Techno Union Invasion of Rebel Alliance Geonosis

[Aszräl]

GEONOSIS
IN ORBIT
ELIMINATE REBELLION
TIME UNTIL ARRIVAL: TWO (2) POSTS

There was no Archon. Asher Valentine had disappeared, with a last word that he would seek out Norongachi and relearn what he felt he had lost. That did not mean there was no Obsidian Order. Specific instructions had been left that until such a time that a particular Obsidian proved his or herself to be worthy of the title Archon, or the old should return, that a select three should take His place and govern the Order in His absence. So it was, and so they were. The Gunray-Class Star Destroyer Fallen Dawn was under supervision of the Order. They would not become involved with a space battle, they weren't there to compile onto the roster of warships. They kept out of range, and observed from afar as the mass of Obsidians mobilised to their respective places.

To the starboard hangars of the ship, went those Obsidians who favoured themselves as pilots. They mobilised into starfighters and awaited the go order. To the port hangars of the ship, went the ground forces. Those who would fight on the ground first and foremost. They entered dropships, and awaited the go order. Once the return was green from the amassed Obsidian Order from the different sectors, each containing a Citadel and each training more and more members, then the go order was given by the Tribunal.

All at once, ships pealed out of the hangars of the Gunray-class. The small mass of ships made their way around the planetary defences, giving them a wide berth. Naturally, this meant it would take longer for them to arrive on the planet's surface, but they would arrive to the world unscathed. It was sounder that way.

FORCES

Spoiler

Knights of the Obsidian Order
@10 Units/Fighter
@3 Units/Master

Unit allowance divided in half due to power of Force Users and versatility of the Order.

PILOTS

• 6 XJ-37 X-Wing TE Starfighters
• 6 Dominus-Class Starifghters

GROUND UNITS

• 73 Order Members of Network Bha'Lir (Warriors)
  2 Master of the Elements (Pyro/Cryo Kinetics, Lightning, Alter Weather, etc.)
• 2 Masters of Telekinetics (Force Choke, Crush, Grip, Push/Pull, Levitation, ad nauseam)
• 1 Master of Mentalism (She'll turn your soldiers on you.)
• 68 Other Assorted Knights and Apprentices

It should not be forgotten that the Order is a techno-Force group. For each member is wearing a customised set of armour, which may come with various modular complexes, including nefarious VCM Probe Droids (only for masters on the roster) and Millicreep Droids. They may also carry the adorable MDD-1 Droids, in clusters of three to five. These are not typical NPCs, and they are not cannon fodder.

 

[Zola]

Location: S0918 > S0617
Objective: Destroy Selectivist Airbase
Allies: The Techno Union ([member="Darth Carach"] [member="Adekos"])
Enemies: Rebel Alliance and allies

Spoiler

Equipment:

• Obsidian Armor
• Lightsaber
• Confessor's whip

The monotone voice of an Umbaran droned orders over the comms. Battle tanks rolled along in perfect lines, crunching over the rocky earth. That new droid smell permeated the air. Jemmila Kyrgen, Neophyte of the Obsidian Order was suited up and ready to go to battle for the Techno Union and all it stood for. All of the surrounding stimulation made the Hapan Force adept's adrenaline buzz. Jem had trained relentlessly with her Master Adekos onboard his battleship, The Machinator, and had endured many long nights of grueling training with little company but Adekos' ever-present droids and their cattle prods. However, that was a treat compared to the long winded lectures that she endured when Adekos was in a chatty mood.

Jem was dying for a fight. While not as combat-savvy as some Padawans at her level, she had the benefit of a fusspot teacher who did not give his pupil a rest until she performed her lessons with the utmost precision. He expected no less than total perfection on Geonosis. And that's what she would give. Despite his opinions of her as insolent and capricious student, her loyalty to the Umbaran would never waver. He might not know it, and she would dare not tell him, but Jemmila would protect Adekos with her very own life if she needed to.

The Hapan sat in the cockpit of the MTAT alongside her Master and awaited further orders. An involuntary smile crossed her face when she heard the familiar baritone of Darth Carach booming over their comms. When Adekos whipped his head around to look at her, she quickly looked away. The last thing she needed before the bloodshed began, was an indignant sermon about her morals, or lack thereof.

 

[Ayden Cater]

Location: Techno Union FOB (1418)
Objective: Kick Puppies, Be Evil, Kill People For Credits, Protect the FOB
Allies: TU
Enemies: TR, [member="Oddball"]

It wasn't pretty. War was never a pretty thing. Even in the best of times, it was an ugly business. No matter how you tried to slice it, the act of war was the grizzly business of disagreement and destruction of wills. It was the pursuit of truth, the victor's truth, and neither side would bow before the other without the blood price. There was a conflict of ideologies here today of freedom vs control, tyranny vs autonomy, right vs wrong. Whoever was victorious today would surely work to rewrite history in their favor, how they stood as vanguards at the gate and defended the people from the unjust actions of the oppressors and the destroyers.

And Ayden did not give a womp rat's ass about any of that.

He had long ago come to terms with the effects and costs of his actions. To him, most matters had long since lost their righteous luster of white or black, good vs. evil. For years he had sat at the head of a dictatorship that held sway over dozens of sectors of space. By his hand and will worlds had been razed and uplifted; homes destroyed and libraries built, lives destroyed and families made whole. One person's righteous was another person's tyranny. Who was the more right? Who had the better claim for vengeance?

