Techno Union Invasion of Rebel Alliance Geonosis

Blane Nightfall · Jun 24, 2015

Location:S0616

Allies: The Rebel Alliance

Enemies:TU and their allies. ( Darth Carach, Adekos Vrag Jemmila Kyrgen Hion the Herglic [member="Cractius Stretus"] )

Forces: 18 snipers( 25-7) 4 marines with rocket launchers( 10-6) 34 marines with AR-47 ( 65-31)

Blane kept firing on the enemy army and ordered the rocket launchers to take down the TA droids while the few snipers attempted to shoot Cractius, a bad move probably. The soldiers showed no fear, nor regret, they were ready to die for their cause, even if they were outnumbered Blane stood side by side with them all the time shooting again and agin attemptind to take down as many soldiers as possible as weaken the enemy, but it wasn't much he could do... He was brave, yet to be brave is not to be fool. Blane stopped firing for a while using his communicator "This is Blane Nightfall, we are taking heavy fire, my men are dead or dying! I request air support at the following coordinates in order to cover our retreat." It was pointless, he thought that with tionne and Tugoro's forces he would be able to take down the enemy army, but Tugoro left and as far as he knew, he was alone on the ground against a much bigger army.

He did not mourn.. not yet, as long as he managed to cover the retreat of Tugoro and the others, it wasn't over. "Keep firing, FIGHT!" He yelled shooting at the enemy soldiers attempting to resist as much as he can and save some of his own men. The battle was not yet lost and Blane knew this "Protect the rocket launchers at all cost!" He said, it was probably part of his plan to escape in case nobody appears from the sky.

Tugoro Taidarious · Jun 24, 2015

Location: 0715
Objective: Fight
Enemies: TU, [member="Vrag"]
Allies: RA, [member="Blane Nightfall"]

The brief shuttle ride was peaceful for the most part, giving Tugoro a moment to think and plan out his next move. Only six of his men had died, having unfortunately come across a much larger enemy force. Either way, the others had made their successful escape, the remaining members of Strike Squad healthy and alive along with [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]. She had been burned a bit before being rendered unconscious, but as far as the young Knight could tell she would be fine now. They would all be fine, or so he thought. The boy's frown would further as he listened to the comm channels, picking up Blane Nightfall's call for help. Had he been there with them? Wondering why he hadn't noticed, the youth would peek from the drop ships opening, his eyes widening as an AA blast impacted with the vehicle. It was shaken from the collision, causing Tugoro to lose his footing and lean forward unwillingly. The aircraft seemed to keep steady, not crashing even though it had been hit. About to fall out of the craft, Tugoro would remain calm, figuring that all he had to do was reach out and grab the support bar. Lifting an arm and reaching out behind him, the Knight would grasp at nothing as he inevitably fell.

Guess it wasn't as easy as he thought. Tucking his arms and legs close to his body, Tugoro would begin to flip forwards through the air rapidly, his feet extending as he came in range of the ground. Landing safely and quietly, the Jedi would keep his senses sharp as he spoke into his wrist communicator, hoping to check on the progress of his forces. He wasn't too worried, for his main priority had been to secure his Jedi teammate, and that had been done. The shuttle continued on it's path, eventually taking the woman to a medical center for treatment. His soldiers had engaged [member="Draco Vereen"], and the bombers were just returning from their previous run. Hoping to aid Blane, they would begin to take shots at the enemy forces of whoever he was engaging, attempting to provide enough of a distract as four pairs of laser cannons rained down. Tugoro on the other hand, would remain still and calm, feeling a dark sider heading his way. The presence he felt was formidable, but Tugoro feared not for he too was powerful and confident in his own abilities. And so, he would wait patiently.

Corey's OOC · Jun 24, 2015

[SIZE=11pt]Location:[/SIZE] [SIZE=11pt]1317, firing on 511 with Redeemers and J-1 Artillery, Extreme weather Warning around the character.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Marek moving towards 0915, tornado moving to 0915, weakening, but still brewing one hell of a sandstorm [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies:[/SIZE] [SIZE=11pt]The Techno Union, Weather Channel, Dark Side, dead bodies lending him their fluids, sand, heat, death, and a host of classes in planetary sciences, chaos. And that guy playing the guitar on the Fury Road[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies:[/SIZE] [SIZE=11pt]Communism, light siders, Rogue Squadron, the Rebel Alliance, Galactic Republic, the Peace Corp, Yuuzhan Vong, women who clone children from him, order in the galaxy. And most importantly the slave-girl [member="Seraphina Shel’tah"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Tornado[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]

[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]

[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccY25Cb3im0

[/SIZE]

There was no time to change the order on his vehicles, should any call from the military mind of [member="Draco Vereen"] show up, then the TA-3 that was in charge would make the move.

Right now that did not matter

All that mattered was in Marek’s head.

Calling red was not an option. There were times when Marek was a switch, today could not be one of those situations. Today Marek Starchaser needed to be the man he was meant to be, take charge of his own body and own situation, and his own powers. He needed to own the Force around him. He needed to get this under control. They wanted a Master of the Force on this battlefield, not because of the powers he had, which were normally minimal, unless some wild skill happened for him, but because of what he knew, how he thought and how he worked.

He knew that he could have control. He had control for so long. There was nothing here that was giving him the need to fight this hard, to give in so deep. They were Rebels, it was like diet Republic over here, with ---

And that was when the man known as Marek Starchaser was overtaken, by the one known as Darth Peregrus. He could feel the power in the Force, the Dark Side ever present, being increased by the gift that [member="Dagora-Kel"] had provided, and Peregrus was only seeing it as a means to power the destruction of the forces subjugating this world. He could change the weather, control the scene and make his enemies have to work for a victory. And that was just what he was doing.

