Lyra flipped on the large headset hooked up to the walkers comms array and sending out a reply message.

"Centipede Two here, jamming engaged awaiting further orders." she replied.

[member="Kainan Wolfe"]

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Post #3​

Attn: [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="The Matador"]​

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• Objective A
  Valley near Hand of Light compound, Tund

Three bright red beams sprouted to life from three emitters. Three bright red beams met in the air, dancing around eachother, coalescing, turning and twisting. The three became one. A blinding crimson beam cut through the air as the first of the walkers fired on the figures frantically trying to cross the bridge. It impacted, tearing the pavement where it struck, lashing out across the structure to incinerate a squad of enemies. For a little over a second that beam sliced and insurgents died.

Five seconds later, the second walker fired. Another crimson beam danced its deadly dance across the bridge, cutting through the enemy force, sweeping them away like flies, like a reaper scything wheat. The process repeated itself every five seconds. One walker fired, while the other recharged.

The first enemy group reached the end of the bridge. The Shrouded Republic's soldiers met them with blaster fire and concussion grenades. Explosions rippled through the air. Enemies died. Blood and dismembered bodyparts flew this way and that. It was chaos.

It was war. Battle was carefully managed chaos, an art and a science, as old as the galaxy itself. Ever since the first bacteria took form, it killed the second bacteria and since then, war has reigned. The galaxy has had billions of years of perfecting the art of war. Today, it was waged with machines and missiles and projectiles of blinding light.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective B: Military Barracks
​Post: 03

​"This is Rhino Squadron, we are making our approach. Danger close is fifteen metres."

​The Bellators halted just beyond ten, standing as their hardlight shields activated; ready for the incoming strike. The Matador strode forward a few feet more, feeling the cling of Oribuir on his back as he grinded to a halt; kicking up massive chunks of sand as his body strained to a stop, the metal groaning as his upper body anchored into a malevolent hunch; face pressed outward as his eyes caught a glimpse of heat, his infrared vision picking up the signatures of some bodies moving along the battlement of the barracks.

​He felt their heat, the flesh. The calm of their bodies, the beat of their hearts in the chest of every unsuspecting mercenary. Suddenly, and brashly interrupted. The sound of bombs raining down upon the Mercenaries was music to his ears, the spire now had pillars of fire and smoke reaching high into the sky, tents and small compartments set ablaze. Suddenly, Mercenaries began to pour out from the main gate as their home was set ablaze, fire rising into the night sky.

​"Bellators! Begin our assault!"

​The Matador cried out with a vicious roar, the heat of battle. His senses extended, feeling the fear of his enemies, the adrenaline, the confusion. Intertwined with the eager march of Ancient Eye forces; the agony of his armour. It drove him to the edge of sanity, making him feral. The Matador leapt forward, the force carrying him towards the Mercenary forces as Oribuir came to hand.

 

[Aeron Tosh]

Post: 4

Objective: A (Espionage)

Aeron sort of expected the lieutenant's keycard to fail. No worries though, as Aeron always had a back up plan - and if he didn't. He'd make one.

Aeron pulled up his cybernetic arm and opened up it's terminal. He started scurrying through the HoL's security until he found their one vulnerability and hacked into it.

Aeron shut down all the security cameras, and he went to go jam their communications but it seems like somebody already did that. Once Aeron was done with all the security related issues he manually opened the door for himself. No one even batted an eye towards Aeron because of their focus on the hectic chaos going on outside.

Aeron scanned the room until he found the terminal that controlled the anti-air turrets they've set up, who had a technician setting in a chair controlling it. Once Aeron went over to the technician he decided it was time to use a weapon so strong that even the likes of a force user would be blown away by.

He simply used his words.

"Hey, The commander needs you working on floor 2. They said their having problems getting the cameras to turn back on. I'll take your place from here"

Aeron sat in the comfy chair and with a few clicks of a button the entire anti-air turrets were completely shut down and Aeron made sure it'd stay that way by pulling out some wires from the terminal while nobody was looking.

