Techno Union Invasion of Rebel Alliance Geonosis

Zola · Jun 20, 2015

Location: S0617 > S0616
Objective: Destroy Selectivist Airbase
Allies: The Techno Union ([member="Darth Carach"] [member="Adekos"])
Enemies: Rebel Alliance and allies

Equipment:

Jem swept back her hair in a ponytail, and then donned her helmet. It was her first time wearing the Obsidian Armor that was specially made for members of the Order. Apparently it took some getting used to, but once it did, it purportedly felt like a second skin. At the moment, the Hapan apprentice felt a bit like a turtle in a conch shell, but she knew that soon, she would move as one with the hi-tech battle suit. As master and student made their way out of the cockpit of the MTAT, the first thing that Jemmila saw were the Techno Unions walkers towering over them. The metal behemoths made her heart skip a beat. As Umbaran and Hapan looked out over the ridge, Jem watched their portion of the artillery move into their carefully choreographed formation. Not a droid or soldier was out of place. She knew that the battle would eventually get messy, but at the moment, the perfect groupings of droids, tanks, and the Herglic and Darth Carach's royal guards elicited a fierce determination in her. She would not let these warriors down.

When Adekos turned and asked her if she would join him in spotting Darth Carach's artillery, she gave him a solemn nod.

"I will go wherever you go, Master Adekos" she said, her hand involuntarily caressing the hilt of her saber.

Let's face it, Adekos probably thought her mind was else ware, most likely on the chiseled jaw and bedroom eyes of Darth Carach. But in actuality, Jemmila was extremely laser-focused on her duties. There was a time and a place, you know.

Corey's OOC · Jun 20, 2015

Location: 1317 Firing on 0510 with Redeemers and on 0511 with J-1 Artillery
Objective: Death of Rebels without a cause, and not in the sexy James Dean kind of way
Allies: Credits, [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], Techno Union Forces and people who don’t want to live in the USSR
Enemies: Space Soviet Commies, people in my fire zone, [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Shamus Walker"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Juwiela Melec"]

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He wished HE had Dinobot. He could ride Grimlock through war and cast super awesome spells of the Force on his enemies. Well, not really, but Starchaser could dream. He was here to aid in support of the war effort, and to put his genetic gifts to use. And no, not his super liver, or dashing good looks. Other gifts. He took another sip from his alchemized cup, because well, look at it. It was awesome and made sure he knew where his armor’s helmet was. He was in his standard load out as defined by his tech sub that is in his biography. Yeah, he’d step out of his tank sooner or later. What he needed to do now was order his troops.

And that was why he had brought the heavy artillery. One of the TA3 Tactical Droids by Hegemonic Automaton (Choose Hegemonic Automaton for all your automated needs, kill switch free since forever), was giving orders. Having tactical droid support was invaluable here, as he was able to bolster positions where he was needed and do what he could to help kill Rebels.

He ran a hand through his hair. Was he really going to get out of the tank? He was going to need to… He had only hoped that the assist was going to come in time. He could really use the power boost here. “Tee-Aye, I’ll be leaving the LAV shortly. Make sure that our droids are keeping their eyes to the sky, and ready for anything.” He was just waiting on a friend to show up. This meant that he was really sick of Rebels if he was going to use the Force.

Nyos Val · Jun 20, 2015

Location: Foundry
Objective: Stave off Corporate Bantha Fodder
Allies: [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Oddball"] [member="Kian Karr"], [member="Tionne Thanewulf"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Maximilian Vinticus"], Rebels
Enemies: Sith Poodoo, 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"] job [member="Orick T'ane"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Kiran Vess"], [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Raziel"]

NPC's
x100 Geonosian Soldiers
X50 Geomosian Elites
x50 Rebel Soldiers

It was starting, the Techno babbles had launched their first wave of kills at the Rebels, it could be seen from here all the wasted time and money falling to the dirt as Techno Dorks died left and right.

No one had yet come the way of the foundry, but Nyos would suspect that would change soon. In his lines, the troops were line up in trenches, snipers atop the buildings, turrets at key points and Geos buzzed about as they relayed info from the other sectors.

Nyos grabbed a pair of specs and looked out over the battle field. There, just to the South, Nyos could see the combined Forces of some Sith machines, a whale, and some other person who he could only guess was another corporate peacock ([member="Adekos"], [member="Hion the Herglic"], [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"])

"Ready yourselves, we have some customers. Get those snipers on targets and fire at will. All turrets be ready, get some launchers up front, they have armor. Let's show me the might of the Alliance!"

As soon as they were withing range, snipers would begin firing at high value targets.

Freanne · Jun 20, 2015

Location:1116
Allies: Techno union
Enemy: Rebel Scum

Forces 165 soldiers full infantry company
+scout platoon of 35 men + freanne
Equipment
145 harbinger infantry company
20 Repeaters
36 Harpy scout platoon
201 blaster pistols all
201 Phase armour
and every one has a knife and few grenades

Lt Roscoe was attached infantry company, under the command of Captain Emerton. They were assigned to assist Major [member="Draco Vereen"], and as soon as they landed in what she like to call a steel coffin, due to amount comrades they lose in those things. As her and his men disembarked, they met little resistance, then waited for order come of march towards. Whilst she waited for order to come, she set up a defence line with her scout troops. Whilst the captain reported in, and set his men up.

She looked down her scope and waited for orders, the recon armour she used recently was going through it last phase of development. Shame it would been really useful here. Especially if she ends up in a tunnel fight, but r&d said it was not ready yet for full roll out.