Peregrus did not care for how the Force was changing here, he could feel the power around him, the power heating the air, the power spinning the storms. He could feel the Obsidian Ascendant ‘helping.’ Ha, helping. Peregrus could feel them and he pulled, using a skill that Marek Starchaser had long buried but learned at the hands of @Anesia Jy’Vun. And something he kept away from the likes of [member="Darth Carach"]. But not Peregrus.

He was reaching out to the Master who was pretending to think they were half the skill of the one known as @Sigma. And he pulled, rending their presence in the Force to him----

Marek was fighting, he was still there. There was control to be had. And he was pushing the Force as hard as he could. He was not going to sacrifice the Union he worked hard to secure. Not for this. They could get a victory another way. They would NEED to get a Victory another way. The Union and their Sith allies would eliminate the Rebellion from this world, just as they were meant to do, but with the situation bef----

Peregrus did not care about this. Peregrus was in charge and Marek was going to shut up and stay in his damned box. He could feel the dark waves out in the field of battle, the ones that were being released by that sith, the one known as [member="Silara Kuhn"]. Perhaps he would not force his tornado upon her. No, there were others in this world that needed to be dealt with.

Peregrus could feel the darkness coming, the darkness that was all around them. And he had a place he needed to pull it, and push it. Looking into the tank, the Sudden Sith nodded, activating the Razorhawk System in his Obsidian Armor and took off, pushing the storm ahead of him. He was going to find the Jedi, and he was going to end them.

They would leave this world.

Seraphina Shel'tah · Jun 24, 2015

Location: 0814
Objective: Return Fire!
Allies: Rebels / Republic
Enemies: The One Techno Sith Union ( [member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] NPCs )
NPC Force:
3x Valkyrie Heavy Dropship
6x Z-50T Siege Tank
2x Z-10T Main Battle Tank
77x Republic Soldiers

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XjqRpC0EglA

I mourn the loss of you sometimes and pray for peace within
The word "distraught" cannot describe how my heart has been
But where do we begin now that you're back from the dead?

And then he was no more. The forces and the man that had just tried to crush her with boulders was gone as quickly as he came. Vanishing without a word. Am I dreaming or something? What the kark was that? It was then she heard the volley of artillery firing on the troops on the ridge just above her. She hadn't seen any advancing so this confused her. Perhaps they were firing from a different zone? She wasn't much of a tactician for the military, so she simply assumed the Republic forces would know what to do in that situation. Sprinting back up the ridge to meet with the troops and tanks she could hear the whistling of rounds as they pierced the air. As if in slow motion the Force granted her the ability to see the rounds as they rained forward on her position, as well as that of the Republic soldiers around her. A voice rang out through the battalion... "TAKE COVER!" The solitary voice echoed through the valley. The Jedi Master lifted a single hand and surrounded the man that was destined to become space dust in a bluish sphere of Force energy just as the round slammed down into it, detonating like a thousand fireworks. While she managed to spare his life, the shockwave released from the collision rippled through the air like a mighty wave in the ocean, sending her roughly 10 meters back and onto her back, as the remaining volley crashed down on to her position.

Her eyes blinked with each blast, the shields of the Siege Tanks felt the explosions that caught a pair across the side, while the other volleys seemed to miss their marks from a straight on detonation. Sadly it seemed the Jedi were unable to save each of the soldiers, as three of them lay lifeless across the now bloodied sandy battlefield. The men and women of the Republic Defense Forces quickly reassigned their formation, taking cover along the inner sides of the ridge, now out of the killzone, while their operatives determined the location of the enemy forces in coordination with the tank relays and Valkyries above. They would, after some scrambling of battlefield data and intel reports shuffling through Rebel channels determine the relative location of [member="Tmoxin Temi"] and her forces. The Siege tanks would then adjust their particle cannons and return a volley of fire in earnest.

With data relayed through the chain of command to Sera, she would slowly begin to make her way out and around the battlefield towards the enemy force from the northern section of 0814 and cut back down as they approached the sector.

Cractius Stretus · Jun 24, 2015

Location: S0616
Objective: run up to the leader and try to punch him in the face
Allies: TU
Enemies: RA [member="Blane Nightfall"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
Cractius was a whirlwind of death, kiling more rebel soldiers until he felt a sharp sear of pain and looked up from his slaughtering. He saw snipers firing on him with [member="Blane Nightfall"] at their head. Cractius snarled and muttered under his breath "Cowards". Cractius sprinted through the rebel ranks, bowelling over soldiers and picking one up and slinging him at a squad of Rocket launcher carriers, hoping to screw up their aim.

Cractius pounced at a sniper and brought one of his vibroswords down through the unlucky man's head. He then gutted another with his offhand and sprinted toward Blane. Cractius swung violently at a sniper trying to position himself between Cractius and Blane. He didn't see the sniper die, but heard a crack from the man's neck that he hoped would do some damage.

Cractius swung with one hand as a feint at Blane and then swung his other vibrosword at Blane's side, hoping to severely damage Blane's ribcage and possibly hit his heart.

Vrag · Jun 24, 2015

Location: S0919 [Artillery and 5 troops] | S0616 [The rest]
Forces:

· 105-15= 90 Blackblades & 5 Armored Royal Guards
· 2 Heavy artillery – 1.5 = 0.5
· 1 AT-AT scale walker
· 2 Main battle tanks
· 1 Tank-sized walker

· Reverance's Remembrance
· Chom-Huun
· Chitin Carbine
· Vonduun Skerr Ygdris
· Vonduun Skerr Dhaladii

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9XT72VAk1M0

Now, there's a lot to be said about the Heartless bastard™ approach and its many advantages; so much, in fact, that one would be hard-pressed to do it justice in the heat of battle. Suffice to say, however, that the main reason the bad guys had a tendency to win… was because they were the bad guys.

