Techno Union Invasion of Rebel Alliance Geonosis

[Vrag]

Location: S0919 > S0916
Objective: Punch things and also people
Allies: [member="Kiran Vess"] | [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="Sannika Brynn"] | [member="Shamus Walker"] | [member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Juwiela Melec"] | [member="Maximilian Vinticus"]
Engaging: [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] | [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] | [member="Blane Nightfall"]

Spoiler: NPC

Location: S0919 [Heavy artillery and 20 troops] | S0916 > S0616 [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

Spoiler: Gear

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

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

The proton cannon atop the AT-AW kept aiming for the foundry in the distance, ramming through shields like a hot knife through butter, its destructive power further backed up by the incessant and uninterrupted fire from the artillery that she'd set up in the mountains. Combined with the assault of the other allies, the base was likely only minutes away from being turned into dust. For those who hadn't fled its rapidly evaporating safety, death was turning from a possible into a certain outcome with each passing second.

Something in her thrummed with excitement as she gazed upon the impending doom closing in on the enemy, and it was only by virtue of sheer willpower that Vrag managed to avert her eyes, looking at the smaller targets in the west. The tank they were riding redirected its fire to their position, throwing up clouds of red dust — and hopefully sprays of blood — as bolt after bolt rained down on the opposition.

Mostly, though, the Hand of the Dark Lord merely sought to cut off their escape route as she neared with her forces in tow, intent of boxing them in between a rock and a hard place. In her boundless generosity, the woman would even allow them to choose which side was what. True largesse, no?

Truth be told, the firrerreo was eager to jump off the tank and dive into the heat of battle herself, leaving the relatively straightforward task of razing the foundry to the ground to the capable officers among her troops. Her skillset would come in handy in close-quarters combat, where the need to shout orders severely diminished, replaced instead by the soothingly simple conversation struck by two blades.

She released her lip from between her teeth, shaken out of thought by the rumble of an avalanche in the distance. Her eyes narrowed at the phenomenon, and the Hand wondered if its genesis lay with less than natural catalysts. In the end, though, it didn't really matter whether it was a result of stress exerted by their fire or something far more nefarious. The fact of the matter was that she was still too far away to be affected by the rolling rocks and dust, and the slope evened out into harmless plains relatively quickly.

Her heart went out to those among her troops who had the unfortunate gene cocktail that resulted in dust allergies, stroking a thumb over the spine of the chom-huun in an absent motion. Soon, she placated the anxious creature, reassuring both the blade and the armor that they would bathe in blood soon enough.

"Vess," she spoke out, maintaining her balance as she stood up, unclipping her normal saber from the clutches of the Vonduun. "Abraxas," she added, the empty red sockets of the skull turning to gaze at the other merc. "Enjoy yourselves."

With that, the woman launched off of the tank, the Skerr Kyrric reeling in excitement at the prospect of a fight. The MACAU had slowed down somewhat as they came at the enemy at a curve, allowing the troops to disembark as well before it sped up again and continued on its course. The pair of tanks would continue to circle around the slower forces, a damn hard target to hit thanks to its small size and velocity that turned it into little more than a blur.

It was in this makeshift ring that the Sith would throw down the gauntlet, rows of Blackblades and a quintet of Royal guards a cherry atop a very intimidating cake.

"Who wants to die first?" she called out to the enemy, her challenge punctuated by well-timed artillery strikes.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Location: S0916
Objective: Be Cool and Impress chicks
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"]

That was when it all began.

Kiran had always liked war. It drove him to a place deep inside his own head, it brought forth his inner monster, that creature that came from the dark abyss. The one that drove you to the very edge of what you could do, the one that took hold and consumed your very soul. It was a delicious feeling, the trickling rush energy that soared through his body.

The Sith Lord went first, predictable.

Kiran was not far behind her. His hand reached behind him, his fingers sliding around the grip of his pistol and pulling it from the small of his back.

The sound of tanks firing, of blasters searing, of lightsabers springing into life permeated the air. They were the sweet sounds of war. Kiran immersed himself into them, dipping into them and dancing through the motions as he began to fight and kill.

Briefly he wondered how long it would last this time.

 

[Prime]

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

[SIZE=10.5pt]

Spoiler

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[SIZE=10.5pt]TA1 Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/34236-ta1-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (120) -> (100)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA2 Super Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/38899-ta2-super-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (60)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA4 Ultra Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/49776-ta4-ultra-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (20)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Icon-class Personal Shieldshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/58619-icon-class-personal-energy-shield/[/SIZE]
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Prime was here to murder. Prime defended the Techno Union because Prime was military hardware and software. This made Prime infinitely more useful than Clones. Clones had thoughts, clones had dreams, clones betrayed the nations that created them. Prime would go into shutdown phase and be stored after the battle of Geonosis. Prime would be awaked and sent to another battlefield after this. Prime would not care. Prime didn’t care.