Thus he was there on Geonosis not out of some misguided sense of idealism but for the simple fact that he was under contract to be. The First Battle of Geonosis had seen him and his group, the Ghosts of Corellia, hired out as an emergency relief force for the Union group that had sought to reclaim authority of a world lost to the chaos of Akala's return. Instead they had stumbled onto the self-proclaimed Rebel Alliance who staked their own claim to the planet. It had not been a pretty fight. The battle in orbit was roughly equal though the Confederate forces on the surface had been denied a strong foothold and so they were pushed off the planet. Now the Techno Union had returned to evict the Rebels.

Rather than deploy his forces in orbit, Ayden had been given orders to reinforce the Techno Union forces on the ground. Much like the first battle, Ayden's presence on the field was shrouded in deceit. He wore a helmet that concealed his identity and the simple black flightsuit that his other mercenaries wore. Of course they all knew who he was, but they were the only ones. Rather than deploy foot soldiers or armor, Ayden had elected to provide air support. To that end, he was the flight lead for the Wardog Squadron. Their elected craft; twelve Corellian-made Eharl-class Assault Starfighters. Each was painted pristine white while red markings ran down either wing. Underneath either side of the cockpit was the Ghosts of Corellian emblem; two cracked halves of a planet held together by a sword. Along side this was the head of what looked to be a Corellian razor hound, the squadron's personal emblem.

Rather than send them out as part of the initial wave, Techno Union commanders had opted to keep the Wardogs back and wait to see what opening moves the Rebels would make. The strategy seemed worth as several dropships were detected on an intercept course with the base. With the signal given, the Wardogs began their sortie. Lifting off into the air with the air of repulsors, the large white fighters turned and began racing towards the upper atmosphere, and their targets, in pairs. Each called in to confirm flight status and readiness. There weren't any Rebel fighters escorting the dropships now, but Ayden had little doubt that by the time they finished up with the dropships (or they escaped) the enemy would send fighters after them.

The enemy had given up valuable time by climbing, giving the mercenary squadron the time they needed to play catch up. Targeting computers indicated the dropships would cross directly over the FOB in approximately forty-seven seconds, but they would have interception in thirty-nine. It wasn't a large window of engagement, only eight seconds. There was no telling what mission parameters the dropships had. Perhaps they were attempting to get VIPs out of combat and had picked a poor escape vector. Maybe they were going to try and divebomb the base. Whatever their intended purpose, Ayden had his own plans for them.

Closing in on them and with eight seconds to go before interception, Ayden keyed the comm system while his co-pilot readied weapons "Aurek Flight, you are green for missiles. Cresh Flight, hold on missiles." Confirmation lights pinged as the Corellian squadron entered engagement range. "Weapons free, all hands engage and fire at will." Ayden's Eharl fighter rolled to starboard and lashed out at the belly of one dropship with his repeating laser cannons. Above and behind him, his gunner took aim and fired the turreted concussion missile launcher as a follow-up. The short engagement window, combined with their rapid ascent meant that they were forced to shoot through and past the dropships, robbing them of the chance to see their handiwork first-hand. But they came about, ready to shoot down any leftover dropships or turn to engage any would-be pursuers.

Spoiler

Forces:
12x Eharl-class Assault Starfighters - 288
4x Configuration Aurek
Two A-Type Pods - One Proton Torpedo Launcher, One Ion Cannon
Two A/B-Type Pods - One Concussion Missile Launcher, One Repeating Laser Cannon, One Ion Cannon
One A-Type Turret - One Repeating Laser Cannon, One Concussion Missile Launcher

4x Configuration Besh
Two A-Type Pods - One Quad Laser Cannon
Two F-Type Pods - Afterburners and Maneuvering Thrusters
One A-Type Turret - One Quad Ion Cannon

4x Configuration Cresh
Two A-Type Pods - One Homing Concussion Missile Launcher
Two A/B-Type Pods - One Proton Torpedo Launcher, One Heavy Laser Cannon
One A-Type Turret - One Repeating Laser Cannon, Two Ion Cannons

One Speeder Bike - 10

Personal Equipment:
Lymmahtun
Lightsaber
Cater Coat
Paragon-class Personal Shield
Biofoam injectors

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Location: S0511
Objective: Sowing some seeds
Allies: [member="Blane Nightfall"]
Enemies: Prosthetics (Techno Union) Methlab Inc.(One Sith)
Force:

Spoiler

Geosesmic charges,100 Geonosian Miltia, One rusty old speeder bike Location: S0511

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwKmN5q69tA​

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Grey eyes scanned the landscapes of Geonosis from a vantage point just below the Air Base, through a pair of shabby binoculars. Valleys, stone spires, canyons stretched as far as the eye can see, rock formations weathered by the elements into the oddest and sometimes unstable shapes. The terrain was everything but passable, making any non-aeral invasion difficult. It was Tionne's intention to make it even less passable, with a little help from Geonosian Miltia.The Rebel Alliance was not as technically superior as the Techno Union, nor as mighty as One Sith, but they had the advantage of home terrain. Even more so, natives knew every stone and every spire, every fault in rock. Perhaps this battle was not to be lost even before it started.

The Coruscanti Jedi was clad in dirty whites, soft cotton wraps protecting her pallid skin from hostile atmosphere and sizzling sun. She had no gear other than her lightsaber, no Force embued trinkets by her side, no formidable personal guard to stand in her shadow. In that sense, she stood bare in front of dark tide rising in the horizon. The weapon she wielded could not be forged, engineered or distilled through Sith magic, nor could it be disarmed.

The mind.