Soldiers getting decimated left and right? Your soldiers? No biggie, you move on, doin' your thang, light as a feather and unburdened by the addition of a few more deaths to that six-figure number. Stuff blowing up all Michael Bay-like in the background? You quickly adopt that action movie gait to maximize your cool rating and walk away like a boss, rockin' your armor with the backlighting of an exploding tank. Ain't nothing quite like it.

Well, maybe the gratification of executing that perfectly aligned shiak on a Jedi who has no business poking around in a field of battle, green around the ears and clearly unfit for war; but that was, ultimately, a matter of opinion. She'd certainly have to ask the rest of the Heartless bastards™ club — preferably over a bottle of 800 ABY Grand Reserve — after they wrapped up this sad affair, kicking back and going a few rounds of Sabacc while their bloodied set of dark robes was at the cleaner's.

Certainly all lovely thoughts, but they would have to wait. There were still upstart rebels playing in the sandbox, and Vrag wasn't one to leave a job unfinished; today, that job was digging a few shallow graves.

With artillery.

The forces she'd set up in the mountains upon her arrival had never stopped wreaking havoc upon the Bravo base, and in a valiant joint effort with a number of other, similarly devoted gunners, the Techno Union and its allies had surely razed a good portion of the structure by then. It wasn't a terrible loss, then, when [member="Lok Jorunn"] and his fighters unloaded their torpedoes, bombs, lasers, and apparently the rest of their considerable arsenal on the sitting ducks. Well, it wasn't a terrible loss for Vrag, that is, which meant she didn't care either way. She could make it up to [member="Darth Vornskr"] later, when she wasn't on her way to slay another glowstick cop.

While her contingent of Blackblades — or what was left of it, anyway — kept battling the enemy with the combined force of the AT-AW, two agile tanks and support of the AT-HK, the Hand of the Dark Lord herself cycled through the filters in her helmet while she closed in on the Jedi's position. Unless her opponent was similarly equipped, he'd have a hard time sensing her presence, betrayed by his very reliance on the Force; the Vonduun clinging to her body made her little more than a dark smear amongst a thousand other, more powerful signatures of the many Sith and Dark Jedi dancing across the red soil that day.

Her saber, silent again, would rest in the firm grip of her hand even as she crested the last ridge, the horns of her helmet twitching slightly in anticipation of impending bloodshed.

She grinned behind the skull mask, pressing the chitin carbine against her left arm as she let loose a spray of thud bugs towards the man, the Skerr Kyrric coiling around the organic weapon as it buckled in her grasp, expelling bug after bug.

OOC: Apologies if I missed anybody, a number of you have tagged me in the past days.

Oddball · Jun 24, 2015

Location: Techno Union FOB
Objective: Beat a smuggler and a droid.
Allies: Rebel Alliance [member="Jarven Zexxel"]
Enemies: TU [member="Prime"] [member="Orick T'ane"]

The bolts from Prime hit the shield some more battering it down, it wasn't going to hold much longer even before it's time ran out. But that's when things from bad to worse steroids Mgoo was aiming a grenade launcher at the clone and he had pulled the trigger. The grenade landed a right outside the shield and exploded violently, now the shield was designed to disperse heat and fire and so that's what it did. However it was not designed to block the kinetic energy of an explosion, so that caused Oddball to fly backwards as the force of the explosion hit him.

Rolling across the ground Oddball slammed against a collapsed rock pillar and gasped as the wind was knocked out of him. Luckily his armor had stopped the the lung collapsing and internal bleeding force of the explosion making sure he only came away with a few bruises and a lack of wind. But as the world started to come back to him he looked up to see another grenade coming his way. He shifted and his eyes narrowed as he focused. He didn't have time to whip out a particle shield grenade so he had to go.

"Kark kark kark kark!" He said as he quickly climbed over the downed spire.

The explosion hit a few meters away and he flew through the air though this time as he slammed against a rock formation chest first that still stood upright. Coughing up a bit of blood from the impact he lay there on his back and looked up at the Geonosian sun above as blasters and rockets flew over his field of vision.

Oddball lay there for a moment as his body was propped up by the back pack the Ysalamari was in. It was still alive by the way the thing was squawking but Oddball was hurting. He had been through worse but was still very combat effective. Looking through his cracked helmet visor he began to tear it out with his hands until it was just his eyes remaining in the gap, the HUD was broken now and he needed to move forward.

Quickly coming back to reality the clone commando hoped up on both feet and acquired both targets. He had ten rounds left in his Viccae assault rifle and he was going to make them count. Lifting up the rifle he quickly stepped partially behind cover and fired at the same time. The force dead blast bugs rocketed towards their targets which was prime and Orick wanting to blast them both Into oblivion.

NPC: Background noise

NPCs
140 Rebel Troopers with jet packs
75 with blaster rifles
40 with rocket launchers
13 with LMG blasters
15 with anti tank sniper rifles
3 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

Ellie Mors · Jun 25, 2015

Location: S0816 ->
Objective: The Dark Side
Enemies: [member="Lok Jorunn"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Blane Nightfall"], [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"], [member="Nyos Val"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
Allies: [member="Vrag"], [member="Kiran Vess"], [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Zhol Kash Dinora"] / Rave Merrill, [member="Abraxas"], [member="Adekos"], [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Cractius Stretus"]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=plR9Q4LWos4[/media]

Every step she took shattered the ear drums of the troops that stood strong against her, that crowded in their pathetic little hovels, that dared to defy the voice that approached. There was no second chance for them, perhaps they even knew that even as they turned to face her, defiant and 'courageous' by some measure, that they had signed their death certificates and forfeited any chance at survival. Her lips curled, chapped, and her left hand reached for the sword that she had strapped against her back. She hesitated, if only for a moment, and then decided against drawing the silvery blade that weighed her down. Instead both of her hands raised and at once a clearing in the dark, tormenting, fog formed to reveal the Sith Lord where she stood, as well as the closest of troops within range of her. Her face was composed, as if etched from stone, and she stood rooted to the spot, as if concentrating. The small battalion, a ragtag group of those who hadn't fled, were somewhat surprised, and with a cheer they ran towards the silver-and-red haired woman, expecting an easy victory, like lambs to a slaughter.

