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Techno Union Invasion of Rebel Alliance Geonosis

Raziel

Dark Jedi Spymaster
Raziel
Character Bio
Location: S1416 [North of TU FoB]
Objective: Prepare
Enemies: Socialism
Allies: Capitalism

NPC Force:
S1518:
47th Artillery Battery: 2xPounder Heavy Mech
12th Artillery Battery 5x J-1 Proton Cannons
GBAD: 1xF5 Buckler Anti-air walker
1xCRAM Spider
S1717:
12th Artillery Battery 5x J-1 Proton Cannons
GBAD: 2xF5 Buckler Anti-air walker
1xCRAM Spider
(Assume a FOO is going forward with troops to ridge)

Raziel hated this work. Nothing but heat and sandstorms. He was an urban creature by nature, brought up in the sprawling vertical cities of Nar Shaddaa. The Spymaster was at home manipulating people and technology, not battling the elements. Still the manufacturing centres of the world were of great importance to the Techno Union, not to mention vital to the world’s ecx

Behind him, the pre-fab FOB was being completed by engineers, with plenty of anti-air missiles and laser cannons for defence. It wouldn’t hold off much, but it was there as a rallying point and HQ from which the operation could be directed.

He looked up to the ridgeline before him. Fairly high, but not too steep, it ran south west to north east. On the fair side, merely a click or so away was the rebel base. Behind that was an air base, and further back there were signs of reinforcements heading this way. Their scouts were already looking for approach routes and checking for mines. What was of interest was the network of catacombs underneath the region. That would become the world battlefield, he was certain. Whilst the surface would be dominated by armoured regiments clashing at distance, the underground would become a smoke-filled death trap for infantry. Many great names had assembled on this day though. Many had joined the Techno Union as a beacon of freedom, civilisation and technological advancement. Away from the burdening bureaucracy of the Republic, and tyrannical sith reign where whole worlds were exterminated for Vong forming, many had found a suitable home. The tax breaks were probably a good draw too.

“Get mechanised infantry up on that ridge immediately,” Raziel said to one of the nearby officers. He smiled a weak smile, and Raziel knew he was speaking redundantly. The sentient soldiers who commanded the droid legions of the Techno Union knew their business. The Techno Union war machine had been at full throttle for years now, under various guises. “I’m heading for the catacombs.”



Important notice: Everyone’s first post in this invasion is assumed to be their acceptance of the code of conduct. Violation of the code of conduct will lead to removal from the thread.
[SIZE=13pt]Rules
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  1. 5 Allies
  2. 2 characters per writer
  3. Determination of victory will be entirely dependent on PVP interaction and the judging of the fights by the FA's. If you participate in a fight and leave the fight through abstaining, it will constitute a loss on your part. If through a genuine (and not agreed) absence, the fight will be judged at that point.
  4. All members are responsible for ensuring that all problems that occur within the invasion that cannot be solved by PM/OOC thread must be routed through their own Faction Admins. Faction Admins from both sides will then resolve the issue. If players of either faction are found in violation of rule #4, please see the consequences of rule #5.
  5. Both Faction Owners agree to forcibly remove players who wish to interrupt the Invasion whether by OOC drama or IC meta power moves from the Invasion. We agree to do this by requesting a thread ban from the Administrators. [See Code of Conduct for guidance]
  6. The invasion will last for three weeks. One side’s FAs may concede defeat at any time.
  7. No second chancing the first RPJ's decision. Accept it and move on.
  8. There is a 24hr cut off before a PC character may move on if their opponent does not reply or if they are not engaged, unless conversation with the opposing writer has been agreed to wait more. The mention button is not infallible. We would suggest pming your opponent each time you post against one another, in order to collaborate. However, if no response is given, please communicate with the FL's, with your pvp partner in the pm, so everyone is aware of the conditions and the movement forward.
  9. All participants must label their posts with an appropriate header, setting out their location and the location and orders given to NPCs
  10. All NPC units must be utilized from the first post or else they will be forfeit. No NPC's may be traded between players. What you start with is what you have:
    Trainee/Acolyte: 100
  11. Adept / Knight: 200
  12. Elite / Master: 300

[*]NPC infantry may be traded for vehicles:
  1. 50 for an AT-AT scale walker
  2. 20 for heavy artillery
  3. 20 for a main battle tank
  4. 20 for a tank sized walker
  5. 10 for other vehicles
  6. If in doubt ask!


[SIZE=13pt]Code of Conduct[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]1. [/SIZE]Be polite and respectful in OOC/PMs at all times
[SIZE=9pt]2. [/SIZE]Please do not claim “auto-hits” on opposing Player Characters, where an “Auto-hit” is defined as an action the assumes damage on the opponent
[SIZE=9pt]3. [/SIZE]Attempt to resolve any queries with your opponent’s post in a polite manner. Do not demand edits rudely or threaten to report.
[SIZE=9pt]4. [/SIZE]Attempt to find a middle ground to solutions where both parties cannot agree
[SIZE=9pt]5. [/SIZE]Bring up any issues you cannot resolve with your Faction Administrators. Reporting should be a last resort.
[SIZE=9pt]6. [/SIZE]Do not go to the Faction Administrators of the other side to complain about a member directly
[SIZE=9pt]7. [/SIZE]People not adhering to the Code of Conduct may be removed from the invasion in accordance with rule #5



Maps:
Surface (One grid = 100m, mark location SXXXX)
Rebels Start: S0011 > S1901
TU Start: S0919>S1913
Locations:
S0711 Bravo foundry
S0510 Airforce base
Entrances to Underground: see bottom post
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Underground Hive (one hex = 50m, mark UXXXX)
Movement between underground and surface at the four exits at each edge.
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Location of underground on surface map. Entrances at: S0313, S0917,S1314,S0607
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Fleeting:

  • Ships may move an amount of hexes equal to: 11-(speed/2) on the new system or: 11-(speed) on the old system. All rounded up. So a ship with speed 12 on the new system may move 5 hexes per turn.