The mind that conjured the idea of using surplus geostatic charges Rebel Alliance had from their mining activities to crumble towering stone structures along faultlines created from seizmic bursts, in rolling avalanches. The mind that persuaded Geonosian Militia to aid with setting of the charges into cracks inaccessible to anyone but winged creatures that evolved on this planet. The mind that foresaw Techno Union would mostly employ land-dwelling troops to attempt their invasion. The mind that calculated where charges need to be set to have widest range of seizmic blast. Physics, ladies and gentlemen.

A small half-smile curved her lips upon seeing she was right in her assumptions, while still peering into the distance. Tionne could feel them coming, their dark presence grinding against her senses like a wire brush against durasteel. She then simply subdued her presence in the Force, compressing it to virtual nil, thus completely vanishing off radar.

"You will be able to detonate when you have approaching visual and after my mark." said Thanewulf into the comm, broadcasted over encrypted RA channels as troops had already recieved coordinates of charges where the charges would be set. In person.
Thanewulf sat on the speeder bike and drew a pair of dark goggles over her eyes and covered her mouth and nose with white biking mask, purely as protection from the elements and not to look like a ninja.

Let them come.

Little gift for TU and TU allies:

Spoiler

Roleplaying judges were notified of location of charges which are fixed, as well as participating RA allies.Charges will be set during invasion with aid of Geonosian Militia. RA participants and RA allies are at liberty to detonate said charges causing rock avalanches that deal damage to vehicles and technology when TU or TU allies step on designated hex. TU and OS have no IC way of knowing the location of charges. Any attempt of OOC extortion of location of charges will be considered metagaming. Happy walking!

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: 0511
Objective: Hunt some Sith
Enemies: Techno Union
Allies: Rebel Alliance, [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], @Seraphina Shel’tah, [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

Spoiler

NPC Forces:
250 x Republic Commandos assigned to the Gnost Dural
25 x EMBU Droids
25 x YVH-2 Droids

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Kian imagined he sounded a lot like a certain Dark Lord of the Sith as he took a deep breath in and a deep breath out. Geonosis was a planet known for its violent sandstorms, and Kian, preparing for the worse, had worn a variant of the antiox mask that was designed to filter out the sand if the need arose. Kian's robes were light and his head covered in a wrapping, also a precaution to protect him from the harsh environment. Kian came from a planet of harsh storms and had planned accordingly.

"Sir, troops are moving into position." Commander Simmons said stepping up behind Kian, turning to face the man, he was glad to see that they were suited up as well, their armor covering them from head to toe.

"Very good," Kian said glancing up at the sky, "They will be upon us soon enough." Kian said and glanced out onto the sandy plan ahead of him. Kian wasn't sure if he would stay with his soldiers or abandon them to do a little.....hunting. Word had it that a number of high profile One Sith had joined the invasion force. Kian likely wouldn't have come here to aid the Rebel Alliance if this hadn't been the case.

Kian knew there were others here with him. [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] had arrived and was likely doing something to hamper the advance of the enemy. [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] would be her somewhere as well, likely bounding off rocks like a byzantium Master Yoda. And [member="Tugoro Taidarious"].....well he could be anywhere. In the sky, or on the ground, Kian knew his old friend would find a use for himself on the battlefield. Kian was glad to be surrounded by these people he knew, and eager to see the day won.

"This is Kian," Kian said into his comm, "Where am I needed?"

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: Foundry Bravo
Objective: Defend Foundry
Allies: Rebels, [member="Oddball"] [member="Maximilian Vinticus"]
Enemies: Corporate Fascists who's Name can't stay the Same [member="General Mayhem"] [member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Prime"] [member="Darth"] (All of them)
<<Sith Hunter Gear in Bio>>
NPC's:
x100 Geonosian Soldiers
x50 Geonosian Elites
x50 Rebel Soldiers

Nyos stood at the foundry that had been fortified by the Rebel and Geonosian armies. The Sith had joined the fight and Nyos wasn't about to miss his chance to kill them all. With the battle under way, those by his side were anxious to kill the Corporate scum that had vomited themselves onto the planet. Here was where Nyos would hold his line in the sand.

Cries from Rebels and Geonosians alike, taunting the corporate stooges into attacking. It was a glorious sound to hear all the talk about some Sith loose legged mother and a team of Gang members all up in her business. Even the Geos had called out the overpriced,shelled corporate security guards that they should run back to their birth sacks where they'd be safest. It brought tears to Nyos' eye.

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Location: Dropship
Allies: [member="Oddball"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Nyos Val"], [member="Kian Karr"], [member="Tionne Thanewulf"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Maximilian Vinticus"], Rebels
Enemies: Sith Puppets, including [member="General Mayhem"], [member="Ayden Cater"], [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"], [member="Prime"], [member="Aron Rodrie"], [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Adekos"], [member="Greta Kohler"], [member="Zhol Kash Dinora"], [member="Death's Hand"], [member="Orick T'ane"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Kiran Vess"], [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Raziel"]

^^ All the pretty colors! ^^ :wub:

No forces, but plenty of tricks up my sleeve.
Gear is in my bio.

Jarven was sitting next to brave, valiant, and armored men and women. He might have reflected on what it was like to be in his first official large scale military op if he wasn't so darn busy. He was alternately working on his datapad and laptop. These probe droids weren't going to launch themselves. The satellites that the Rebels had in place. He briefly considered how he almost joined up with the Techno Union back when they were known by some other silly name, but was found and taken in by people who actually cared (and were active). That, of course, was the Red Ravens. He still worked for them primarily, but he was married to the illustrious Patricia Susan Zexxel.

And so, here he was, about to go to hell and back again for his wife. He wouldn't be alone, though. He had company...a lot of company. In fact, you could say that he was with a company of troops...or something...blech.