Velok the Younger · Jun 20, 2015

Location: U1219
Objective: Flush the pipes
Allies: [member="Raziel"]
Enemies: Rebels

NPC Forces:

U1219
-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
220 at U1219, 25 at U1118 as advance scouts

-1 Leviathan of Corbos
-5 qo'saarai, as above
Guarding tunnel entrance at S0917

The qo'saarai scouts were the first into the caverns, their natural habitat. The intent was to verify the safety of this shaft, then eventually fan out to cover various approaches to the target location. Basic geomatic sensors had given them a rough map, but when it came to underground operations in the dark, tuk'ata catacomb guardians didn't need maps. They moved silently, or close enough, either bipedal or quadripedal as the terrain required. The shafts were large, a good fifty metres across, giving plenty of room for the scouts to fan out and root out ambushes, cave-in traps, or anything along those lines. This particular entrance was so close to the Techno Union drop zone, and so far from the enemy positions, that it seemed nobody had gotten here to fortify the place. That certainly wouldn't be the case in the deeper catacombs; Kash expected entrenched positions, maybe, or at least harrying parties and cave-in charges. For now, though, the scouts advanced stealthily and unopposed. The telepathy that tuk'ata used for pack coordination meant they had no need for verbal or electronic communications.

With the deftness of one who'd been responsible for their creation, Kash monitored their progress from her position fifty metres back. She was, by this point, deep in the Force, and her specialization lay in aperion -- the aspect that controlled electromagnetism, gravity, time and other fundamental laws. Her training and experience in the Aing-Tii arts allowed her to use their most straightforward skill, that of fighting-sight, in relation to her Force-bonded soldiers. Kash put her primary focus on the scout team. Though some detail escaped her, she became deeply aware of their immediate future, a bit of bent causality to make a Rebel's eyes water -- or make Raziel grumble about paradox and FTL. When he encountered the scouts, in due course, they would give him no problems. Tuk'ata had good instincts underground, he'd be approaching enemy positions...and Rebels were allergic to his kind of colour scheme.

The main body of troops, two hundred twenty qo'saarai, moved deeper into the tunnel with Kash. The Leviathan of Corbos remained outside the entrance with a handful of qo'saarai, its massive head tracking the aircraft not so far away. For the moment, though, it refrained from engaging, persuaded by its handlers.

Darth Eversor · Jun 20, 2015

Location: S0919
Objective: Bring death upon socialism.
Allies: Sith and TU
Enemies: Rebels.

This was nothing new to Abraxas, albeit with different faces and a significantly different cause, the meaning of war had not changed and neither did the creation's perspective on who was a hero or who was in the wrong. Death was his tool, his instrument that would elicit the melody of screams and a cacophony of bones breaking before his very inhumane gauntlet of cold lack of mercy. The Techno Union was a new home for Abraxas, one that he could come to appreciate despite lacking the ability to appreciate anything at all. Their use of technology was far beyond the petty whims and philosophies of standardized humanoids that bled feelings rather than ideas of creation or effective methods of slaughter.

The monstrosity found himself alongside the Sith that would be aiding in the destruction of these so-called Rebels; rebellion, what good did it serve when the outcome was almost always problematic? They would only feel strife in the end, as far as Abraxas could determine emotion and the result of failure for most humans and the like. Their demise would be his sport, however. Their deaths would be likened to pigs in an enclosure, being chased in a loop over and over until they've all been taken down one by one. Their blood wouldn't do much to satisfy Abraxas, but it would make him realize that they were ultimately inferior.

Standing upon the tank that [member="Vrag"] and [member="Kiran Vess"] situated themselves, the creation awaited the time of contact. His slugthrower pistol strapped to his thigh in its holster while a chrome lightsaber hilt remained firmly grasped in his right hand. The blade would be crimson, yet it mattered not the allegiance that the color was respectfully sworn to. Weapons were weapons in the end, and they all had one true purpose.

Eradicate all life.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3MAeiwJc8-E&list=LLuap6D97Ak_a2qDeGaVJe_Q&index=80

Darth Metus · Jun 20, 2015

Location: Landing at 1317; Droids Headed to FOB
Objective: Exterminate. Exterminate. EXTERMINATE.
Allies: The Capitalist States of Space 'Murica. ([member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"])
Enemies: The Communist Knuckledraggers

When last the Techno Union lashed out against the so-called Rebel Alliance, a small error was made. Much akin to bringing a flyswatter into an infested home, the nation had made the tactical mistake of bringing too little firepower. A mere flyswatter would not be enough to remove to insolent pests from a beautiful home, and likewise the small invasionary force fielded last time would not do. No, when dealing with pests, it is best to call an exterminator.

And finally, he had arrived.

From the heavens above did a Union Pod Carrier and Corvette manifest. Their presences would not be long, for the goal here was simply to drop and go as quickly as possible. Without delay, the former two vessels aligned with its coordinates and released a swarm of drop pods down to the world below. At the same time, a single, hulking behemoth bounded forth from the Corvette's hangar. 'Twas none other than the Cin Bes'uliik, and its rider Dagora-Kel.

After confirming the pod launch and Dagora's depature the two vessels got the kark outta dodge, leaving the Dar'manda to drop in alongside a horde of pods. Typically speaking, these would be filled to the brim with droids or Union soldiers...but today over half were dummy units. For his role in the battle, Dagora only needed a small assortment of troops, and as such he prioritized getting them to the ground in one piece over sheer numbers. To this end, empty pods were launched alongside full ons; thereby adding some assurance that the force would make it to the ground.

As for Dagora, high-boost engines propelled beast and rider through the atmosphere of Geonosis. He had been noticeably absent from the first offensive, and as such he had a lot of making up to do. The Rebel Alliance had stained their hands with the blood of a monarch...a monarch that belonged to him. As such, a bloody reckoning awaited the vermin who dared play in the backyard of literal gods. Only death and devastation awaited those who sullied the names of heroes in the hopes of drawing the young and the stupid to their cause.