  • Each ship begins with a number of shield (if applicable) and hull points equal to its length in metres. How damage is resolved is entirely up to the writer, but a standard indicator of health must be used. [Significant Armour, Redundant shields, Advanced Shields each at 10% to the respective score]

  • Ships may fire at regular range at 4 hexes, at ‘long range’ at 8 hexes.

  • All ships must be listed in an OOC box with the following information: Hex location, Captain [if PC], Orders, Shields, Hull integrity

  • Rebel forces and orbital stations to start above orange lines, Techno Union below blue




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Adding ships to image optional, but following code to be used to describe fleet:

Ship name Location Speed(hexes) Shields Hull Orders
1xGunray 1611 3 1815 1815 Scan

Allies:
1. [member="Jarven Zexxel"]
2. [member="Shamus Walker"]
3. [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
4. [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]
5. [member="Kian Karr"]

1. [member="Darth Venefica"]
2. [member="Silara Kuhn"]
3. [member="Vrag"]
4. [member="Ayden Cater"]
5. [member="Greta Kohler"]
 

Laira Darkhold

Well-Known Member
L
Location: -->1316
Objective: Destroy the Rebel Base
Allies: Techno Union, [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Marek Starchaser"]
Enemies: Rebels
Force:
ACS-503 Mythosaur Mobile Fortress (1)
ACS-503 Mythosaur Mobile Fortress (1)
ACS-503 Mythosaur Mobile Fortress (1)
ACS-501 Redeemer Battle Tanks (6)
Infantry (30)


The thunderous stomps of metal beasts shook the earth. Twenty thousand tons of steel and armor lumbered over the first hill of Geonosis’ terrain, dipping into a valley obscuring our target behind the mountain before us. In the shadow of the cliffs, the three Mythosaur’s thundered down into the valley, raising their guns, shields fully active and pumped to full, weapons unlocked and ready to start raining pain upon our enemies. Within their hulls sat armored warriors and vehicles from both my contingent and that of [member="Tmoxin Temi"] whom I was escorting into the fray.

Even as we approached we could feel the war was coming strong, and we would be a focal point in this battle, as Mythosaur’s were meant to be. I stood in the operations command center, overseeing the initial steps of the assault. From here I would orchestrate much of the destruction of the Rebel Base and would assault the remnants of their defenses once the shelling was done. “Weapons Hot, shield breaker EMP ACS-603’s in the chamber, missiles unlocked fire on confirmation of target.” I turned to the blonde woman beside me, who would be leading the ground forces of our battle group. “It’s going to be a lovely day out in the desert, Commander. I’ll buy the first round when we win this shindig.”

*My Gear is in Signature
 

Corey's OOC

And where were the spiders
Corey's OOC
Location: --->1317
Objective: Annihilation of mediocrity to make way for the golden age of science, technology and the holy credit
Enemy: Rebels, Socialists,
Allies: Techno Union, capitalism, credits, [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

TA3 Tactical Droids (5)
Command Variant Vector LAV (1)
RE-1 RedEye Probe Droids (10)
Hailfire-class Battle Droids (20)
ACS-501 Redeemer Battle Tanks (4)
J-1 Semi Autonomous Artillery (8)
TA4 Ultra Battle Droids (20)

Marek Starchaser was on the war machine. This was a bit different for him, really he was here for emotional support and to inspire the droids. Their programming was fragile and needed the Foreman of the Techno Union present (not really, but it was what he said). Really, it was for the men. If he was here, even in his custom Obsidian Armor, it meant that he was taking the war side of the Union seriously. Sure, he had others, like Draco, who were more suited for this kind of work, but if he had the option to murderize a few people with Force lightning until their molars popped and eyes melted? Why wouldn't he take the chance?

"And make sure that the Victorious Union shows up after we've claimed the world. I want to make sure that everyone here understands we do care." Except Rebels. They were almost as bad as the Vong. Did they even have showers in the Selectivist Alliance? Of course, he was working. That was how he did it. What he really wanted was to make sure he had a DJ or guitar player with a flamethrower keeping the morale of his team up. He had speakers on his LAV, and that would have to do, really.

As soon as the force was assembled, the unit that Marek was in charge of began warming up their weapons. "Alert all units we will be following Vereen's unit and commencing destruction of the Rebels."

Anyone who switched sides could always benefit from Techno Union tax breaks. After SpyNet interrogation.

Maybe.

Marek took a sip from his Corellian Bloodsteel cup and nodded. Why was he really here again?
 

Via Dolorosa

Amans In Tenebris
Via Dolorosa
Character Bio
Location: 0919
Objective: Prepping For The Killing
Allies: Techno Union l [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: Rebel Alliance

Force:

x2 AT-AW
x5 AT-LAW
x100 Dagobah Knights 4 Companies (25 per)