Like lambs to a slaughter.

There was no mercy in her corrupted heart, no capacity for compassion for those who did not dwell within it. These men were never once worthy of life in her eyes - in fact none who walked the world were fit to live, and it was with this total apathy in regards to their life that she was wholly capable of slaughtering the masses, whether they be men, women, or children. She fed off the hate, off the conflict within the likes of [member="Marek Starchaser"], the rage and tumultuous emotions that stirred deep within [member="Oddball"], of the pain and the suffering that the Geonosians felt as they watched their world burn, smothered by a thick smog warded in not only by their invaders but of their 'protectors' all the same. She fed off the rage, the discord, like a sponge held under water. There was a name for it, a name she so loved to relate herself to. It was why she had even survived her first confrontation with an actual enemy, why she survived the fight against the Leviathan, why she so loved her maddening waves of darkness.

She consumed their negativity, she thrived on it. Consume essence, they called it, a rare ability in which force adepts literally soaked up the feelings of darkness, of hate and anger, of betrayal and agony, and grew in might from it. While she had once served the Dark Lord of the One Sith as his voice there had been an endless supply for her thirst through the many wars across Manaan, Kashyyk, Prakith, and the like. Even as a knight she had found this latent power and fostered its insatiable hunger, the hunger that now consumed her, led her further into the spiraling hell of the Dark Side. She was as she had been as a child, so fully immersed in its hate, so totally consumed by its hellish frost, that she lived with it, on it, for it. And while these men raced towards her, raising their blasters, their rifles, lifted grenades and weapons of choice, it was the horrible power that she drew on, and as she did her eyes closed. A dark power played at the tips of her fingers, a power so terrible that the famed predecessor of the order of the Dark Lords had fallen to its horror so many hundreds of years ago. "Wallow in a fear of your own making, for there is no escape." Echoed her harsh words.

At once it was evident that the troop had been revealed to make an example of.

From the ground, the air, the very miasma of hate that flooded the skies, drew a darkness that blotted out even the horror of the dark waves, as if the very light was snuffed out and the air itself rendered inert. All that it touched was consumed, and before her it flowed to form a massive tendril, one so dark, so horrible, so terrifying, that the men and women that had once charged at her with renewed vigor felt a fear tenfold that of what they had when they were running blindly in the darkness. This was no shadow, no fog to cloud them, this was the dark power that the Sith lords of old had been feared and revered for, it was the very sorcery that obliterated the caster's enemies - the tendrils of the dark side itself. In a single fell swoop the monstrosity descended upon the earthen soil and decimated the living and dead even as they ran. Nothing escaped its destruction, not even the crust of the earth. All was consumed by the darkness, the raw power of the dark side. Where the tendril had collided with the soil there was nothing, only a large crevice where the darkness had once been, as though its impact had simply removed the ground and those who stood on it from this world. A pull and a tug of her hands and the waves of darkness pulled in like a curtain, so that she may continue her light trot towards her intended destination.

"Run."

Nyos Val · Jun 25, 2015

Location: Foundry Catacombs
Objective: Survive
Allies: None Near
Enemies: [member="Raziel"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Zhol Kash Dinora"]

The name struck a cord. He'd known her, he'd fought one side her when Sarge took Cira back from the Darkside. How Rave had changed. The great alchemist, a friend to Nyos's allies, now the puppet of some corporate figurehead. How the mighty have fallen. Nyos neither had the time nor the want to worry on such tragedies now. Hebwas being triple teamed(no fair), but it wasn't as bad as facing a hundred Bando Gora. He'd survived that atrocity with 27% of his organic body intact. Now more machine than man, this Cyborg had a battle to survive. Survive was the appropriate term for the eventual outcome of this Battle Royale.

The Alchemist had turned his gear against him, money well spent. His arms wrenched back, belt tightening over where his bladder use to be, his pistol misfired, and his knife wanted the wrong throat. Nyos then heard the telltale whir of a certain beam weapon he was all to familiar with. Similar to the rifle slung he had, in front of it was not where he wanted to be. And then there was the Mandalorian. Something he never figured to be allied with Corporatized baboons, yet he was here, his HUD picked him up with a squad of troopers. The remaining 100 or so troops under Nyos began to scatter into the catacombs after Nyos sent a Ping to them all to find safe passage off world. The Foundry was lost, but Nyos had a fight to participate in.

To start, Nyos dropped down and let his arms slip out of the sleeves of his coat, though one stayed due to the knife, which took the brunt of the beam weapon. His arm went numb and he dropped the knife and his arm finally would slide out of the sleeve. That was gonna be a slight problem, but it could be fixed. Turning his sword on the belt, he cut it free and let it and the blaster fall. Rolling away, if he was able, he'd sheath the sword again and pulled up his SRR and rested it on his knee. He'd need a moment before his metal arm rebooted. Placing one shot from the paddle Beamer back at the Source that caused his left arm to fail temporarily. Turning to the Alchemist he aimed another beam at her and fired. The Mando hadn't made a move yet which lowered him on the threat level. The Alchemist and her Magik was priority for now.