Seconds passed and a swift descent turned into landing. All about the Mythosaur, pods rained down and collided with the thirsty ground. Likewise, the Bes'uliik touched down at the base of the absolutely sexy behemoth and lowered itself to a crouch. Dagora promptly disembarked; sliding the glass cockpit back and jumping down upon the dusty ground. "Team ROFLstomp, assemble." he said, addressing his forces over the comm. By his command did the drop pods open to reveal their horrors. The vast majority of the force was completely automaton: consisting of a host of TA-1s and Barons. They were joined by malicious creatures of the Darkness: Smoke Demons, who currently appeared as nothing more than whisps of smoke.

"This is Dagora, I've landed." he said, switching to the open, TU channel momentarily. From there, he unslung his sniper rifle and took aim...at nothing in particular. As the weapon had ridiculous range, it could be used to gain a quick idea of what was going on down range. At the moment, Team Mythosaur was assaulting a structure in the distance...and a bit closer, there were bodies plummeting to the earth. "Huh." he said, before following one down. A simple zoom of the scope revealed something telling about the poor sod.

A Rebel insignia.

Dagora tracked the sucker and pulled the trigger. A round screamed forth apace with a Verpine Shatter Round. Three hundred feet were spanned in the blink of an eye...and score one for the Techno Union. "Barons, to the air. Light these karkers up." he commanded. At his words, a symphony of jetpacks sounded off.

The droids were coming, the droids were coming!

Total: 300

Obsidian
Dagora's Armor (Fully Loaded)
"The Annihilator" - Blaster Pistol
"Sweet Mercy" - Sniper Rifle

Oddball · Jun 20, 2015

Location: Techno Union FOB 1518
Objective: Assault
Allies: Rebels
Enemies: TU [member="General Mayhem"] [member="Raziel"] [member="Dagora-Kel"]

A good five seconds had past as they fell through the sky and dust of geonosis, and all seemed well at first. But that's when Oddball's HUD picked up enemy movement of a very sinister kind. Aiming anti personnel weapons at them the man slammed on his commlink and yelled into it to his falling troops.

"EVASIVE MANEUVERS NOW!!" he all but screamed into the mic of his helmet.

And he was just in time as well, a few seconds later and there would of been more loss. The jetpacks of the alliance roared to life and the air filled with various screams as fifteen men were shot down mid air, some being disintegrated before their bodies even hit the ground. They had already lost near fifty men and they hadn't even hit the ground yet, but that was about to change. It was time to start bringing the pain to the union. Maneuvering out of the way of incoming rockets and anti air units Oddball and his men touched down right outside of the the techno union forward operating base.

"Get behind cover and hit them with everything!" Oddball yelled out to his men and soon the rebels that were outside the prefabricated buildings took cover behind various rock spired that stuck out of the ground.

Taking point oddball began to lay out targets that needed to be hit for the men with the missile launchers. The men were spread out over the course of about a hundred and fifty to two hundred meters in a half circle around the rear of the base. A thirty to fifty meters outside of it. There was a small fifteen meter no mans land where the rock spires ended and the base began, getting past that would be tricky so they would have to engage here and take out defenses before moving up.

"Rocketeers target the air emplacements and that droid that was just shooting us! Bring it down!" Oddball yelled and soon blaster fire erupted from the rock formation as both teams exchanged fire.

The missile troopers started to aim their anti vehicle solution missiles that were star fighter grade concussion missiles at the F5 Buckler Anti-air walker, another group of rocketeers starting firing on the two 2xPounder Heavy Mech, and the last focused on the CRAM Spider. Over thirty missiles were fired from the rocket crews as they locked on and fired away. The homing missiles would have to work otherwise this attack would be for nothing, eliminating the FOB and taking over those cannons were imperative to the operation.

"Lay down a suppressive fire! Alpha and Bravo squads you're with me! We're rushing the base to provide cover!" oddball ordered as he gathered up ten men, seven with blaster rifles three with rockets.

Oddball and his ten men pushed forward to the edge of the rock spires and the beginning of the no man zone, taking cover behind the last of the spires Oddball was at the tip of the spear and he intended to stay that way.

"Droids incoming colonel!" One of Oddball's men stated as he tracked movement.

"Engage those droids bring hotel and golf up! Cover our missile launchers!" Oddball grabbed his Viccae assault rifle and loaded a can of blast bugs into the well.

Two more squads of ten started to move up to provide a protective shield for the rocketeers in the back of the spires taking aim at enemy armor.

"Incoming anti air fire! a pilot yelled into the comm unit as the rest of the drop ships were on their way back to the air base.

"I can't shake it! We're going down!" One of the pilots yelled as his dropship was struck by [member="Draco Vereen"] 's laser cannons.

Clipped in the wing the pilot did his best to steer it but at this altitude he knew there was no surviving, he didn't have the fire power to take out one of those mobile fortresses, but he had the mass. The twenty five meter drop ship plummeted and aimed directly at the rear Mythosaur. The other pilots in the four drop ships understood the man's sacrifice and would help any way they could.

"Light them up with a strafe!" The pilot yelled and soon a barrage of twenty four concussion missiles and spitfire lasers were being hailed down focused on two other mobile fortresses. The plan was to hit them with everything as they strafed over with a small bombing run while covering the dive bombing pilot.

NPCs
152 Rebel Troopers with jet packs
75 with blaster rifles
47 with rocket launchers
15 with LMG blasters
18 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

Gorba the Hutt · Jun 20, 2015

Location: S0617 -> S0616
Objective: Destroy Selectivist Airbase
Allies: The Techno Union, [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Adekos"] | [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]
Enemies: Selectivist Scum, [member="Nyos Val"]

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NPC

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:

x1 Greatsaber
x1 BTI-EHP

"Understood, Adekos."