[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4OAlKS6sCQo[/youtube]​
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There were very few pleasures in life she cherished. Her madness had robbed her ruthlessly of a 'normal' life turning her into a blunt instrument to be swung down in blinding speed upon the skull of the galaxy. Crack! And one more life taken. Another widow created. And just another set of fatherless and motherless children forced to live in confusion. Unlike so many in her Order, she didn't crave war to display her power over others but to teach the weak and ignorant where their place was in the pecking order of life. A tough lesson, but a cold hard truth that most fools failed to comprehend until death's hand intervened; then it was to late to be educated.​
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She was a killer, this she would never deny, but she was no mindless killing machine. Not everyone deserved to have their beautiful flame extinguished between two wet fingers, because there were far worse horrors to endure than the final absolution of death. As a master of mind dominance, Mentalist the label associated with her, she had long learned that playing with the minds of others always gave her the greatest pleasure of them all; next to war. She did not come to Geonosis to rob others of their lives, but to bring back test subjects. Science had become another guilty pleasure of hers. However, not everyone was a perfect specimen, thus killing the lesser forms, a necessity today, was simply a method of scavenging through the gene pool garbage.​
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Her forces arrayed all around her, the Dagobah Sith Lady stood with her hands behind her back in a haunting embrace. Her eyes, cursing the wind swept sand, focused out into the horizon. To the naked eye, one would assume she was standing there bidding her time. But like peace, that was a lie. No, she was engaged in her ability, Darksight, through the Force. She never put much stock in what the Force revealed to her since the future was constantly changing; but she didn't survive countless battles by not planning ahead. Everything her eyes witnessed they transferred to her mind, storing them neatly in her memory banks. Throughout the day they would causally look for signs from the visions granted to her.​
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"Notify my Apprentice, [member="Greta Kohler"]," the Queen of Madness said to her ground force's commander, Captain Briuli, just as the last of the visions were seared into her mind. "The time is upon us. War has come to this planet...and let's not keep our host waiting." And smiled as her left hand brushed against her lightsaber's hilt, The Dagobah Curse.​
 

Vrag

The Second Seal, broken.
Vrag
Character Bio
Location: S0919
Objective: Punch things and also people
Allies: [member="Kiran Vess"] | TU & Co.
Enemies: Rebels, obviously


Location: S0919
Forces:

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=09LKrapohhE​
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Now, when one looked to the Hand of the Dark Lord, aesthetics surely weren't among the first associations that came to mind. Not even the second, or the fourth, or… well, you get the point. The woman was generally considered to be pragmatic — brutally so, when the situation called for it — but she could nonetheless appreciate something as ruthlessly beautiful as, say, the perfect march of the Sith troops.

Row after row of matte brown legs rose in unison, already working hard at leaving their mark on the surface of the war-ravaged planet. In front of them, propelled by repulsorlifts, hovered the pair of tanks, casting a dark shadow upon the red sands of Geonosis.

­Convenient, the firrerreo thought to herself as her cold blue eyes left the crimson color of the earth. Whatever happened here today — though the woman entertained little doubts about the outcome of the battle — at least nobody would have to deal with bloodstains that could potentially disrupt the breathtaking panorama. Silver lining, eh?

No? Okay.

In any case, what the Vrag did or didn't think about the fast-approaching conflict was, in the end, completely inconsequential. Hardly anybody even knew she was there, save for the fair few who'd had a hand in her generous aid. When battle broke out, she'd probably establish a link with [member="Darth Carach"], as was customary whenever they found themselves engaged with a similar foe. Not that the man was incompetent in battle — far from it — she merely enjoyed sharing the carnage with him. Almost endearing an act, really, considering what sort of people they were.

While her forces took position upon the peaks of the unnamed mountain range, Vrag took the lull before the battle to focus her thoughts and remove any excess detritus that would only serve to distract her in inopportune moments. The artillery was established, quickly and efficiently, as things were wont to happen on the short leash of the Hand, a contingent of troops left behind to deal with whatever unforeseen threats may arise later on.

With that small tidbit taken care of, the rest of the forces primed to leave and face their opposition in the field of battle. Vrag, sitting somewhere in the back of one of the tanks, was nigh indistinguishable in countenance from the machine of destruction following in their wake; cold, impassive, and infinitely merciless.
 

Kurt Meyer

Let Me Push That Button
Kurt Meyer
Character Bio
Location: S0919
Objective: Earn Money
Allies: [member="Vrag"] | TU & Co.
Enemies: Rebels, obviously

The charging of his blaster resounded slightly as he slammed a fresh powerpack into the massive Annihilator pistol. The weapon glowed slightly, making an odd whirring noise as Kiran checked its sights. Satisfied with the weapon, he flipped it around and slipped it into the large holster on the small of his back, the only place that he could comfortably fit the weapon without it getting in the way of fighting.

His only other weapon was locked into place on the outside of his thigh*, the ones built into his armor* having been checked earlier.

A grin fell on his face as he looked up from his weapons. Briefly he thanked whatever deity watched over him for the fact that his suit was climate controlled. Geonosis was hot and unpleasant, the sun beating down on the heavy mountain rocks with no sign of abating any time soon. His gaze shifted around the mountain clearing, watching the main staples of the One Sith army slowly lumbering about, the great AT-AW forming up in the center of the formation.

Kiran had fought many times with one of those great machines at his back, and even now it was a great comfort to have it here.

Of course he hadn't seen one in quite some time. Saeva was now contracted with the Techno Union. Though they did work with the One Sith, Kiran's primary abode was within the Union. He just happened to play liaison in this particular battle.

Who better to do that?

AS the formation began to head out Kiran grabbed onto a tight metal fitting on the side of the tank, swinging himself up onto the lumbering metal and sitting himself down next to the Sith Lord.

*Check Signature
 

Tmoxin Temi

Blood Monarch
Tmoxin Temi
Character Bio
Location: 1316
Objective: Destroy the Rebel Base
Allies: Techno Union, [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Marek Starchaser"]
Enemies: Rebels

Forces: Morpho Security Division - 100 soldiers with the following: Olympian Battle Armor, T-21 Light Repeating Blasters, sniper rifles, MiniMag PTL missile launchers, thermal detonators/50 soldiers from the 77th Bothan Ranger Battalion: Special Forces, scouting, sniping and placing KE-6b mines/7 Heavy Tanks

Tmoxin smiled at Commander Vereen, and at his offer to buy her a drink, replied: “My favorite is a glass of Smuggler’s Red, but after spending time on this dustbowl, I think we’re both going to need something more thirst-quenching.”