Nyos rose and ran for a corner to get some distance between the attackers and himself and allow his arm the chance to start up again. The lucky thing about being a cyborg, parts could be fixed on the fly.

Prime · Jun 25, 2015

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Eliminate Enemy Runtimes[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Techno Union, and similar runtimes. [member="Orick T'ane"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Rebel Alliance, and similar runtimes. [member="Oddball"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Windows: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Structural weakness, will not be using them.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]1418[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Units of background noise that I'm too lazy to count[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]

[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Engaging other NPC Background Hoo-has[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA1 Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/34236-ta1-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (120) -> (93)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA2 Super Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/38899-ta2-super-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (54)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA4 Ultra Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/49776-ta4-ultra-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (16)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Icon-class Personal Shieldshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/58619-icon-class-personal-energy-shield/[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Following Prime to rid the galaxy of one more failed science experiment[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA4 Ultra Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/49776-ta4-ultra-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (3)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Icon-class Personal Shieldshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/58619-icon-class-personal-energy-shield/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]

[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Sounds.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]

[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnwfTHpnGLY

[/SIZE]

Prime was seeking to destroy. Eliminate. Delete. Reformat. Whichever process got [member="Oddball"] out of the fight. This was what Prime was made to do and what Prime was going to do. The explosion from Orick’s, the hand of the God-Creator Upgrade givers, grenade launcher allowed Prime a moment to work on its internal programing. It did not have a self-repair protocol, but the engineers at the Techno Union, should they recover the battle cam, would definitely be considering something of the sort.

As well as allowing Prime to work with grenades.

Prime found grenades to be a fascinating subject and deep in the programming bank, the internal computer that saved battle programming and tactics was logging in grenade. It was also logging in a new design. Too bad this unit could not turn into a truck.

The unit was repurposing power. The arm on its left side was really low in efficiency but keeping the power it had would provide it the balance it needed. The arm would need to be replaced. Running through its internal systems, shunting power into its legs with an equal efficiency to bolster its primary function. Prime began getting to its feet. The droid checked the power pack on its Ripper and began acquiring target.

Eliminate enemy run times.

Prime began moving towards the clone, the Ripper opening fire as the nearly dead and useless left arm on the droid was moving to take the impact of at least one blast bug, and deflecting the second so it spun the droid on impact, as opposed to knocking it down, sending a spray of blaster fire wide from the clone and causing the droid to re-calibrate its approach.

Thane Drexel · Jun 25, 2015

Location: Air over 0616
Objective: Repel inbound fighters
Allies: None Near
Enemies: [member="Silara Kuhn"] [member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Vrag"]

Blips showed up on the radar of Thane's dashboard and they were moving quickly. Thane turned up and began to roll to get a better view of the new arrivals. A few broad winged fighters that were moving in...not very quickly actually. Considering that he'd been shooting stationary targets all afternoon. He could see the trails of smoke that detailed the arrival of more missiles.

Thane felt the waves of darkness shoot into the sky, they caused him to pull back on the throttle as his mind was trying to render the thoughts of dispair null. He had to focus. The fight wasn't over and he wasn't dead yet. It would be blasphemy to give up because of sorrow and despair. What of the lives lost, what if the families broken because of these fascists and their need to take things from others like spoiled rotten brats. Thane shook off the darkness and just in time too. The missiles had close the gap as his ship shuttered from cannon fire that flared across his viewport. His shields took the shots and Deflected them like a good defelctor shield should. 80% capacity read on the screen. Thane punched the engines to maximum and screamed across the sky as the missiles soared past and made a large turn to find their target again. By this time, Thane's mind was on the enemy far below, he pulled into a long spiral decent that kept him moving and gave small targets where he pulled the trigger on his own laser cannons. The red energy raced across the sky to meet the enemy crafts.

They looked like large bird, lumbering and sloth-like. And Thane was the falcon predator that came from above. He would also fire two torpedos at the lead fighters, always take out the leader, then the rest would follow him to their grave.

Ayden Cater · Jun 25, 2015

Location: Techno Union FOB (1418) -> 0616
Objective: ~~Kick Puppies~~, ~~Be Evil~~, ~~Kill People For Credits~~, Protect Commander Adekos' ground force / Eliminate enemy bomber
Allies: TU
Enemies: TR, [member="Thane Drexel"]

One never designed a weapon of war with intentional weaknesses. The Eharl-class starfighters were a tad slow compared to some other starfighters, but they also had significantly more weapons than the average fighter. What good would it do then to have all those weapons if you just got shot down? So the Eharl came with a simple, yet effect solution to ensure that they were never easy prey.

They had a gunner turret.

Oh, but some might fall into a false sense of security, thinking that they can easily out-turn the fighters, even while repeating laser cannon fire danced around their head. Unfortunately, that had been thought of as well. Besh Flight easily kept their quad laser cannons firing on the bomber as it attempted to avoid fire while their quad ion cannon turrets slashed with dazzling bolts of blue. They had sacrificed their heavier ordinance for more powerful engines and maneuvering thrusters. They had no trouble turning inside of the bomber's attempts to bob and weave. As well, tThe problem with attempting to dive bomb a target was that it made you a very predictable target. If you wanted to try and get a kill shot, you'd have to get shot out of the sky yourself. Avoid the incoming enemy fire and your own shot would be liable to miss.

Of course, the other problem when attempting to dive bomb a target with a wide cross-frame like the Eharl was that, when it turned that "easy" target became a whole lot smaller, which is exactly what happened when Ayden's copilot turned his fighter up and spun. The missiles, which may have blown a wing off, slammed in the ground without finding their mark. Ayden himself was busy sitting still with his eyes closed. He had played games long enough. No reason to hold back, not when the battlefield was getting considerably more chaotic and dark.