The Sith Lord turned and issued a series of orders to his MA-1 troopers. They began to fan out slightly, being sure to stay in position near or under the artillery in case of an infantry assault. Their light repeaters, wielded with impunity by the Herglics, would make short work of any ground units.

Orcus took out his com link and turned it to the close air patrol frequency. "Sky Lead, what is the situation in the clouds?"

"Clear skies up here, no bogeys spotted yet, Lord Orcus."

"Good. Continue to patrol."

Reassured that there would be no sudden impending threat from above, Orcus followed in the wake of the large strike force as they trundled up the ridge. The russet soil of Geonosis churned beneath them as boots, wheels and mechanical legs worked with the steady whir of servos to remind them all of the technological prowess that drove this assembled might.

Jealousy crept into Orcus as the heat from the planet began to take its toll along with the plume of dust the battle machines kicked up in their wake. He was reminded that his soldiers were cozily air conditioned inside their power armor, safe from the environmental effects of their exertion. Perhaps he should commandeer a suit for himself at a later date. He hummed to himself, blocking out the droll monotony of the march. These combat operations were not new to the Herglic. He'd spent half of his life as a mercenary, fighting pirates and other ilk in the Suarbi system. His actions there, though small, had helped to establish a semblance of order. He couldn't attest to whether or not it had lasted. He hadn't been there in years.

Remembrance of those actions and how futile they likely were washed in, strengthening the deep ocean of his bitter wroth. He had not been able to establish order as a mercenary, nor as a Jedi. Only as a Sith had he seen any true progress. Thus, a Sith he would remain. A gamble in fate. He'd already died twice. The Dark Lord's curse had brought him back, displacing the soul of one of his kin. Taking the body for his own. Oh yes, this was borrowed time and borrowed flesh. He did not think he would rise a third time. The Dark Lord's power had diminished to infinitesimal proportions, or else he was truly dead. Whatever it mattered, the curse had died along with him. Or so he hoped.

The Sith Lord, flanked by two MA-1 troopers, reached the top of the ridge and glanced around. Ah, there stood Adekos and his apprentice. Odd. He felt a sense of impending danger. What-

Something zipped through the air like an angry hornet and pinged off the beskar helmet of the Herglic trooper to Orcus' right. The trooper fell to his knees, a ponderous movement that shook the ground. One armored flipper clutched at the helmet and he let out a trill of pain. In the cacophony of that trill and the clanking of the tanks, Orcus missed the next three shots. Two ricocheted off the chest plate of the other accompanying trooper, leaving him unharmed. The last took Orcus in the outer right pectoral, carving a hot furrow through his blubber in a deep graze. Blood boiled out from Orcus, hot and coruscating in the harsh sun's light. He seized the pain flaring through his body and used it to feed the gathering tide of his anger.

Swiftly, the cetacean activated his great saber, bringing to life the enormous crimson blade even as his wound bled, painting the soil a deeper shade of red.

His bass voice rumbled out, clear as a clarion call and deeper than the rumble of thunder. "Sniper fire!"

With lumbering steps he stomped over to the fallen MA-1 trooper and seized him by the arm, then with Force-assisted strength he drug the hulk away from the upper ridge and underneath the MTAT. The soldier likely had a concussion from the kinetic impact of the round. Orcus had recognized that crack. Every weapon had a unique sound. It had sounded familiar. Definitely slug thrower, but he couldn't recall the name.

He seized his com link in one massive flipper, the other holding his humming, angry blade. "Sky Lead, we're taking fire."

"Affirmative, Lord Orcus. We have a visual on the tangos."

"Relay their coordinates to Adekos and the artillery emplacements."

"Should we open fire?"

"Negative, Sky Lead, stay out of range of their fire. We need you and your full payloads intact."

With that Orcus deactivated the com link and strode forward toward the ridge again, heedless of the blood trickling from his wound, or the pain. The MA-1 troopers would be fine. No need to activate deflector shields yet. Their beskar armor would resist the kinetic rounds. The hit to the head had been a lucky one, but the wounded trooper would be likely to come around. Orcus did not have the time to attend to him. He lumbered on until he reached the top of the ridge, then glared down at the plains below. The snipers were somewhere out there. The artillery would already be getting coordinates from the combat cloud cars. They wouldn't need line of sight. But the snipers did.

Orcus planned to deprive them of it.

Heaving in a massive breath he gathered his raw fury toward the insatiable stupidity of the Rebel Alliance, the Forceless Future Society, the Vong and all the others whose chaotic antics sought to tear down the structure he and his companions were building. He unleashed that rage in a primal Force Bellow that rippled out before him like the shockwave from a bomb detonation.

"HAUUUUUUUUUM!"

The blast was directed at the ground. It slammed into the soil of Geonosis and kicked up a veritable wall of dust that spread out all along the ridge, as far as the extensive radius of his bellow and obfuscating the vision of the enemy snipers. When he finished, he stared, panting slightly, at the cloud of dust. Neither forces could see through it, yet the Techno Union did not need to. The air support could relay to them the necessary adjustments for the artillery's angle of fire once they began to open up.

An errant shot whizzed by out of the cloud of dust. Futile. Orcus frowned and listened to the crack that followed on the bullet's heels.

Ah. Now he remembered that sound. Those rifles were Hekler'Kok; cheap, outdated, mass-produced slug throwers, likely the only thing the rebels could get their hands on, and completely ineffective against his beskar-armored Herglics. Unless, of course, they hit them in the head, but as he was a betting whale he wouldn't count on it happening a second time. Not with this cloud of dust blocking their vision... and certainly not with the artillery about to rain down hellfire and brimstone on their heads.