The Hapan officer was ecstatic to be out in the field again, versus holed up in a clinical glass and durasteel office on Kamino, where rain was constant and thunderstorms prevalent. Her Morpho Security Division, which were made up of ex-Blood Monarch stormtroopers, were also used to the desert climate because they had trained on Lok for so many months prior to this engagement on Geonosis. She had no concerns over how they would handle a sudden sandstorm or blistering hot winds.

Tmoxin didn’t even have to see the Mythosaurs to know that they were making their way into the valley below them. She could literally feel their footsteps through her body as they pounded the terrain. While she had never met Commander Vereen before, she had heard his name whispered on the Terminus battlefield where she had been stationed to take control of a droid foundry on a previous assignment with the OS. Luckily, she was no longer with the OS and this time they were on the same side. In addition to the Morpho Security Division, Tmoxin had also rounded up Bothan soldiers from the 77th Bothan Ranger Battalion. She planned to have them take up scouting and sniping duties, also placing mines where appropriate, while her Morpho team would storm the front line with T-21 Light Repeating Blasters and missle launchers. She brought with her a few heavy tanks to support Commander Vereen, from who she would be taking orders.

From the viewscreen in their tank, Tmoxin watched the six-legged Mythosaurs slowly move ahead. Prior to this she was only familiar with the Automadon as being the premiere machine for the battlefield, but after watching these unique mechanicals for a bit, she came to the conclusion that these metal monstrosities were an equal if not better option for military droids.
 

Orick T'ane

Troublemaker
Orick T'ane
Character Bio
Location: S1416
Objective: Get 'er Done
Allies: The boys with the droids
Enemies: Rebel Scum

Forces


5xACS-501 Redeemer Battle Tanks [100]

3xCRAM Spider http://starwarsrp.net/topic/55238-cram-spider/ [30]

3xF5 Buckler http://starwarsrp.net/topic/43105-f5-buckler/ [30]

5xConfederate Hunter-Killer Droid( support) http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35574-confederate-hunter-killer-droid/ [5]
[300]

Gear
Sledgehammer assault rifle
Heavy blaster pistol
Cybernetic Body Enhancement
Armor
Darts x12

Orick watched from the turret of the redeemer tank as his forces got set. He had the tanks of his forces spread out on either side of his tank and he had pushed the Ackley IFV's forward to lead the charge once the fighting began. His CRAM spiders and F5's were behind his line of tanks, they were on air defense and they needed to be away from the fighting as much as possible. His HK drones were sitting on the makeshift landing pad he had constructed for them. He was going to keep them back and wait for the fighting to start, why show all of his cards before he had the advantage.

He opened the comms on his helmet and glanced around one more time at his battle group " Engines hot, turn all shields on, get active sensors up and scanning for anything that's not us. Begin moving forward at patrol speed, don't outpace the rest of the army." He toggled off the comm he had with his droids and stood up in the turret of the tank. He watched as the vehicles of his battlegroup cycled their engines. The walker droids stomped impatiently behind him and he tried not to laugh. they might be droids, but they were still anxious to get into a good scrap. dust filled the air as the front of his force began to slowly move forward. visibility would be rough at the start until he gt into some open ground. The wind in the mountains swirled and trapped all of the flying dust and sand in the confined area. Sensor reading would be hell to confirm for the first hour or so of this fight. He knew that there were other battle groups staged all around him, each one with a separate commander and job, each with the same intention.... Take this planet
 

Darron Wraith

Honor | Duty | Courage
Darron Wraith
Character Bio
Location: 1913
Objective: Destroy the Rebel Base - Kill Everything
Allies: Techno Union
Enemies: Rebels

Force:

8 S90 MAAT = 80 Infantry
5 P1 Destroyer Droids= 100 Infantry
110 Infantry Soldiers: Olympian Battle Armor, T-21 Light Repeating Blasters, Model 434 Blaster Pistols, Grenades (2)
10 E1000 Droids

Gear:

Check My bio.

Clad in the new Immortal armor, he had been given. Death hovered over the battlefield on top of the P1 Destroyer droid, the monstrous air tank that he had been given. The other four flanked him, as his infantry used their jet packs to traverse the terrain below. Without the helmet, he wore his usual face shield and goggles to protect from any poisons in the air and to shield out the sand. Shoulder length, onyx locks blew in the wind. Kneeling to prevent the wind from propelling him off, he pulled up a holo-display of the battlefield to survey the scene. All of the Techno-Unions forces were arriving in mass together, and they were all converging at the same place.

The Rebel base.

He quickly scanned the map before swapping over to a communication channel that had been set up between he and @Orick T’ane. “Are you sure we don’t need to have our groups together?” Mild concern was laced in his words as Death logged off the channel unless he was pinged back. He slid on the leviathan bracers, and adjusted the taozin amulet under the phrik chest plate in his armor. Activating the gatebreaker node, he felt the energy field flare up from the implant. His silver hand shone, he wasn’t wearing a glove today should he have to use the Nyax cannon. Standing to his full height, he adjusted the Hyperion rifle strapped to his chest. The “Lazy Eye” pistol on his waist sat holstered at the ready, along with the lightsaber hilt of Mace Windu.

His group moved, war was here.

Death would bring it.
 

Velok the Younger

When I Was A Young Warthog
Velok the Younger
Character Bio
Location: S0919, moving to enter U1219 via S0917
Objective: Flush the pipes
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Kiran Vess"], [member="Dagora-Kel"]
Enemies: Rebels

NPC Force:
S0919
250 qo'saarai tuk'ata catacomb guardians (moving to enter U1219)
1 Leviathan of Corbos (staying aboveground)

She would have merely fought for the Techno Union. She would have come alone, or with a few of the Sithspawn she'd cultivated over a long career. She would have engaged some random Jedi in a duel, and killed or left without much of a care -- she'd never been the sort to hate Jedi because someone told her she should hate Jedi. There were so many other things to hate. So she would have just shown up, punched her time card, maybe killed someone, and that would have been the end of it.