And so he opened himself to the Force, felt it rush through his sense like the purest breeze. It heightened his awareness of the battlefield, insulated him against the darkness that was spreading across the planet. The two Cresh fighters circled wide while the other four had turned to actively engage the enemy. Of course the bomber would try to simply zip past and come at them from some other angle. However, their place further out meant that they would be able to freely engage the bomber for a time while it attempted to escape the death trap it had gone and made for itself. More ion cannons, repeating laser fire, and another pair of homing concussion missiles would be there to greet it; assuming it survived that long.

And if it did, Ayden had a very special present in store.

Forces:
6x Eharl-class Assault Starfighters

2x Configuration Aurek - 1418 -> 0616 | Attacking Rebel Bomber
Two A-Type Pods - One Proton Torpedo Launcher, One Ion Cannon
Total Torpedoes - [12/16]
Two A/B-Type Pods - One Concussion Missile Launcher, One Repeating Laser Cannon, One Ion Cannon
Total Missiles - [12/16]
One A-Type Turret - One Repeating Laser Cannon, One Concussion Missile Launcher
Total Missiles - [16/16]

2x Configuration Besh - 1418 -> 0616 Attacking Rebel Bomber
Two A-Type Pods - One Quad Laser Cannon
Two F-Type Pods - Afterburners and Maneuvering Thrusters
One A-Type Turret - One Quad Ion Cannon

2x Configuration Cresh - 1418 -> 0616| Attacking Rebel Bomber
Two A-Type Pods - One Homing Concussion Missile Launcher
Total Missiles - [14/16]
Two A/B-Type Pods - One Proton Torpedo Launcher, One Heavy Laser Cannon
Total Torpedoes - [12/16]
One A-Type Turret - One Repeating Laser Cannon, Two Ion Cannons

One Speeder Bike

Personal Equipment:

Lymmahtun
Lightsaber
Cater Coat
Paragon-class Personal Shield
Biofoam injectors

Thane Drexel · Jun 25, 2015

Location: Air over 0616
Objective: Survive
Allies: [member="Krasnaya Xue"] [member="Oddball"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] / Rebels
Enemies: [member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Adekos"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Silara Kuhn"] etc

Thane rocked and shook violently as the shields slowly drained from the fire coming at him. He maintained his spin a moment longer until his shields hit 10%. Then he fired his last four torpedos and pulled off in time for the engines to catch fire. One wing took a direct hit from a missile and sent the bomber into a death spiral as Thane struggled to keep it on a path away from the enemy position.

He was able to send out a signal beacon before popping the top and evacuating the ship. It crashed into the dirt near the foundry and Thane floated down into the spire canyons where he ditched the seat and made for the airbase. Keeping along the spires as long as they ran.

Komo · Jun 25, 2015

Location: 0716
Objective: Tease and taunt the Jedi
Allies: Techno Union | [member="Darth Venefica"]
Enemies: Rebel Alliance | [member="Kian Karr"]

Forces

x 2 AT-HK
x 20 Desert Stormtroopers (-20 died in ambush)
x 20 Imperial Jumptroopers

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

While her master came over hard and fast towards the Jedi and began the assault, Greta focused on the troops in the area, letting loose with her heavy blaster as she allowed the two experienced force users duel each other, for the time being at least. She would help out, but later. Focus on the immediate threat for now. Getting caught out on the open had taken quite a toll on her forces, as the Stormtroopers receive blatant oncoming fire from the Republic commandos and droids alike. Fortunately, her forces wasn't helpless. She had made sure prior to the invasion that all of the Stormtroopers she had with her did not suffer from Stormtrooper Syndrome and were actually able to hit their targets. She needed more than just meatshields.

The twin AT-HKs she had at her disposal had also began firing indiscriminately at the Republic forces up on the rocky outcrop up on the sandy ridges. She watched as the anti-personnel walkers opened fire with their armament of twin heavy blaster cannons and repeating blaster cannons, churning up puffs of dust and rocks as the enemy forces hid for cover against the onslaught of blaster cannon fire. If not for them, the young acolyte knew that they would have taken far more substantial losses than they had so far. After all, strategically, it was a great ambush location, but armour made all the difference, and the enemy seemed ill-prepared for what they were about to ambush. Caught out in the open, scores of Republic commandos fell, blooding the ridge where the remainder of their comrades fought tooth and nail for. She knew they would. They were after all, from the insufferable Republic.

Looking over to the duel with The Sith Lord and the Jedi Master, she saw that her master had tossed a corpse of one of the dead republic commandos at him. Greta snorted. Here's a present for you Jedi. Hope you like it. Apparently, he didn't seem to appreciate the gift, as he dodged the body(the nerve of him), causing it to land on the ground as it fell. Guess he doesn't like dead ones. Figures. She watched as the Jedi executed acrobatic manoeuvres, pulling off fancy footwork as he danced our the Sith he duelled. As he charged forward and raised his lightsaber in an powerful overhead blow, possibly hoping to catch the Sith Lord off guard, the acolyte said "Oh no, you don't!" as she fired off a series of blasters shots from her DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle towards his direction.