"This should give our navy some time to do their work"

Aeron quickly went back to the door way he'd enter from and took a poisonous grenade off of his utility belt and threw it in the center of the control room before shutting the door behind him.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Post #4​

Attn: [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Srina Talon"]​

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• Objective A
  Valley near Hand of Light compound, Tund

Three times the enemy attempted to cross the bridge. Three times they attempted to storm the Shrouded position. Twice they almost managed to cross the bridge. They were mowed down by soldiers. Wolfe reached out into the Force and lashed out with a telekinetic blast that sent two insurgents flying off the bridge, screaming as they plummeted to their deaths. All three times, they failed. The Shrouded Republic's strike unit held their position with minimal casualties on their side. Only a few infantrymen had fallen in the assault.

"All units, advance to the foot of the bridge," Wolfe ordered in the same calm, emotionless tone as before, as if this was just another day at the office. "Centipedes, target the gates of the enemy base and fire at will," he said as the infantry advanced at a brisk pace, taking positions where the bridge met the rock. "Infantry, stand by for assault."

Opening a comms channel, Wolfe hailed the Precision and Contingency operative within the base. "Agent Tosh, exfil from the base. Air assault is inbound. If the opportunity presents itself, eliminate any enemy officers you encounter, otherwise withdraw."

"Specialist Sarn, see if you can slice into their computer network and rig their reactor to go critical. Wait until Agent Tosh has exited the compound," the Lord of Shrouds instructed. Switching channels again, he gave another green light. "Air units, this is Alpha Wolf. Enemy air defenses are down. You are cleared for attack run."

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Post 3
Objective A
The jammers had completely revved up far before they got to the bridge. Their comms were jammed and there was nothing they could do about it. However she could do so much more. She used her technical skills to slither her digital tendrils through the enemies computer network. Bouncing from computer to computer to computer until the entire network began to reveal itself, node by node, end point by end point. Soon she had a map of almost their entire computer network, and from there she knew what she could do. Heading from the central server cluster she found equipment codes that normally are used in hypermatter annihilation reactors. Even better, they were running old software that hadn't been updated in years. They were full of vuulnerabilities ready to be exploited.

She pulled up a page on her datapad on industrial control units, and found one that appeared to be a coolant pump controller. She knew of a few vulnerabilities for that particular model of ICU. She pulled up a pre made worm and slapped the payload on there, the payload in question would completely shut off coolant flow and also work to disable pressure release valves. The idea being that the hypermatter annahilation reactor would build up pressure until it went up in a spectacular explosion. Hypermatter is highly reactive and highly explosive outside of a controlled enviornment. She did not know how much damage it would cause but it would be deadly.

Lyra injected the virus in via an unprotected laptop using wireless earphones, after that, the virus would get working. She pulled up the vital statistics of the reactor so she could monitor the progress. Lyra sent a message to Centipede One "This is Centipede Two to Centipede One, I am advising that all ground troops hold back, there is about to be one hell of an explosion and I want to limit casualties. For now just sit back and watch the fireworks, ETA to Big Fething Explosion 20 minutes."

[member="Kainan Wolfe"] [member="Aeron Tosh"]

 

[Kiso]

[member="The Matador"]​

• Objective B
  Desert Barracks Post #1

Mercenary's, people that profited off war and fought for nothing other then money, anyone who could wield a gun and charged for their services, but only some where any good at their job. Often enough low end guns for hire where but cannon fodder for the larger galactic powers, used to soften up an enemy before committing their own forces, she was not like that. Orphaned and at a young age and taken in by a mercenary group the she was raised in this sort of environment but the troop she was apart of climbed above the rest.

'Warmongers' they were an elite mercenary group, veterans of old wars, including force sensitiveness and other powerful fighters, her own mentor being apart of this task force training Kiso into the woman she was today, the cyborg being a testament to their skill as she was only as half as good as their average member. These people however where not like that, mere deserters from some other area of space hoping to make cash by offering themselves to terrorists, but a death with in her mind.

The Atrisian general stood along side the hulking mass of a man as the bombing run flattered the extremities of the barracks, the sound and colour being a beautiful sight to watch, sabre resting blade first in the ground before the assault began started. "So it begins", Kiso was piratically left in the dust as the blood thirsty warriors and almost mentally insane combatants charged the barracks, earning an eye roll from the cyborg, ".... sometimes I wonder why we are allied to such reckless hate".