If not for her brother's child. Still a girl, still an idealist. Fond memories, even if Zhol Kash Dinora -- 'it is finished' in High Sith -- hadn't seen the child in years. From afar, she'd noted with pride as the girl had tracked down her sanctum and sought to understood its contents and inhabitants. The qo'saarai had been impressed with her.

Then she'd gone to visit a Rebel Alliance world, and Rebel troopers had shot her in the back.

She'd played the hero in the wrong place and at the wrong time, the child had. Intercepted a terrorist, an enemy of the Rebels, and taken him down -- only to be shot when the Rebels opened indiscriminate fire from all directions. She'd barely survived what had to qualify as the most avoidable friendly fire incident in history, and she'd been doing their jobs for them at the time. Shot in the back while lying face down with her broken hands behind her head.

Her aunt, Zhol Kash Dinora, had summoned the qo'saarai and waited. Not long, though.

The qo'saarai tuk'ata wore the livery of the woman Kash had been. Each was armed with a trench knife and an elite heavy blaster; each wore a long coat of alchemized terentatek hide and bracers of leviathan's skin; each had a shield and vision augmentation, not that they needed it. These were uplifted tuk'ata catacomb guardians, some of them old as the hills. Each was a sentient being, silently coordinating with his or her packmates through telepathy and long-honed instinct. Never before had they been deployed with the tools that had been made for them. Never before had they gone to war in fulfillment of their old bargain. They represented a non-negligible percentage of the qo'saarai population, and they carried with them a keen awareness that today there could only be victory.

Bipedal, or on four legs in rough terrain, the blue-black tuk'ata descended into the tunnel, and Kash went with them.
 

Oddball

This is what happens when you tap the glass
Oddball
Location: Air base
Objective: Assault
Allies: Rebel Alliance
Enemies: Confederacy of Independent Systems.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=vSkb0kDacjs%22%5D"]https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=vSkb0kDacjs%22%5D

Oddball stood in the valley of the shadow of death, and he feared no evil this day. He didn't fear the Union or the mechanical monstrosities that they brought here to once again enslave the Geonosians with a puppet queen. The ex confederate Dreadguard knew what the union was fully capable of, he knew that they would stop at nothing to win and the only way to truly stop them was to kill them all. They knew not rest, and they knew no pain. Only credits and death, so oddball had his men rally with him, two hundred rebel troopers all armed with blaster rifles, grenades, and missile launchers. All ready to die if need be in the name of freedom and hope for a better tomorrow.

"I won't lie to any of you, the Techno Union is better equipped then us, more than likely outnumbers us, and will do everything they can to make sure we are nothing but a distant memory." oddball said loudly.

"They want to paint us as the bad guy, they want to say we are terrorists and killers. Maybe their right, maybe we are. But at the end of the day we weren't the ones who killed billions! We aren't the ones who enslaved! We aren't the ones who shot down civilian craft with geonosian children aboard! We aren't the ones who have dark lords of the sith ruling over them and we aren't the ones who betray their children! We are here for the people! We are here for freedom! We are here to protect and safeguard what is good and right! So if they want to call us terrorists and killers then so be it! Because we know where they stand! And more importantly we know where we stand!" Oddball raised his DC-18 and shot a round off into the air.

"FOR THE REBELLION!!" There was a thunderous roar of men and women and soon it was time to mount up and go.

Oddball and his men loaded up in the Dropships at the airbase and quickly launched and were airborne. Looking down he could see the incoming troops that were approaching the droid foundry. Since the last visit the rebellion had halted the production of droids and there was nobody there besides the men guarding it. There wouldn't be zombie droids this time around. So oddball and his men soared above head waiting for an opportunity to open up so they could press the attack.

NPCs
200 Rebel Troopers with jet packs
100 with blaster rifles
50 with rocket launchers
25 with LMG blasters
25 with anti tank sniper rifles
6 drop ships

Oddball's gear
Weapons
Viccae Assault Rifle.

The Good Samaritan.

DC-18

Grenades

Ray shield grenade.

Particle shield grenade

Gadgets

Exosuit.

Augmented Shooting Tool.

Ysalamari.

Armor
Clone Commando Armor
 

Komo

OOC account
Komo
Location: S0919
Objective: Prepping for the killing
Allies: Techno Union | [member="Darth Venefica"]
Enemies: Rebel Alliance

Forces
x 2 AT-HK
x 40 Desert Stormtroopers
x 20 Imperial Jumptroopers




[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MgYnKu8RYAU[/youtube]​



Greta had arrived prepared for her second invasion. This time, she was present in the support of the Techno Union, and she had brought along a small contingent of forces, moving to convene and merge into her master, [member="Darth Venefica"]'s army. It had been hardly anytime at all since she had been under the Sith Lord's apprenticeship, and had yet to learn any force powers nor possess a lightsaber. But that didn't mean that she was helpless or weak. She was as capable a combatant as they came, and would only grow ever stronger in the battles to come. She was still dressed in her Stormtrooper armour, the very same type she wore when she was still serving in the military. She would replace it, eventually. But for now, it came with a personal touch, dyed black in its entirety with the occasional red markings of the One Sith.

Armed with a DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle and a Dauntless Combat Blade for close quarters, she was more than ready and raring to go. This was yet another chance to prove to herself and her detractors that she was no weakling. The Rebel Alliance would pay dearly for their defiance, that she was highly certain of. By whose hands it did not matter, as long as they did. There had to be consequences for courting death. Her comrades had come to deal said consequences, and they would not be left wanting. Blood would be spilled today in copious amounts, and she would assist in seeing to it that it would be Rebels blood that flowed.