Velok the Younger · Jun 25, 2015

Location: Boundary of foundry catacombs and cavern system, U0711
Objective: Enter foundry catacombs
Allies: [member="Raziel"], [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: [member="Nyos Val"]

NPC Forces:

-245 qo'saarai tuk'ata catacomb guardians, each outfitted with:
--Fett Kal trench knife
--Lazy Eye Merr-Sonn Power 5 heavy blaster
--Cater Coat
--Leviathan bracers
--Echani Mk2 combat shield
--Eyes of the Dunaan
218 entering foundry catacombs from three directions, 5 at U1219

-1 sea of spirit-infested blood and pulped bone that used to be a Leviathan of Corbos
U1219

As the cyborg's troops broke and retreated, the qo'saarai pushed after them, beginning a massive slaughter in the lowest levels of the foundry catacombs. A slaughter, and a sacrifice. The telepathic chant swelled again, the hundred-thousand-year-old words of the Taurannik Codex. The sacrifice of the Geonosian laborers, and of the Leviathan, coupled with their own efforts, empowered the ancient ritual of the Knell of Muspilli, which they had used to summon what they termed apocalyptic gods from beyond the Gunninga Gap in the Unknown Regions. Rave had used the Taurannik Codex before, at the Spires of Hell, empowered by a circle of Masters. She had been much weaker then, much younger -- she had lived another timeline from the roots up since then, and only returned to this one as a woman of late middle age. With the qo'saarai and the sacrifices, no circle of Masters was necessary. Not after thirty-five years studying the Codex she had reassembled.

She had designed the ritual, the qo'saarai were carrying it out, and the combined power of the thing would have been enough.

Even without the waves of darkness.

Nearby, above, a massive Dark Side emanation was being created and channeled. Kash had no patience for that kind of Sith magic; it never got the intended results and qualified as a massive waste of power. Nevertheless, as Force strength emanated inefficiently in all directions, what would have dissipated into the Cosmic was consumed by the longstanding ritual. The Taurannik Codex, used by Cronal to summon and compel the soul of an ancient Sith Lord, now bound the souls of all who died throughout the battlefield. Bound them from returning to the Force.

***

Kash's focus remained on the cyborg. More specifically, on the alchemical gear out of which he was trying to wriggle. Simply dropping the knife accomplished nothing except removing his resistance to its motion. Cutting the blaster free accomplished nothing except removing his leg's resistance as its barrel turned toward him, still firing at him. Neither weapon fell. The SRR was a Fringe weapon, one she'd helped develop; she could sense the trapped soul inside, fuelling it. So when he fired the particle beam, she knew exactly what was coming. The hovering weapons crossed to intercept and diffuse the beam before it could reach her. She spat blood, limping closer, sword in hand.

And as he ran away, the hovering gun -- his own -- continued to fire at his back. He would find no refuge, however temporary.

Darth Eversor · Jun 25, 2015

Location: S0715
Objective: Do as designed
Allies: [member="Vrag"], [member="Silara Kuhn"], [member="Kiran Vess"]
Enemies: Anyone brave enough

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFrl01aPPkA&list=LLuap6D97Ak_a2qDeGaVJe_Q&index=230

This was the thrill ride for Abraxas, his muse and his livelihood. There wasn't much else that the creation longed for but the death of all that came before him. Like a true predator, the monstrosity found himself running down more of the rebellion forces with a much greater speed and tenacity than that of their own. Their pathetic legs trying to carry suits of innards and cowardly hearts. Abraxas could see the sweat that settled just above the brows of the reluctant - rather, he sensed the very chemical responses within their bodies that basically told them their deaths were inevitable.

Pheromones of fear and dread, a sweet aroma that couldn't be any more satisfying. Spines were severed by the creation's crimson blade, and torsos were riddled with gaping holes as shells from the slugthrower ejected and landed in the dirt at Abraxas' feet. The barrel of the gun beginning to smoke after the long term usage. Scorched remains littered the battlefield, and victory was imminent. The growth of the Dark Side within Abraxas grew tenfold with hunger and power. Being already heavily augmented, this only amplified the power the monstrosity already possessed.

Those that fought in this battle had run their course, their spark for glory and hope was no longer ignited like that of a candle within the coldest of nights. The roar of winter and its icy nature had claimed all warmth and brilliance that the rebels had longed for, yet they would never be allowed to see it. There would be no afterlife awaiting those that had fallen, for the abomination had claimed both limb and soul among the multitude of corpses.

No god can save you, no prayer can relieve you.

The mark has been made.

There, the creation stood on top of the dead. Observing his allies in their triumphant glory.

Orick T'ane · Jun 25, 2015

Location: 1418
Objective: Smash the Tube-Baby 4: Orick Lives
Allies: [member="Dagora-Kel"] [member="General Mayhem"] [member="Freanne"]
Enemies :[member="Oddball"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"]

Orick watched as the clone flew back from the second grenade, his hopes were that the bastard was finally going to do the smart thing and stay down. He stood and began to advance on the white armored foe and frowned. The clone was standing, and worse yet, it still had the kriffing vong weapon in it's hands. Orick knew what was coming, he had felt it up close moments before, and he was hoping to avoid a replay.

He darted right, hoping to throw [member="Oddball"]'s aim off with his sudden movement. The clone shifted his aim just enough for the last few rounds to land close enough that Orick was lifted slightly off of his feel as he crashed into the ground. He was alive, but there were a lot more aches and pains than he wanted to think about. His already damaged shoulder armor hung loosely from his arm, and each hand now held a piece of his blaster rifle. He quickly stood, feeling a sharp pain in his chest. He already knew that he had broken a rib, possibly two, but that wouldn't stop the clone from attacking him, nor would it stop him from fighting on.

Dropping the two pieces of his rifle, he quickly slipped his heavy pistol from it's holster on his belt and he began firing back at the clone. The distance between them was what some considered knife fighting distance in terms of gun battles. It was almost down to single digits in terms of meters apart. It wouldn't be long before both men, well man and clone were within melee range.