He had a wonderful gift in store for the Rebels that would expose all of the Retro Techno Unies. He was priming hundreds of Global Positioning scout droids for launch into the atmosphere. If the satellites orbiting around the planet weren't able to give enough intel already, these droids would seal the deal. Once they launched from the airbase, they would spread out large, wide, and high up, making sure that all enemy and ally troop movement/activity above ground was picked up.

Each droid had EXO Byte anti-virus http://starwarsrp.net/topic/54006-the-year-of-the-raven/ to protect against the highly unlikely chance that someone without permission could access them. He was about to finish up the final touches and then code in the launch when the dropship started to ascend.

 

[Thane Drexel]

Location: Air Base
Allies: Rebels [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
Enemies: Those Repeat Invaders who didn't learn last time. (TU) idk who to @ yet

Ship: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35177-echo-esb-8a-nevermore/


Thane sat in the cockpit of his Nevermore Bomber, "Whiskey Shooter" and went over the preflight checks as he and the others in Rogue were getting ready to take on the enemy known only as... Oh who the hell cares...The Corporate Banthas!!! A bunch of whiny suit wearing pigs who can't take a hint that the Rebel Alliance won't back down, that they won't lose and that Corporation run governments suck poodoo.


Thane had seen their leader, [member="Juwiela Melec"] zipping into her Flightsuit and wondered what she was wearing under there. He shook off the pink haired fantasy and focused on the task at hand...a shot of whiskey. It was smooth and delicious as it earned his soul and prepared his mind for combat. The boss had instructed the teams to take a certain supplement that would aid them in the fight ahead, it would bring the mind to the brim of capacity and hone the focus as if Thane was a combat expert...which he was...kinda.

"This is Rogue Two standing by Rogue Leader. Glad to have you with us boss. Let's show them Techno bumpkins what being a Rebel is all about!"

Thane fired up the engines and began the take off as dozen and dozen of other fighter pilots did the same. It was like two swarms of insects were racing to meet one another. The home team Wasps vs the invading Gnats. It would be a glorious time to shine for Thane, being a member of the Rogue Squadron and of the Alliance was a proud place for the Drunk Pilot to be. Here and now they'd make the Galaxy know not to mess with the Wasps nest... Thane launched into the skies over Geonosis...Determined to wipe away the stain the TU had spilt upon the red dirt planet.

 

[Oddball]

Location: Upper atmosphere
Objective: Drop
Allies: Rebels [member="Jarven Zexxel"]
Enemies: TU [member="General Mayhem"] [member="Ayden Catar"] [member="Raziel"]

"Sir we have incoming!" The pilot said to Oddball as red lights flashed once more the advanced sensors informing them of incoming fighters.

"Bank down! We're dead if we try to lose them in space! We're going to drop!" Oddball yelled to his pilots.

"Fire incoming!" one of the pilots yelled as the fighters started to open fire on them.

Looking out the window to his right one of the drop ships exploded from the missiles fired and thirty three men were lost in the flash of an eye. That made oddball mad, but there wasn't any time to mourn, they had a job to do. Laser fire shook the shields of their drop ship and the other vessels a few other missiles fired and breeched the shields of another drop ship causing the craft to become heavily damaged.

"Hold on to something!" The pilot said aloud and began to maneuver.

The ships shot down at an angle, not straight down as that would be suicide to do against the interceptors. Descending back down into the troposphere from the stratosphere the ships were right about to hit the techno union FOB, it looked like this was going to be a one way trip. Oddball took in a deep breath and looked up at the flashing red light, they were just about ready to jump down and get to work. It was higher up than they first initially planned but it would have to work.

"Jump on my mark!" Oddball said aloud on the comms.

"Mark!" he yelled as the red light turned a solid green and the doors opened up.

Grabbing a nearby jetpack oddball wasted no time strapping it on above his nutrition frame and jumping out of the ship right as they crossed the threshold of the FOB. One hundred and sixty seven men exited the craft and fell in the middle of the stratosphere. Air was thin up there and each man had a mask strapped to their face to make sure they weren't going to pass out mid fall. The wind pressed against oddball's helmet as he and the other troopers rocketed downwards towards brown earth of geonosis.

"We're not going to be exactly on the money! Try to land together and get behind cover, we'll assault from there!" Oddball said as he continued to plummet to earth.

Looking at his HUD it informed him the time to activate the jetpacks was about ten seconds. Oddball nodded at that and within that time he and the other rebel infantry would be vulnerable to whatever air defenses were set up down bellow. Hopefully they couldn't hit smaller moving targets like people.

As for the Dropships once the men were out they quickly began to circle back around to try and head for the foundry so the air defenses could support them.

Spoiler

NPCs
167 Rebel Troopers with jet packs
85 with blaster rifles
50 with rocket launchers
15 with LMG blasters
20 with anti tank sniper rifles
5 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

 

[Kenrath]

Location: S0510 Airforce Base Roof of tallest building

Objective: Defend base and RA allies

Allies: RA, [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"] [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Maximilian Vinticus"] [member="Thane Drexel"]

Enemies: TU, [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Silara Kuhn"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

Spoiler: Forces and Equipment

6 man Squad has

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/59439-armor-of-the-scarlet-spectres/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/28756-vlr-5-valor-assault-blaster/

Shamus has:

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/59439-armor-of-the-scarlet-spectres/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/32964-tmw-m1-lance-sniper-rifle/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/28756-vlr-5-valor-assault-blaster/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/52546-d25-dropship/(for movement if or when needed)

Cpl Shamus Walker looked at Widowmaker Squad fresh from their mission with Task Force 102nd. They had had little down time before the found themselves standing on dust ball of a planet that kind of reminded Wes of his home on Tat. He almost made him feel nostalgic which explained why when the call came out Wes was the first one on transport there. He looked at his men.