She was coordinating and relaying plans and efforts with her forces, when one of her masters Dagobah Knights came up to her and issued her an order. She was wanted by her master's side. It must be time. Rounding up her plans, she left her forces in the hands of a extremely capable commander, Captain Volker. Walking up to her master with her helmet held underarm, she stood beside her before saying "What a lovely day!" before putting on said helmet, getting ready to move off with the forces.
 
Major Faction

Caulder Dune

Derisive Umbaran
Caulder Dune
Character Bio
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YF3jeAPGhrY[/youtube]​

Location: S0918 > S0617
Objective: Destroy Selectivist Airbase
Allies: The Techno Union ([member="Darth Carach"])
Enemies: Selectivist Scum

Forces:

Equipment:

It was time to take back what belonged to the Techno Union. The foundries of Geonosis had languished under selectivist control. There was no export. There was no industry. The Geonosians had no one to sell to aside from their selectivist overlords. And being that the Selectivist overlords had absolutely no real credit to their names, one could see how that became a problem. Under the selectivists, Geonosis was as poor and forlorn as it had ever been. Well, that was how Adekos liked to imagine it was, anyway. The selectivists probably had some stunning counter-narrative, but no one really cared what they had to say.

Unless of course what they had to say was "we surrender, we surrender, also we're done with this selectivism thing it was a rather silly/bad idea."

He could dream.

He could also slaughter them mercilessly with relative impunity. That was why Adekos was currently at the head of a mobile infantry batallion. Hundreds of Talos-Series combat droids were loaded onto sturdy, reinforced MTAT transports. For escorts, there were a couple of ACS-501 Redeemer Main Battle Tanks. Adekos had little love for the Republic or Mandalorians, but if ArmaTech Systems was willing to join forces with the Techno Union in the name of capitalism, Adekos had little complaint. Besides, their more individual products nicely complemented Adekos personal guard of TA4s.

From within his command MTAT, Adekos gave the order to move out. Darth Carach's armored battalion and a complement of his ever-garish royal guards would be escorting Adekos' strike force to the rebel airbase. Carach's orders were simple because he was a simple man when it came to tactics. Adekos' tanks would bring up the rear of the MTATs. Carach's tanks would take point, and his anti-aircraft defenses would form a ring around the MTATs and the royal guard.

That was simple enough, wasn't it?

"Testing. Testing. Can you hear me, Carach?" Adekos flicked the comms panel in his MTAT. The cockpit was rather crowded. "We're moving out. Stick to the route."
 

Jairus Starvald

Eidoloclast
Jairus Starvald
Character Bio
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: S0918 -> S0617[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: Establish Approach[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: The Techno Union; [member="Adekos"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: Rebel Alliance[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]~~~~[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]NPC[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]
[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][005] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]ACS-501 Redeemer Battle Tank[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [050][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][003] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Pounder Heavy Mech[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [150][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][003] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]CRAM Spider[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [030][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][003] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]F5 Buckler[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [030][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][035/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]005[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]] Royal Guards [040][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Total: [300][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]
[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Destruction.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]In some ways it was the natural order of things.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]You couldn’t have life, new beginnings or development without a destruction of [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]something[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] preceding the creation process. It didn’t work that way or at least… it didn’t work that way in the experience of one Darth Carach, Voice of the Dark Lord. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Perhaps he was simply biased, not a strange thing for a Sith.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Today the Techno Union had landed on Geonosis, officially the Corporatocracy was here to reestablish order and reclaim territory that simply [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]belonged[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] to them. But the Voice knew the truth of the matter, and that truth was that today began a new policy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Extermination of vermin.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]They would root out this Rebel threat, break their spirits and burn their- well, perhaps for PR reasons they wouldn’t go as far as that, but there would be a reckoning coming. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Of that they could all be sure.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The Sith Lord sighed and rubbed his brow, sometimes it was so much easier to fight a battle for the Sith. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]At least then you didn’t have to concern yourself with public relationships and all that nonsense.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]"Reading ya loud and clear, Adekos." the Sith Lord would simply say, his hand gesturing to his Lieutenant. They would be moving.[/SIZE]
 

Davin Jusik

TIE Bomber LT- DREX
Davin Jusik
Character Bio
Location: S0511
Enemies: Corporate Fascists and company
Allies: Rebel yeah! REBELS.

Max cursed as the alert came down the com line along the tunnel system that had recently been commissioned by the AOSS. There were AV positions and machine gun pillboxes littered about the system, allowing little rays of sunlight into the dimly lit area. Max had spent the previous weeks showing Marines and AOSS Agents around it, along with teaching them some tricks for the horrible combat that was sure to erupt in his system and the catacombs. He wore a painted set of Phase V Confederate Marine Armor given to him by the former Dreadguard Oddball. The rest of those under his charge wore standardized armor and carried 47s with a few scatterguns thrown in,unless designated for a heavier role.

"If you have a shot take it, AV get ready. You'll have to make your shots count, we want to get them tied up. Remember what we're doing here. Fight for your other brothers and sisters that will die today." Max sent over the coms as he adjusted his position and shifted. He felt something brush against his leg as he did so.

Ysalamir. The weird lizard like creature made a noise of discontentment beside him. Something command had shipped down shortly before the battle. It seemed to have taken a liking to Max, trotting about wherever he went like a pet of sorts.

Equipment/soldiers: 300 Rebel Infantry, AR47s, Blaster pistols/scatterguns, gun emplacements scattered throughout. AV at certain holes.