Gear

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

Forces no one cares about

4 Acklay Class IFV [26] (50 total droids left)
16 Clanker Battle Droids w/ Icon Class Personal Energy Shields, 3 Thermal Detonators, 3 Concussion Grenades
5 x IFV http://starwarsrp.net/topic/56200-acklay-ifv/
Each with:
16 Clankers http://starwarsrp.net/topic/12713-csbx-04-clanker-battle-droid/
1 Confederate Hunter-Killer Droid( support) http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35574-confederate-hunter-killer-droid/ 1418 attacking rebel troops
[135]

3xACS-501 Redeemer Battle Tanks [100]

3xCRAM Spider http://starwarsrp.net/topic/55238-cram-spider/ [30] 1417

3xF5 Buckler http://starwarsrp.net/topic/43105-f5-buckler/ [30] 1417

5xConfederate Hunter-Killer Droid( support) http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35574-confederate-hunter-killer-droid/ [5] 1418
[300]

Raziel · Jun 25, 2015

Location: U0709
Objective: Infiltrate rebel bass
Enemies: [member="Nyos Val"]
Allies: Capitalism [member="Zhol Kash Dinora"]

NPC Force:
S1518:
47th Artillery Battery: 2xPounder Heavy Mech (immobilised)
S1718:
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)
Equipment:

Leaviathan Bracers
Quickfire 2 Holdout
Smart Grenade/Mine Launcher
Cryoban Grenades
Ion Grenades
Sonic Grenades
Thermal Grenades
Splinter Pistol
Lightsabers
Nightshrike Modular Stealth Armour
Back: Probe Droid
Wrist 1: Splinter Knives
Wrist 2: Wrist Blaster
Belt: Personal Cloaking Device

Unsure of exactly what was happened, Raziel held back for a moment as the cyborg suddenly started to writhe and strip. Taking a knee, he reloaded his grenade launcher with an ion mine. Sensing the delicate tendrils between the Sith and Nyos’ equipment, Raziel managed to make some sense of what was going on. He had barely dabbled in alchemy himself, but his old headmaster – from a time which seemed eons past – had been quite the expert.

How unfortunate that the cyborg had brought dark side-alchemised good to meet their maker. Perhaps he would soon meet his own. The spymaster drew a deep breath and gathered the Force about him. He wasn’t prone to crass displays of power, he preferred a subtle touch when manipulating the Force. However, the current situation seemed to call on immediate action to bring this encounter to a close.

Perhaps it was all the dark side energy pulsing through the flow of the Force that distracted him, but as the cyborg pulled free one arm and fired in his direction he barely had a warning of the danger. Fortunately, with the cyborg under attack from his own clothes, and firing over ten kilos of rifle at two targets in turn with only a knee for support, the beam was already wide of the centre of his chest. Having rolled one shoulder back on the warning from the force, the silver stream glanced the top of his shoulder. It did a good job of numbing the pain on that side from the ricocheting rock wound, but Raziel would have to be mindful of his right arm.

As the Cyborg turned to flee, he struck – or rather, he pulled. His outstretched left hand yanked backwards as his fingers curled into a fist in a symbolic gesture. Raziel was no master of this art, but he had been afforded time to gather his strength. The telekinetic blow would hit the cyborg’s midriff with roughly the force of a sledgehammer.

Raziel then proceeded to join the other sith in stalking forwards, saber in hand. He kept on a path to the left of [member="Zhol Kash Dinora"] , looking for an opportunity to capitalise on their advantage in numbers.

NPCs:

The artillery continued to fire on the air base. A continuing stream of firepower that was now ruthlessly accurate. It would surely be a smouldering wreck by now.

Raziel · Jun 25, 2015

Zola · Jun 25, 2015

Location: S0616
Objective: Destroy Selectivist Airbase, roll eyes at Adekos
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Adekos"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Cractius Stretus"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Kiran Vess"]
Enemies: [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Thane Drexel"]
Note: Although this character is a Knight, she is fighting as an Apprentice

Equipment:

Adekos was leaning over with his hands on his knees with a ragged wheezing emanating from behind his mask. Their joint telekinetic push saved their forces lives, but winded him considerably. Jem shot him a worried look, one that he wouldn't see behind her Obsidian Armor helmet. She felt drained as well, but unlike her Master, she had not shouldered the burden of their defense. She had supported him as best he could as his apprentice, but it would be years before she could match his strength in the power. It made sense that he would be feeling more exhausted than she, but she worried that the battle was fatiguing him for other reasons. Perhaps a hidden illness? Asking him personal questions usually ensured that she would be in the company of droids for the following weeks, so she had learned not to pry.

Refusing to let her concerns cloud her focus, she raised her gaze to the battlefield again. As Adekos spoke over the comms, calling for air support, she noticed a missile sailing through the sky scoring a direct hit on one of the Rebel Alliance fighters. It dove towards the ground with a large plume of smoke trailing from its tail. If she were Adekos, she would sent some troops over that way, pronto. She bit her tongue. This was not the time to question his decisions.

Despite her arrogance and naivete, being a young apprentice had its advantages. For one, you recovered your energy fast. As rockets blasted waves of their droids, the Hapan Force adept noticed a commander ([member="Blane Nightfall"]) crouched behind cover, giving orders to the wielders of the rocket launchers. With narrowed eyes, Jemmila began to call upon the Force to unearth a boulder the size of a baby bantha. Her hands extended, she shot the enormous rock like a canon through the sky, aiming the large, speeding projectile straight at the commander and his troops.

Techno Union Invasion of Rebel Alliance Geonosis

Character

Character

And where were the spiders

Kinky Darth Pinky

Member

The Second Seal, broken.

This is what happens when you tap the glass

B E A C O N

The Redeemer

Prime

Guest

Drinking While Flying

Grumpy Goat

Drinking While Flying

OOC account

When I Was A Young Warthog

Burning Forever

Troublemaker

Dark Jedi Spymaster

Dark Jedi Spymaster

Knight of the Obsidian Order

Users who are viewing this thread