"Alright guys I know you are tired, I know you want to go home."

He smiled to them.

"This is what we signed up for." "To defend the defenseless against tyranny." "Against a people would subjugate them against their will." "Today we fight with honor, today we earn the Scarlet patch." "Today we show them what we are made of."


Wes put his helmet on pulling up the map of the base on the HUD display.

"Ok Guys I am going to high ground." "The rest of the squad is going to the main gate to reinforce them against attack." "We lose this base and we lose air superiority."

Wes popped a quick salute to his men and headed up to the roof of the tallest building on the base sighting in on his Lancer Sniper Rifle towards the main gate.

 

[Davin Jusik]

Location- Near the Airfield in a Pillbox in a tunnel
Enemies-Them
Allies-Us

"Well now! Those are some magnificent colors!" Max mumbled to himself as he chewed a small bit of paper he fished out from a compartment in his armor. The lizard beast croaked from it's fancy little backpack. It understood. Max figured the chances of him making it were slim to none so he decided that he'd die mainlining the universe. The gunships were dancing through the sky, dodging missile fire while dishing back their own searing hot pain.

Blane had went off with the nice Jedi lady to give it to the bastards using some of the left over mining equipment. A few of the soldiers down the tunnel line began shouting various insults at the top of their lungs in the general direction of their enemies, prompting Max to begin his own stream of "WOOOOPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEE YOU BASTARDS. COME AND GET EM. COME AND GET WHAT'S COMING TO YOU. FASCISTSSSSS!"

The lizard beast screeched in agreement. Max leveled his rifle and scanned the colorful landscape before him for corporatists and company.

 

[Sannika Brynn]

Location: S0510 (Airbase)
Objective: Up and at 'em!
Allies: [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], [member="Shamus Walker"], and various and sundry Rebellion sympathizers
Enemies: Corporate Overtakers and Electronica

Spoiler: NPC Forces

S0510:
Air:

• 1x BTL-Q3 Longshot bomber
• 1x T-65XJ3 X-Wing fighter
• 1x Adril-class fighter
• 2x RAB-1 Matchbox bomber

S0610:
Land:

• 5x SPA-1F Rooster with 2x Spartakes Heavy MG
• 5x SPA-1S Gavel with 2x Spartakes Heavy MG
• 10 Rebel Marines - all with Bactarma GEN-1 and DH-17 blaster pistol
  2x with Anti-Tank Rifle Sparrovi Model 50
• 1x with FAV-1 flamethrower
• 5x with Avtomat-Rylotha Model 47
• 2x with SXB-1 Scrubber

S0513:
Land:

• 30 Rebel Marines - all with Bactarma GEN-1 and DH-17 blaster pistol
  4x with Anti-Tank Rifle Sparrovi Model 50
• 3x with FAV-1 flamethrower
• 2x with ReCal Anti-Vehicular Solution
• 20x with Avtomat-Rylotha Model 47
• 2x with SXB-1 Scrubber

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIcOFL58T_M

Sannika Brynn had heard the buzz before. The Techno Union had attacked before--under a different name but with the same agenda--and the Rogues had not even been able to leave the planet since then. They had been stationed here for the past month or so--wisely, as it seemed. The Rebels had seen relentless intrusions from their developing rivals in the wake of that horrid battle, and now it seemed like there would be a repeat performance, as the klaxons would indicate. Spoiler: Rebels win.

Nearly flipping out of her bunk, the twi'lek flygirl hardly took the time to suit up, leaping into the legs of her g-suit and zipping up its orange weave that kind of made pilots look a little goofy for the five minutes prior to takeoff. But from then on, they might as well be the saints of the skies. And Rogue Squadron was the original, undisputed, real deal of a fighter squadron, hailing back to the beginnings of a fledgling Rebellion that had eventually become what it was now--quite the annoyance to the Techno Union.

Sannika had been here nearly since Day One, having jumped at the opportunity to fly after waiting for her turn in the Republic's Starfighter Corps without any sign of her height being overlooked in favor of talent. Eventually, she had certainly adopted the spirit, notching some scratches on her fighters and even her body. She wore her patriotic tattoos proudly and loudly. She would be flying with her longtime leader in the Miraluka Melec, and that was what she loved. Flygirls stayed together.

The tukian runt clambered up the ladder of her RAAF-1a Corvus interceptor, lovingly christened Kantankerous Kill, and dove into its outmoded cockpit with all the excitement of her first flight ever. Strapping in and donning her lekku-friendly helmet, Sannika was ready to go on her end and gave the thumbs-up to the ground crew. The canopy was lowered and she was now committed for another round of this war.

Kantankerous Kill and five other fighters lifted off and swept out of the hangar and into the sky to meet up with the other Rogue birds. "Rogue Lead, Sanna's in. Killed 'em once, we can kill 'em again."

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: S0918 > S0617
Objective: Destroy Selectivist Airbase
Allies: The Techno Union, [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Adekos"] | [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]
Enemies: Selectivist Scum

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NPC

Spoiler

• x2 Warden Combat Cloud Cars
• x25 MA-1 Armored Herglics equipped with x20 BTI-Reaver Repeaters and x5 BTI-HBCs

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Personal Equipment:

Spoiler

• x1 Greatsaber
• x1 BTI-EHP

Orcus lumbered onto the field, clad in pants and little else. The red dust of Geonosis clung to his bare chest. Around him surged the newest creation in Darkwater Security, power armored Herglics, forged from an unholy corporate alliance. Their black and yellow paint scheme resembled that of the Nova Troopers from the old Empire. Orcus had a flair for the theatrical and historical theatre was, in his opinion, the best kind.