Max's stuff: Phase V Confederate Marine Armor
RelCal Anti-Vehicular Solution
Scoped AR47
.45-70 Slugthrower Revolver
Ysalamir
 
Major Faction

H3xle

Well-Known Member
H3xle
Character Bio
Location: S1914
Objective: Provide for the Safety of Capitalism
Allies: [member="Raziel"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Kiran Vess"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Orick T'ane"] | [member="Death's Hand"] | [member="Zhol Kash Dinora"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="adekos"] | @Techno Union and Allies
Enemies: [member="Oddball"] | Rebel Alliance

Forces

[*]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]1 Acklay Class IFV [26][/SIZE]


[*]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]1 Acklay Class IFV [26][/SIZE]


[*]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]8 Confederate Hunter-Killer Droids [8][/SIZE]

  • [SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Mounting 4 Air-to-surface missiles each (Possible reload at Invasion Landing Zone?)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]
[/SIZE]

Gear
ACS-004 Olympian Battle Armor
ACS-205 Advanced Dual Weapon System

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]The almost inaudible soprano thrum of eight hunter-killer droids mixed with the tenor thrum of the IFVs and the bass thrum of the tanks as Aron's small but fierce force moved onto the field. Far in the distance to the west, slightly more north than due west, the direction his unit was moving, he saw the highest parts of the Rebel Base and Airbase. There were still some miles to go before they got to within combat range. Aron rode a tank, sitting astride it's main gun, cradling his rifle as he watched the area before them. When they got into the battle, he would dismount and direct his forces or enter the fray himself depending on need, but for the time being he was safe enough. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]The HK droids flying overhead were programmed to fly high ever few minutes, rotating the unit to keep fuel levels even through the unit, in order to spot any hostile action coming towards them. The droids would stay up there, providing constant overwatch to the small force Aron was commanding. The droids with him were still packed, sardine style, into the AFV's. The AFV's were his most maneuverable unit, designed to remain on the move through hostile fire until they reached a designated spot where they would disembark their droids. The AFV's wouldn't be done then, the vehicles were half of his aerial defense, and they packed a good anti-infantry wallop. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]The tanks were the big guns, not quite as big as the Mythosaur's, but big enough. His desired strategy would be to hit a unit of entrenched enemy force after being taken under fire by one of the Techno Union's larger forces. Large forces were to hold the enemy while the smaller, and therefore more maneuverable, force rolled up a flanking maneuver. However, he would take this fight however he got it. He had been woefully absent at the previous attempt to invade, and he was determined that with his assistance the Rebels would be pushed from their occupied territory.[/SIZE]
 

Prime

Guest
P
Objective: Eliminate Enemy Runtimes
Allies: Techno Union, and similar runtimes.
Enemies: Rebel Alliance, and similar runtimes.
Windows: Structural weakness, will not be using them.

[SIZE=11pt]TA1 Battle Droids[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] (120)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]TA2 Super Battle Droids[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] (60)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]TA4 Ultra Battle Droids[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] (20)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Icon-class Personal Shieldshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/58619-icon-class-personal-energy-shield/[/SIZE]

Prime was asleep.

Well, sort of. Prime was deactivated because it was unwise to keep war droids or assassin droids or any droids, really, active past the time they are being used. Droids existed for a purpose, and Prime existed for war. Prime was created to destroy the enemies of the Techno Union.

Prime existed because it was a shell of metal filled with programming. It had no thought process beside the processor it used to carry out its tasks. Anyone who thought droids deserved more was fooling themselves. Droids were one step above clones. Clones were the lowest form of trooper, because they were an abomination to nature. Grown in a tank, fed the remains of failed clones before them, probably.

Prime had been activated when it was dropped on Geonosis. Prime was at the FOB. Prime was awaiting orders.

Prime was here to murder.
 

General Mayhem

Behold my Conquest!
General Mayhem
Location: Prefabricated Base
Objective: Annihilate the Rebel Scum
Allies: A bunch of killing machines, both literal and figurative
Enemies: A bunch of half-hearted fighters



Glorious Forces:

  • [SIZE=14.6666666666667px]5 TA- 4 Battle Droids in an Acklay IFV with mixed wispmother and concussive missiles.[/SIZE]
  • [SIZE=14.6666666666667px]70 Eel droids, to be deployed via drop pods.[/SIZE]
  • [SIZE=14.6666666666667px]20 VC Probe droids for reconnaissance uplink, repair, and strategic command to Mayhem.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]--Each Probe droid is equipped with two side mounted arms, one fusion cutter in place of the slicing tool, and a hardware repair package in substitution of the normal computer skills program.[/SIZE]


  • [SIZE=14.6666666666667px]50 T-1 Infantry with Force Pikes and Blaster Rifles mounted on Hover Bikes 50[/SIZE]

  • [SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Infantry: 75[/SIZE]
    [SIZE=14.6666666666667px] 30 T-1 Droids with Assault Blaster Rifles, Vibroknife bayonets, thermal detonators.[/SIZE]
    [SIZE=14.6666666666667px] 5 T-1 Droids with RPG launchers, detonite demolitions equipment, and breaching grenade launchers.[/SIZE]
    [SIZE=14.6666666666667px] 4 Acklay Personnel Carriers, armed with a mixed load-out of standard concussive and wispmother Missiles.[/SIZE]


Own Gear:

  • Staff of Champions
  • Icon-class Personal Shielding
  • Droid body armaments
  • Repeating Blaster



Mayhem stood on the edge of the pre-fabricated base, waiting for the suckers to ply their trade. Once again, Geonosis was beign invaded. This time, however, there had been no haste. Each General had been given due course to arm themselves properly to their specializations. Mayhem was, at her cool digital heart, a cavalry commander. Instead of simply beign thrown itno the chaos, this time she had back-up. She smiled, watching [member="Oddball"] and his vessel's approach. Drop ships. Such a funny word, drop ship. Funnily enough that was Mayhem intended to do.