Morgan Redeaux · Jun 20, 2015

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

Location: S0617
Objective: Special delivery
Allies: [member="Adekos"] [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth"] Orcus
Enemies: Rebels

Morgan Redeaux, clad in Olympian Battle Armor and armed with a T-21 Light Repeating Blaster, was tasked with bringing speeder bikes to her employer Adekos and his apprentice on Geonosis. After exiting the drop ship, the droid and two TA1 Battle Droids rode along carefully to the designated location.

While the TA1s were formidable opponents, Ms. Redeaux would be scouting and lazing targets, so the droids, when not with her, would fall in-line with the mechanicals that Adekos already commanded.

Preemptively the HRD had her memory chip, routines and complex programming all backed up at Hegemonic Automaton headquarters in case her body was destroyed. Although she was not fond of the idea of losing her body, and a possible memory wipe upon reinstallation of her programming, she was hopeful that if the inevitable happened, and her durasteel frame and synthskin were blown up on the desert of Geonosis, that Adekos would work to have her back as Chief of Security in no time. They didn’t speak of a contingency plan in case something happened to him. Morgan didn’t think it was an appropriate subject to discuss before a skirmish, but it had crossed her mind.

She found the Umbaran’s command MTAT and delivered the bikes as promised. She had radioed that she was near and a predesignated hand signal allowed him to know that it was the droid and not an enemy.

"Ready to receive scouting orders," she said.

Caulder Dune · Jun 20, 2015

Location: S0617 > S0616
Objective: Destroy Selectivist Airbase
Allies: The Techno Union ([member="Darth Carach"]) ([member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]) ([member="Hion the Herglic"]) ([member="Morgan Redeaux"])
Enemies: National Socialist Selectivist Worker's Party, (Rottenführer [member="Nyos Val"])

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

"Oh, don't be so dramatic." Adekos replied once he had clamored out of the vehicle.

For now it was technically under-manned, but the TA1s coming along with Morgan would be sufficient replacements. Adekos took a few moments to admire the Geonosian landscape. It was far more hill-covered than he remembered from his previous visits. There were still the familiar rock spires, the caked red dirt, and the sniper fire. Who could forget the sniper fire? Especially when there were Herglics yelling about it. The dingy hand-me-down slugthrowers of the Rebel Alliance belched inaccurate bullets into Adekos' formation. One of them concussed a power-armored Herglic. The rest of them pinged uselessly off of the armored hulls of the vehicles that made up the majority of this formation.

While Adekos and Jemmila had the power of the Force at their disposal, they were not as bullet resistant as he would have liked. He wordlessly push-guided Jemmila to take cover around the side of the MTAT they had just disembarked. "This is no good. I thought we were further up the ridge." Adekos paused momentarily to flinch while Hion engaged in an ear-splitting debate with the ground, kicking up a tremendous amount of dirt. He knew there was a reason he tolerated being paired with Sobek all the time. Clever, clever whale.

"Carach," Adekos spoke into his communicator again, probably rousing the whimsical Sith Lord from a cat nap. "We need to move further up the ridge. Hion's overwatch is transmitting firing solutions to your artillery. Once we set up, have them return fire on that foundry."

Adekos relayed these orders to his own troops via the command and control terminal built into the gauntlet of his Obsidian Armor. He also redirected Morgan to meet them further up the ridge. This shouldn't take much longer. The MTAT he and Jemmila were utilizing as cover groaned forward as it began to move. Adekos would have liked to think he didn't need to tell her to keep pace with it.

Jairus Starvald · Jun 20, 2015

Location: S0617 > S0616
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: Establish Superiority[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: The Techno Union; [member="Adekos"] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px][member="Hion the Herglic"][/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] | [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: Rebel Alliance; [member="Nyos Val"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]NPCs[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][005] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]ACS-501 Redeemer Battle Tank[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [050][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][003] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Pounder Heavy Mech[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [150][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][003] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]CRAM Spider[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [030][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][003] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]F5 Buckler[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [030][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][035/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]005[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]] Royal Guards [040][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Total: [300][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]His boots crunched against the sand that covered the infernal planet which was known as Geonosis, a part of the Sith Lord wondered why they were even here, why were they spending so much effort and time on this dustball? But then he was reminded of the sheer economical potential, of the uncountable amounts of foundries sprawled across the surface, of the worker drones that would be put to work for the betterment of the Techno Union.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And suddenly things became so much more clear to him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Around the Sith Lord the five of his best men were stationed, their power armor a menacing display of strength, every step they took made the ground shake just a little bit. Somewhere in the hoard Adekos and Jemmila were doing their thing, a little bit closer Orcus was coordinating his own small and essential shock troopers. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Farther away [member="Vrag"] would probably be trembling with anticipation, hoping to spill some blood and maybe crush a skull or two. They would have to touch base a little bit later over the comms, when the fight had started in truth.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]All of this filled him with a smug sense of satisfaction. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]These[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] were the people that you wanted at your side during a war, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]these[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] were the people that filled you with pride; knowing that they would have your back. Why the rebel scum even showed up was one of the other questions that were raised in his mind, it wasn’t like they truly stood any chance of win-[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Carach blinked, last trickles of air reaching his lungs as he suddenly was made aware of [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]possibilities[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Time slowed down to a screeching halt as those amber eyes stared into the distance, seeing that which would come only in a matter of microseconds later, there were Force Masters who could raze skyscrapers to the ground with a deft display of telekinesis, men of power who could conjure up storms of fire and ice by the flick of a wrist. Women who could dance across the battlefield with no scratch to their skin and a trail of mutilated bodies in their wake… Carach was none of those powerhouses, his skillset lay in a different field of the Force.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Sense, foreseeing issues before they arrived. The arcane and esoteric to bolster his short term strength and the long term wellbeing of his allies, whispers of power which could create vengeful spirits or articulate gestures which would summon fields of destruction. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]So the Sith Lord saw the bullet slowly paving through the air towards him, a snarl escaped his lips as he acted as fast as possible. His hands wouldn’t be able to make the arcane gestures, words wouldn’t be able to form quickly enough.[/SIZE]