With the Warden cars flying close air patrol overhead, Orcus linked up with Adekos and Carach's forces. His relatively small platoon was dwarfed by the lumbering assortment of mechanized vehicles that Adekos had brought into play. And of course with Carach present Royal Guardsmen were everywhere, along with the insufferable wave of presumptuous 'elite' battle droids that Hegemonic Automaton had flooded the field with. Yes, yes they did manufacture them quite well and all, but it was rather hard to impress a warlord who strictly employed seven foot, half-ton cetacean mercenaries.

"This is Orcus, my shock troops are in position. Let us get this over with, hauum."

How he hated desert planets, or whatever one called this ribald, forsaken wasteland.

 

[Raziel]

Location: S1314, entering U1914
Objective: Prepare
Enemies: Socialism [member="Oddball"]
Allies: Capitalism [member="Orick T'ane"]

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)

Looking at his HUD it informed him the time to activate the jetpacks was about ten seconds. Oddball nodded at that and within that time he and the other rebel infantry would be vulnerable to whatever air defenses were set up down bellow. Hopefully they couldn't hit smaller moving targets like people.

Spoiler

http://i.imgur.com/OSLkAry.gif

The walker is armed with two weapons systems to engage both high velocity fighters at a distance and smaller and more agile targets at closer range (including small drones and potentially even jet pack troops).

Unfortunately, following the exploits of a certain beskar-clad flying overpowered killing machine at Druckenwell, the Techno Union had developed just such a weapon. Unlike its primary weapons designed to attack aircraft from tens of kilometres, it's secondary weapons had a much shorter range. Ten seconds was enough time for a free falling human to travel between five hundred metres to a kilometer, depending on the mass and air density of geonosis and the initial downwards velocity of the drop ships. So it could be assumed the soldiers were within range.

Claxons briefly blared as the CRAM spiders incorrectly assumed the mass of objects to be a rocket attack. Motors whirred as the CRAM spiders and F5 Bucklers under Raziel's command aligned their weapon systems. Composite beam lasers and flak cannons would fire into the air with extreme precision. It would be brown trouser time for the incoming soldiers as fate, or in real terms the algorithms programmed into the target acquisition software of the Techno Union GBAD machines, decided who would survive and who would die. Similar weapons systems under other commands would likely follow suit.


Meanwhile, Raziel's adaptive camouflage shifted from ochre hues, the mottled grey and black as he stepped into the catacombs entrance. Stretching out his senses into the darkness ahead, he started to pick out his route, allowing the Force to guide him. A strong force user would sense that use, but Raziel was a master at concealing his own presence and would be hard to pinpoint.

Not even needing his keen eyesight, which had served him well in near perfect dark before, he went underground. He hoped the Sith spawn being directed by the many faced God wouldn't try and eat him.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: S1019
Objective: Walk, not Run.
Allies: I have those?
Enemies: Rebel Alliance and their Allies in general.

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YK0iQlKXxEk[/media]​

There are things in life that are absolutes.

Survival is one of them. In life to get ahead another must be pushed down, it is the natural order of things - the realist's view, the objective perspective. It is the truth. Yet throughout history, time and time again, there rises the few that have already achieved their peak, those who look down upon others and rather than see a potential for further greatness they see disparity, they feel remorse, pity, and their goals align with what they believe is best for those less fortunate, those weaker than they. They seek to absolve these pitied folk from the laws of nature, from survival of the fittest. A disruption of order, of which repercussions are felt not only on the community's level but throughout the galaxy at large. They lead to fools that follow this example, believing it to be right and true - never suspecting that their civilization now founded upon lies might come crashing down when the superior force returns.

"Such disgusting vermin. They grow fat on the success of others, they breed like rodents while they plot the destabilizing of their neighbors." She muttered, contempt dripping with every syllable. A 'rebel alliance' they called themselves, yet what were they rebelling? Were they located in the territory of another? No? The name was confusing in and of itself, and their promotion of the rebellion on other worlds in the name of "freedom" was clearly only to serve their own ends - they saw no need to aid those on these planets unless it served to aid them. They could deny it as much as they wished, but she judged by cause and effect - if they were truly for their cause they would have surfaced at the core of tyranny, in the heart of Coruscant. Yet they appeared like a tumor near the southern edge of the galaxy, on Geonosis no less. They claimed to fight for freedom, for their purported liberty and ideals. It was all a sham, in her eyes, but that was not why she was here. There comes a time in the life of a Sith Lord in which they decide what it is that drives them, their motivations, their goals. Some see their power as a means to an end, to obtain their goals and to further themselves personally - a chaotic existence to say the least - while others see to it that they establish an order, to rule over those who cannot rule over themselves in a twisted but noble way. But she saw a different reasoning for her delving in the dark side of the force, and it was no petty matter, there was nothing noble of it at all. What more to fight for than the sake of evil itself?