"Open two salvos of Missiles from the IFV's on a speed approach. Target engiens, but do not target all of them. Our enemy will have either split their forces or land early to re-coup."



One of the IFV's chirped an affirmative in Binary. "Firing solutions found. Aiming missiles at rear half of dropships."


Mayhem chuckled. "add in one small salvo of the Wispmothers, calibrated to probable after-trail of the missiles. It should appear to their sensors that the ionic trail is form the dropships engines, making the crash appear more sever than it it."


The IFV's bounced back. "By your word, commander."


Like a swarm of angry hornets, the Missiles launched upward careen towards the tail-end of the vehicles. The ionic decoys were primed to blow right after the concussives made an impact. Even if the concussive strikes failed, the false ionic signatures would throw the pilots off.


She chirped cheerily as the vessels approached. "All coms, this is Commander Mayhem. Opening fire to scatter the assault. I repeat, Opening fire to scatter the assault."


She wondered how many of their lauded forces would survive the missile barrage. A few men for a few missiles--hardly a fair trade, but hey, that's capitalism.



OOC: Let me know if you have any issues. I work weekends, so I won't be back until for over twelve hours. I'll look at this as soon as I get home, however.
 

Oddball

This is what happens when you tap the glass
Oddball
Location: Upper atmosphere
Objective: Get ready to drop
Allies: Rebels
Enemies: TU [member="General Mayhem"]
Oddball and his drops hips were well over a kilometer away from the enemy FOB, so they had a lot of time to know what was coming. Red lights flashed bright and emergency screeches rang through the hulls of the ships. There were incoming missiles and a fair amount at that, so they did what they had to do to avoid them. They weren't going to split or been land early, nope on both of those. These ships had a hyper drive, sealed compartments, and were space faring vessels. So that meant one thing, and one thing only, go up.

"Pull up and activate flares!" Oddball ordered to his team of pilots.

The ships quickly pulled straight up and and flares began to pop from the undersides of the drop ships, concussion missiles detonated bellow them as they rose higher and higher into the atmosphere. The ships doors were sealed and the troopers were strapped to their seats as g force and explosions shook them. Oddball hung to the upper railing his body dangling as the ships were shooting up like fire works on life day. The ships reached the upper atmosphere out of range of the AA guns on the surface and dipped back into a straight position as they were on the edge of space.

"All ships accounted for sir. Drop zone in two minutes sir." the pilot notified oddball as he caught his breath.

"We're touching down at the Techno Union forward operating base, this is a hot drop so there will be no landing. Our job is to raise as much hell as we can then bug out. This might be a one way trip so say your peace now, because in two minutes we lower and jump." Oddball said to his men over the comms and looked down bellow at the surface of the planet.

It all seemed so small from up here, hopefully they wouldn't have any uninvited guests from upstairs knocking them around but Oddball was confident they could get to the drop zone and start fighting. They had to hold this planet for fear of the geonosian people being once again used by corporations.

"Let's get it done troopers." the fett clone said aloud then tightened his helmet and tuned his Exo skeleton.
 

Juwiela Melec

Disobedient
Juwiela Melec
Character Bio
Location: 0510 (Air base)
Objective:
Allies: Rebels, [member="Sannika Brynn"], @Tugoro Taidorious, [member="Thane Drexel"]
Enemies: Techno Union

Forces:

Ship:
  • Incom T-65 X-wing (see above)

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGGnlirZT-o[/youtube]​
​
War. It was a word no one liked to hear, but in the months previous it had become a necessary reality for those within the Alliance. After the first invasion of Geonosis, in which the ragtag group was just barely successful in holding off the invading Techno Union, every member of the ragtag freedom fighting group had been put to work in order to improve their defenses in light of another similar strike. Better strategies had been developed, and along with them improved technology, all to ensure another victory should they chance to come under attack once again. And it seemed their adversaries had wasted no time in rallying their troops, sparing no expense with the infantry they seemed to have at their disposal. But the Rebels were just as ready, and fully prepared to fight until the end for what they believed in.

Of all the improvements, Juwiela had spent most of her time familiarizing herself with the air base in the event of another invasion similar to the one previous. It seemed that hadn't been a wasted effort, as soon enough the news of approaching enemy ships spread about the base like a wildfire. Instantly everyone was at their assigned stations, the entirety of the forces moving as one, reminiscent of a well-oiled machine. Her own place was within the hangar, and it was en route to that location which she found herself, far better prepared this time than the last, there already being something of a plan in place. Instead of the Nevermore she had piloted last, now she would favor a much more maneuverable T-65 X-wing. Perhaps outdated, but it got the job done, and at the end of the day that was all that mattered.

Already she was half zipped into her flightsuit, just finishing donning that outer layer and pulling on the helmet over her short-cut hair, fidgeting with the chin strap and flipping the switch to activate the comms that connected the entirety of the squadron. With a speed only acquired by years of practice doing the same in similar scenarios she darted up the ladder and into the cockpit, her hands moving as if of their own accord, strapping herself into the pilot's chair and already running the pre-flight systems check, activating the ship's engines and all the necessary mechanics. Running a diagnostics check as the other systems were preparing themselves. With everything checking out green she flashed a thumbs up to the ground crew, signaling that she was ready for takeoff when they were.

"Nice to be flying with you all again. It seems like our friends have decided to pay us another visit, which means we'll have to show them our own brand of hospitality again. Gear up, because this is the real deal. All eyes, everybody. It's showtime." With that her thumbs up was returned, and with a careful precision she navigated out of the hangar, flying above the air base and staying out of attack range for the moment, remaining in friendly air space until the others joined her for this next battle. In short order three other ships joined her in the air, forming up behind her, but she knew that wasn't the entirety of the Rogues. Far from it, in fact. So she deigned to wait, at least for the moment. "This is Rogue Leader. All wings, report in. It's time to go."
 
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