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

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A field was produced, opaque shield that would eat anything it touched and was immediately let go as the bullet collided with it and disintegrated. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But his men weren’t as lucky as he was, several clutching parts of their bodies where slugs had clashed with armor, none of them were death luckily. Mostly kinetic damage which would result in a lot of bruises at the end of the day, but they could survive that.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Affirmative, Adekos.” the Sith Lord would lazily reply over the comms, before relaying the orders to his own Lieutenants who made all the magic happen. Troops would move, set up shop and start harrying the enemy forces in no time.[/SIZE]

Prime · Jun 20, 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. [/SIZE][member="General Mayhem"]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Rebel Alliance, and similar runtimes. [/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]

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[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA1 Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/34236-ta1-battle-droid/[/SIZE] (120)
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA2 Super Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/38899-ta2-super-battle-droid/[/SIZE] (60)
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA4 Ultra Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/49776-ta4-ultra-battle-droid/[/SIZE] (20)
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE]Icon-class Personal Shieldshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/58619-icon-class-personal-energy-shield/
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Prime had been activated. Prime was awaiting orders as the unit was at the FOB. Prime knew that it was going to be fighting rebels, destroying the poor who were on its last leg. The unit saw these beings as a family pet that had lived past its own prime (not to be confused with this unit) and put it down because its quality of life was gone. That was what this unit was seeing the Rebels as. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]As the writer had forgotten to program its location in, this unit had awakened at the FOB as it was just hardware and had no preference. It was assigned its output of droids and was working to interlink the systems with twelve of them. Prime was getting prepared to dish out death.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The unit quickly reached out to the other units and began downloading battle plans and preparing for reactive attacks as well as proactive murder protocols.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Murder protocols…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Muder…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Prime was ready for war.[/SIZE]

Tmoxin Temi · Jun 20, 2015

Location: 1316--> Firing on 0511 (Redeemers)
Objective: Destroy the Rebel Base
Allies: Techno Union [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Dagora-Kel"]
Enemies: Rebels

“I’ve always been a fan of dessert myself,” said Tmoxin, joking to Commander Vereen about there being nothing left of the main course after all three Mythosaurs were finished their shelling. She hoped it wasn’t just an exaggeration and without hesitation unloaded more offensive power to join her fellow officer's assault.

Tmoxin gave the order and her slew of ACS-501’s also rolled out from the belly of the Mythosaurs and began aiming their cannons towards the Rebel air base the giant war droids were already pummeling. Still, indirect fire at the infantry which was dug in around the air base would only do so much damage. Commander Temi transmitted a request via the encrypted TU channel: “Can we get more exact coordinates for targets out here? Scouts requested in the vicinity of the air base.”

Amid the booming of the Mythosaur’s firing, the Hapan officer could hear the rumbling of her tanks moving forward into position to join Commander Vereen’s tanks in a horizontal line. She gave the order for them to engage and all at once, a barrage of cannon fire thundered out of the Redeemer’s, making it a near impossibility that the infantry around the airbase could do more than stay in their trenches. Forward movement with this much firepower aimed at one place would be suicidal.

Orick T'ane · Jun 20, 2015

Location: 1416 >1417
Objective: Get 'er Done
Allies: [member="Raziel"] [member="Death's Hand"] And TU forces
Enemies: [member="Oddball"] And those rebel losers.

Summary of what we are doing here
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fmfs71dzyLU

Forces

[SIZE=14.66px]1 Acklay Class IFV [26][/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.66px]16 Clanker Battle Droids w/ Icon Class Personal Energy Shields, 3 Thermal Detonators, 3 Concussion Grenades[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.66px]5 x IFV [/SIZE][SIZE=14.66px]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/56200-acklay-ifv/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.66px]Each with:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.66px]16 Clankers [/SIZE][SIZE=14.66px]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/12713-csbx-04-clanker-battle-droid/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.66px]1 Confederate Hunter-Killer Droid( support) [/SIZE][SIZE=14.66px]http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35574-confederate-hunter-killer-droid/ 1418 attacking rebel troops[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.66px][135][/SIZE]

5xACS-501 Redeemer Battle Tanks [100]

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

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

5xConfederate Hunter-Killer Droid( support) http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35574-confederate-hunter-killer-droid/ [5] 14 18
[300]

Gear

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

Orick watched as the battle was joined in full. He saw the rebel troop ships as they attempted to fly through the seemingly limitless barrage. He watched as a couple of them fell out of the sky, his grin widening as the remaining troopers dropped near his location. " Turn us around. The hens have wandered into the fox's lair." he pulled up his force organization charts and couldn't help but smile. " Drone squad, up and at ;em. We have enemy ground troops within strike range." He watched at the 5 Hunter-Killer Droids[SIZE=14.6600008010864px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6600008010864px]rose into the air and raced off towards the rebel forces. His tanks were fully turning around now and they IFV's superior mobility and speed allowed it to maneuver into the lead again as his forces turned around. His tanks rotated in place and began to move back towards the operational base. He toggled the channel to his CRAM spiders F5's " Stay at the rear of the formation and shoot down anything that's not friendly." He didn't wait for the reply from the anti air droids.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6600008010864px]His forces moved back towards the FOB and he could see the HK droids as they rocketed over the FOB, their repeating light laser cannons sending streaming lances of death at the enemy troops on the ground. He made sure that the drones only used their laser cannons and not any of the rockets they carried, he wanted to kill troopers, not destroy the base. As the IFV's got closer to the base they stopped. " Drop the troops now, and order the HK droids to begin their attack runs on the rebels in the base." He said as his tanks got closer to the base. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6600008010864px]Reports from the base estimated the rebel troops to be less than 200, between his troops and tanks he didn't see them lasting long. He was hoping that their commander would survive long enough for them to meet, he wanted to hear the man's surrender with his own ear.[/SIZE]