Silara sat perched on the edge of a small formation of rocks, hair tied tightly into a silvery-red bun. Seventeen years had passed since she had wed, and now months since she had last seen the gems of her life. The galaxy believed her to be missing, her husband to be dead, and their legacy to be buried with their disappearances. 'Oh how wrong they are.' Crept her thoughts as she moved to stand. It would take more than false media coverage of their intentional disappearance for the Sith Lord to simply roll over and die, and now she had returned to set up the galaxy for the second act, to pull the curtain back and let the show begin. Geonosis would be the beginning, the very beginning, and she would see to it that Coruscant would be its end. A skip, a hop, and Silara was at the base of the formation overlooking what appeared to be a short ravine that led northwards toward the Rebellion's territory. She had still yet to decide her method of involvement, whether it would be indirect or otherwise, but the time to choose would come soon enough. Darkness would be on the horizon of this war, and there would be no end in sight.

 

[Krasnaya Xue]

Location: Space
Objective: Eliminate the Corporatists.
Allies: Free-Thinking Rebels
Enemies: Corporate Fascists, [member="Irys Arist'lar"]

Spoiler: Techno Union Theme

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLUX0y4EptA

She knew this day would come again. For without slaying the head, the dragon shall return.

The indomitable Admiral Krasnaya Xue stood aboard her flagship Irreverent, Mothma-class, with about as amused a smile as a Hutt would wear during Space Lent. Icy blue eyes sought the stars for visible signs of the inevitably incoming enemy fleet that had no intent but to utterly decimate whatever the Rebellion stood for. The Techno Union propaganda was rife with its continual disparaging of Selectivism and its inane equation of the accepted government of Geonosis with the ideals of the entire Alliance. However Krasnaya might enjoy that sentiment, it was simply not true.

What was true was her resolve. This time, she would be solely responsible for the Red Fleet's success. There was no failure. Only freedom. "Have the Corporate Fascists entered the system yet?" she questioned her sensors crew.

"No, ma'am. But hyperspace signatures have been detected en route for Geonosis."

"Pilots to stations." They would play this game again. They would play it under the Rebellion's rules this time. The Red Fleet had not even played to full capacity prior, and the admiral wished to amend that.

Spoiler: Fleet

Ship Location Orders Shields Hull Speed
Mothma-class Irreverent 1300 Scan 1137/1137 1137/1137 0
Solo-class Solo 1200 Scan 1137/1137 1137/1137 0
Solo-class Incessant 0900 Scan 1137/1137 1137/1137 0
Skywalker-class Irreproachable 1000 Scan 1137/1137 1137/1137 0
Resistance-class Resistor 0801 Scan 752/752 752/752 0
Resistance-class Vindication 1401 Scan 752/752 752/752 0
Rieekan-class Bludgeon 1201 Scan 300/300 300/300 0
Rieekan-class Wayward Daughter 0900 Scan 300/300 300/300 0
8x HEPF-1 Saint 1300 Idle Full strength
2x RAAF-1a Corvus 1300 Idle Full strength

 

[Blane Nightfall]

Location:S0511

Allies: The Rebel Alliance, [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]

Enemies:TU and their allies.

Force:25 snipers(equiped E-17d sniper rifle), 10 marines equiped with rocket launchers and 65 marines with AR-47

Equipment:AR-47,Ray Shield Grenade(5),Ysalamir(1), DC-17 hand blaster.

Blane stood firmly holding his AR-47 in his hands staring in the distance With an angry expression on his face, in fact, if he would have been in a shop right now, the seller would have been scared to death. It wasn't his itnention though, that's simply a reaction from instinct, he won't show any sign of weakness, not in front of the enemy. The other troops were already alerted seeming to wait the lieutenant's orders. Blane was a bit different in the matter of commanding, he wanted his men to be ready in any moment for anything, he knows the atrocities of war and no ammount of bullets will make him abandon his men or let them die.

He suddenly turned around to face his men, no sign of fear could be found in Blane's eyes as he spoke "Alright boys, there is no guarantee that they will crawl back to mommy, so if anybody needs a bathroom break, now is the time. Otherwise get ready, check the ammo, check the weapons, check everything so that there won't be any surprises." It was Blane's way to get rid of the "horrific silent" he so much hated... He could only hope that Max will be alright, one of the few men he begun to know and probably the only one that earned some kind of trust from Blane.
He moved beside Tionne and spoke with a low voice "Is it ready, master jedi?" A mistake he probably dosen't even care, knight,master kind of the same thing for Blane.

 

[General Mayhem]

Location: Pre-fabricated base
Objective: Kill a lot of people and things
Enemies: [member="Oddball"] and Lord knows who else is on this killing field
Allies: Every sadistic monster in the galaxy with time to burn and money to make, apparently






Mayhem was impressed by their maneuvering upward to evade the missiles. However, it had given the drop more difficulty--which would buy her time. Time enough to bring out several drodis armed with rpg's. "Switch to manual motion targeting, theyr'e going to attempt dropping in."




Ten seconds of free-fall was not a great deal of time for a human. But for a combat driven droid, ten seconds was a long gap. In a battlefield, ten seconds was more than enough time for everything to go wrong. While Raziel's anti-missile defense filled the sky with blades and weapons, the T-1's began locking onto falling soldiers and firing blasters at full tilt, then running back into their IFV's quickly for redeployment after a shot or two per drone. A small volley, maybe a good several dozen shots, and then a retreat to the combat vehicles. Only a few would likely hit the falling men, but hey, every death before impact saved them a fight later.


She signalled via comm-link to the "cavalry" equipped with jump jet belts. "Calculated a projected landing spot. Be prepared to charge through them. We move shortly. For the Union!"

Her eyes glowed wickedly for a brief moment--a flash of blue lightning, a spark of something altogether mad and wild. The fabricated base was weathering this quaint little assault well. She picked up her staff. Soon enough, she would lead the charge into the enemy. She wondered if [member="Prime"] had any plots up his sleeve. Well, whatever passed for a sleeve amongst the many droid commanders in this desolate desert, the foundry through which she would rebuild even greater goals. She was here to conquer planet for the Union, and in turn the Creation Nest.



She sent another comm signal to the VC probes. "Finish the modifications. You have five minutes. Act in support of the Z-3 units in integrating the systems. Do what you can, little ones."

 

[Caulder Dune]

Location: S0617
Objective: Destroy Selectivist Airbase
Allies: The Techno Union ([member="Darth Carach"]) ([member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]) ([member="Darth"] Orcus)
Enemies: National Socialist Selectivist Worker's Party

Spoiler

Forces:

• 002 ACS-501 Redeemer Main Battle Tanks (souped up)
• 002 MTATs
  150 TA1 Battle Droids
• 085 TA2 Battle Droids
• 004 TA4 Battle Droids (souped up)

Equipment:

• Obsidian Armor (additions: utility belt, wrist blaster, command and control terminal,
• Nyax Arm Cannon V2-A
• Electrum Hilt Lightsaber

The mechanical groan of walkers and the incessant hum of hovercraft filled the air. This military symphony was accompanied by the sounds of Hion's professional Herglics and Carach's royal guard, both equipped with high-quality power armor and both marching in tandem with the rest of the force. This was what the Techno Union was all about. Superior firepower and undaunted technological advancement. Meanwhile, these Rebels were probably communicating via smoke signals and trying to pick out a more fashionable loincloth for the impending Geonosian fashion season. As it turned out, green was the new red.

His apprentice seemed to be content to fantasize about things other than a swift and brutal victory that would crush the Selectivist resolve. Unsurprising. She was young, and Carach's ridiculous baritone was like a siren's call for young women. He didn't bother to make fun of her. They had a position to entrench themselves in. Advancing into and past fortified enemy positions was not something Adekos generally liked to do. Not without first chewing through those defenses with proton cannon-equipped artillery. The kind that could hit a bantha over six kilometers.

The Rebel Airbase was not only within that range, but substantially larger.

When they arrived on the ridge, Adekos orders' were simple. Carach, being a simple man, would appreciate them.

"Carach, Orcus, we are entrenching ourselves on this ridge. Bring the artillery to the center of the formation, have your AA units fan out and create an air shield around our formation. I want the tanks forming a ring around us. Nothing gets through."

He relayed his orders, then killed his own microphone in order to speak to Jemmila. "The artillery is fairly accurate, but it will still need spotters. My secretary will be along shortly with two speeder-bikes. Will you be joining me?"

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: 1316--> Firing on 0510 and 0511 (mythosaurs) and 0511 (Redeemers)
Objective: Destroy the Rebels
Allies: Techno Union
Enemies: Rebels (You or your forces are in my target area [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Shamus Walker"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] )
Force:

Spoiler

ACS-503 Mythosaur Mobile Fortress (1)
Equipped with (4) PLRA1-MLRS
ACS-503 Mythosaur Mobile Fortress (1)
Equipped with (4) PLRA1-MLRS
ACS-503 Mythosaur Mobile Fortress (1)
Equipped with (4) PLRA1-MLRS
ACS-501 Redeemer Battle Tanks (6)
Infantry (30)
ACS-004 Immortial Battle Armor
MM9 Wrist Rocket
DUR-24 Wrist Laser
ZX Czerka Flamethrower
Cybernetic Body Enhancement
ACS-205 ADWS w/ Viper 2 Grenade Launchers
DX-2 Disruptor Pistols
Class-A Thermal Detonators (4)
Group has PLX-1 Portable Missile Launchers (3)

The Mythosaurs roared up the hill, powering into position just below the top of the ridge. From here the main turrets of the Mythosaurs, capitol ship grade Heavy Mass Drivers, armed with homing EMP rounds could be put to work, pounding down the fortresses shields. “Well Commander, it appears you will get to see these monsters put to work for once. Hopefully they will leave you something to fight.” I said to [member="Tmoxin Temi"] standing beside me. “Unload our force of 501’s to assist, captain.” Within short order, the six battle tanks were unloaded from the Mythosaurs and pulled just in front of them, set so that only the barrel stuck out from beneath the Mythosaurs shields and that the recoil would push them pack in.

Turning my attention back to the Operations Center, I began issuing orders, having weapons brought to bear on our foes. “Shields up, unlock missiles, all weapons hot. Fire control,” I said swiveling my head to the left, “Sustained fire with all three Mythosaurs on that airbase and surrounding infantry, alternating.” The short order went out, and seconds later the first round departed in a thunderous ground shaking BOOM. Shortly after another blast from our left, and then another to our right second after that. The rounds were homing, had less than two kilometers to travel and would only be in the air for about a half a second before impacting. There was little you could do to miss a full size building, even if it was indirect fire. And as for the infantry, well these eight hundred kilogram Ionite fragmentation EMP warheads were designated for whom it may concern. They were intended to disrupt vehicles, equipment, and well blasters would be effected to.

The Dual Heavy Laser Cannons swiveled prepared to take shots against any enemy that dared expose themselves over the ridge. Quad Laser Cannon turrets, much like one would find on a freighter began tracking the dropships of [member="Oddball"] overhead, taking shots at them as they flew towards the prefabricated base.

"Redeemers are to ground those infantry to dust."ACS-501’s armed with ACS-603 rounds began firing at the infantry forces near the airbase. It was indirect fire, but that is why the large baradium rounds were set for airburst, to maximize their effectiveness against infantry.

*My gear is in Signature