H3xle · Jun 20, 2015

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]2 ACS-501 Redeemer Main Battle Tanks [40][/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Mounting the ACS-203 Autocannon instead of the E-Web, using ACS HE rounds[/SIZE]

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

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]16 Clanker Battle Droids w/ Icon Class Personal Energy Shields, 3 Thermal Detonators, 3 Concussion Grenades[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]8 with ACS-201 Executioner Slugthrower Carbines using ACS HE rounds[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]8 with ACS-202 Vanquisher Light Repeating Blasters[/SIZE]

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

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]16 Clanker Battle Droids w/ Icon Class Personal Energy Shields, 3 Thermal Detonators, 3 Concussion Grenades[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]8 with ACS-201 Executioner Slugthrower Carbines using ACS HE rounds[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]8 with ACS-202 Vanquisher Light Repeating Blasters[/SIZE]

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

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

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Gear

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

Using ACS-602 High Explosive Specialty Ammunition

"Turn north, keep the ridgeline on our left. After three hundred meters, come to three two zero. We'll take it slow until we are in the open...we have the ridgeline between us and the rebel base for now, we'll crest a ridge about fifty meters after we make our turn but then we'll be hidden again. I don't want a plume giving us away." He explained over the short distance network he had between himself and the soldiers and droids driving his vehicles. The formation turned north and began to move.

They kept their speed low, well below their maximum, and were very deliberately not making a plume of dust. The only indication that anyone was around was the HK droid that hovered around their area, though the one on scout was always circling at roughly a thousand meters out and a thousand up. Going out and coming in was handled intelligently by flying to a random point before ascending or descending.

Aron had received reports that their FOB was under attack, which meant that the rebel forces were likely to be focused on that front and not likely having a strong rear guard. Thus, Aron took the initiative and had his forces sneaking around to the north of the bases. He was maintaining a passive scan on the reports from various other units so he would know when best to spring his surprise flanking maneuver.

As they were moving slowly, Aron got down off the tank and moved ahead of the formation, personally scouting for the formation. In most situations, having a six foot ten titan of war scouting for you would be akin to saying that godzilla was only scouting Tokyo (which would be a scary thought), but with the heavy ridgeline to his west, as they moved, he wasn't even close to being skylined and could move with impunity.

Morgan Redeaux · Jun 20, 2015

Location: S0617 ---> 0511
Objective: Laze infantry targets at air-base
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Adekos"], TU
Enemies: [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Shamus Walker"] [member="Blane Nightfall"]

Riding south on her speeder bike, the HRD made her way across the mountain range, hugging the west side of the ridge and zipping in and out of the canyons for cover. Morgan dipped behind a large rock and took out a pair of macrobinoculars. Along with the visual aid, the droid activated her vision-plus scanner module to get a better look at the target she was planning to laze: Rebel infantry units at the air-base.

The shelling was so thick it would be difficult to get in there without risk of friendly fire. She knew that her combat routines were installed with 100% target accuracy, but in reality, environmental factors would bring that closer to 85%. Still if she could get over the next ridge and down to the airbase unharmed she would be able to quickly, and with high accuracy, laze their trenches.

Morgan leaned in and pressed the handles forward, accelerating to maximum velocity. As soon as she got within eight hundred meters, she lazed and locked onto the coordinates where the infantry was the densest, then lazed and locked onto nearby artillery and quickly zoomed away. It wasn’t a guarantee that she wouldn’t be spotted or shot at, but so far managed to avoid the cannon fire from the Techno Union artillery. After she lazed, Morgan made a 360 degree turn on her speeder bike and rode south towards Adekos’s convoy, verbally radioing in the coordinates as she sped away.

General Mayhem · Jun 20, 2015

Location: FOB, prepping for a party.
Enemies: [member="Oddball"], post-revolutionary Geonosians, Rebels.
Allies: Technocrats and genii. [member="Prime"] [member="Orick T'ane"] [member="Dagora-Kel"] [member="Raziel"]

Mayhem was going to revel in this little bit of pest-control. A few hundred men armed with slugthrowers. Far from glorious battle, this was simply kicking around the pests until the real force came along. "RPG units, contribute sustained fire to prevent the enemy advance. Pick off the stragglers." She turned to a lieutenant in the base. "Are the modifications complete?"

"Not as yet, General," the man replied. "The repair droids will need approximately two minutes."

"Acceptable," Mayhem said out loud as she connected to [member="Prime"]'s comm-link.

"My assault team will be mobilized in two minutes. I am contributing sustained rpg fire. Should you wish to help thin the herd of rabble land outside, be my guest," she said. "I'm forward all record cobmat data over the last ten minutes. You'll be up to speed."

She switch channels, focusing on @dagor-kel and his incursion. "Good to see you've arrived. Here to help clean up this mess, are we? Best of luck and Glory to the Union, sir," she said, her tone almost cheerful. After her modifcations were complete, the IFV's woould begin their movements.

Outside the IFV 'motor pool', few droids had gathered into one squad.

One of them, an T-1 with a fist painted on his chest, and another T-1 with a massive "scar" on his face-plate. A z-6 in a leather jacket and a z-5 that was, for reasons unknown holding a cigar. "Gotta say, even for me, this is crazy" the Jacketed Z-6 said.

"Face-plate" nodded. "Crazy's what we do best, though. AFter all, that's why the call you Bleeping Nuts."

The Z-6 whistled something this writer can't print in Binary. "Just don't get rattled by my driving," he said with a tinny laugh.

Another T-1, with cut-off sleeves on an old TU officer's uniform, shrugged his shoulders. "F.M. can handle flying if it ain't in Space. I'll turn these Rebel Fools into a bunch of pinned-down punching bags."

The repair simply waggled its fake cigar. "Well, at least we have a plan. When we pit the advance this, will be H-I-friggin'larious." He pocketed the fake cigar into a spare parts component and nodded. "Tell me, who are we?"

"The Aurum Team!" the other three said in unison.

"And why is that?" the repair droid said as he finished modding the IFV.

"Because there is no PLAN BESH!!!!"

Vrag · Jun 20, 2015

Location: S0919 [Heavy artillery and 20 troops] | S0916 the rest
Forces:

· 145 Blackblades & 5 Armored Royal Guards
· 2 Heavy artillery
· 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=fFS49cEH-wY

Their target was straight ahead, a stretch of red dust the only thing separating the Rebels from their untimely demise. In the end, they could not hope to compete with the military might of the Techno Union in open battle; rebellious upstarts like them excelled in other theaters of war. Had they stuck to guerilla fighting and infiltration, the fools might have stood a chance. Now, however?

It was a question of when, not if.

The oggzil in her ear was abuzz with reports from all over the field, confirming what she could very well see with her own two eyes. The tanks in the front opened fire as soon as they came in range of the rebel foundry, but compared to what was brewing at her back, the tanks were naught but the tip of the iceberg. Well… they were what happened when a motley crew of desperate fighters thought to stand its own against a galactic superpower that sported the support of yet another galactic superpower. Unfortunate for the Geonosians, that their planet would be the site of a bloody conflict not once, but twice. Hopefully a third visit wasn't going to be necessary after this particular exercise in efficacy.

With a prayer sent up to dead gods, Vrag shot a glance at her two unlikely companions. [member="Kiran Vess"], a merc with no loyalties but those for credits, and [member="Abraxas"], yet another merc whose allegiances lay with blood and death.

Fine company indeed.

Without batting an eye, Vrag ordered the artillery in the back to open fire as well, aiming for the foundry and its doomed inhabitants. Her heart thrummed in her chest as she listened for that deadly whir, licking her lips in anticipation; glad once more to have her expression hidden behind the skull helmet. There would be no warning, nothing to give away the incoming annihilation at the tip of a gun. Shields or not, the base would be at her mercy once the proton cannon atop the AT-AW was finished raining death and destruction upon its walls and everything within them.

Anybody with half a brain would seek to distance themselves from the foundry, lest they enjoy the perks of lingering next to the proverbial neon sign screaming 'Shoot me!'

And if they didn't? Well, you certainly wouldn't see her complaining. The heat and dust were already starting to irritate her, and her Skerr Kyrric wasn't much more enthusiastic about the weather conditions. The sooner they wiped them off the map, the better.

TL;DR: Shooting at S0711/Foundry with all the guns, moved a couple of squares

Kurt Meyer · Jun 20, 2015

Location: S0916
Objective: Punch things and also people
Allies: [member="Vrag"] (Stabbing Buddy) | [member="Darth Carach"] |[member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Raziel"] | [member="Aron Rodrie"] | [member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Death's Hand"] | [member="Orick T'ane"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Zhol Kash Dinora"] | [member="Adekos"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Prime"] | [member="General Mayhem"] | [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] | [member="Hion the Herglic"] | [member="Morgan Redeaux"] | [member="Abraxas"]
Enemies: [member="Oddball"] | [member="Blane Nightfall"] | [member="Sannika Brynn"] | [member="Shamus Walker"] | [member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] | [member="Juwiela Melec"] | [member="Maximilian Vinticus"]

Kiran hadn't been at the first battle of Geonosis, mostly because he hadn't been invited. Saeva had only just been created when the planet had been invaded by the Techno Union, and unfortunately they hadn't established contracts yet.

Of course, it seemed like now that the Techno Unions first loss was his gain, after all this contract was worth thousands of credits. He smiled slightly beneath his mask, thinking about all of the money that he was making just by sitting on this tank. Of course he could have brought more men, perhaps even some drones, but that had hardly seemed necessary. The contract stipulated Saeva be paid a certain amount as long as they achieved their goal, and as he looked around himself he had no doubt that goal would be achieved.

A sudden jarring of his body occurred as the vehicles around him began to fire.

Sound dampeners within his helmet quieted the sound of roaring guns, but the concussive force of their firepower shook him with each and every blast. His hands tightened on the metal rungs of the tank, and briefly his gaze flashed towards the Sith Lord sitting opposite him. She remained uniform, unshaken by even the massive roar of the guns.

Kiran found that unsettling.

His attention was turned towards their target.

Verdant green eyes shifted towards the buildings of the Foundry ahead of them, watching as shields flared and the AT-AW's massive Proton Cannon began to strike against the building itself, cutting through the shield like butter. His lips curled into a thin smile, credit signs forming in his eyes.

Techno Union Invasion of Rebel Alliance Geonosis

Knight of the Obsidian Order

And where were the spiders

The Redeemer

Character

When I Was A Young Warthog

Burning Forever

D O M I N U S

This is what happens when you tap the glass

Smug Slug

Electric Ladyland

Derisive Umbaran

Eidoloclast

Prime

Guest

Blood Monarch

Troublemaker

Well-Known Member

Electric Ladyland

Behold my Conquest!

The Second Seal, broken.

Let Me Push That Button

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