Prime had a lot of battle droids. Prime was going to flood the battle with battle droids. Droids were military hardware, droids did not have families to anger. If a droid died, that was fine. Prime had a directive that the droids needed to destroy organic life that was not supporting the Techno Union. Protect organics that did, and maim the ones that didn’t.

Prime received the data download from [member="General Mayhem"] and acknowledged the transfer of information. It was time for war. Enemy forces had began landing at the FOB. Prime had lost a few droids to the initial attack, sending TA-1s as they were the most expandable. Prime made a silent order for the units to press the attack. That was when another being arrived and Prime took shots directly at the flying enemy run time. They were nothing more than flawed organics.
Working for credits and the advancement of technology. That was what organics should have done. These ones were broken, they needed to be burned, eliminated and allow the system to fall under control of the proper form of organic life.

Prime was here as a war droid. Prime was reactionary. When enemies came landing, he turned his force of TA-1s to bear on them. He was going to kill and skin each and every Rebel Soldier that was wasting oxygen better used for corporate success. The Super and Ultra droids were being held in reserve for now, while the TA-1s were taking the brunt of enemy fire.

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: Foundry/0711
Objective: Eliminate Fascists
Allies: Rebels [member="Oddball"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] etc.
Enemies: TU [member="Adekos"] [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] [member="Hion the Herglic"]

NPC's
x85 Geonosian Soldiers
x40 Geonosian Elites
x45 Rebel Soldiers
-x12 using http://starwarsrp.net/topic/54471-anti-tank-rifle-sparrovi-model-50
x12 using http://starwarsrp.net/topic/44327-recal-anti-vehicular-solution/


Nyos heard the satisfying cracks or sniper fire from above the other troops. They'd made their targets, but now the ridge was covered by a dust cloud. The reports said a big black whale sneezed all over the ground and caused the eruption of dust. Must be allergic to this planet.

Soon after, the ridge to the west collapsed and tumbled down its slope. Nothing really important, but it was noted by Nyos and his men.

The enemy seemed to be hiding behind their dust clouds. Which wasn't a bad plan, unless they wanted all their gear to be ground down by the red dirt. The Geos built all their gear to combat this, and wouldn't fail them. The Techno Geeks would surely suffer from malfunctions in the heated desert planet. Nyos moved up to a high point as some pot shot rounds were returned from the enemy armor. How could they expect to find the Rebels through the same dust that hid them? Nyos scanned the sky and saw two patrol type transports above.

"Whiskey, this is Doc, I've got two bogeys at position 0616 that need scrubbing, over!" He commed.

Nyos grabbed a sniper from an ally and let a couple shots fly into the dust towards the enemy ground forces.

 

[Raziel]

Location: U1113
Objective: infiltrate rebel bass
Enemies: Socialism
Allies: Capitalism

NPC Force:
S1518:
47th Artillery Battery: 2xPounder Heavy Mech
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)

PC:

The Geonosian turned it's head, some part of its subconscious alerted to the danger, perhaps even a residue of Force sensitivity. Raziel paused, not a single muscle moving. The creature turned back to face the other way and half a breath later it's throat had been cut. The spy master didn't whether it was a scout or a lost worker, but there was no need to take risks. A hundred sithspawn were quiet, but not that quiet.

NPC:

Tbc

 

[Thane Drexel]

Location: Air --> 0616
Objective: Provide Air Support
Allies: Rebels/Rogue [member="Juwiela Melec"] @Sennika Brynn [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Nyos Val"] [member="Oddball"] [member="Blane Nightfall"]
Enemies: [member="Adekos"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Kiran Vess"] @you know the rest

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

["Whiskey, this is Doc, I've got two bogeys at position 0616 that need scrubbing, over!"]---

The call came loud and clear, and Thane's scanners had them clear as day. From high above, like a bird of prey on its lunch, Thane punched the engines of his Nevermore and dove on the two skycars. Thane flipped on his Communications Jammers on the two skycars and locked on target. The high speed Bomber unloaded four Proton Torpedoes, two for each.

As he pulled up, he let loose a good long burst from his laser cannons on the ground forces below. The speed of his attack, and the stealth capabilities gave the Nevermore the element of surprise the whole way through the attack. Thane would pull back up and around to make another pass.

"Doc this is Whiskey, confirm hit on targets?" Thane didn't have time to lolly-gag and look at the two skycars with whom he'd delivered a nice present to.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: 1316--> Firing on 0711
Infantry and myself--> 1215
Objective: Destroy the Rebel Base
Allies: Techno Union [member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Enemies: Rebels [member="Nyos Val"]
Force:

Spoiler

ACS-503 Mythosaur Mobile Fortress (1) Immobilized
Equipped with (4) PLRA1-MLRS (used)
ACS-503 Mythosaur Mobile Fortress (1)
Equipped with (4) PLRA1-MLRS (used)
ACS-503 Mythosaur Mobile Fortress (1)
Equipped with (4) PLRA1-MLRS (used)
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 lone dropship began plummeting towards the earth, trying to aim towards the mobile fortress. With frigate grade shields, the drop ship would still do damage, but it wouldn’t be catastrophic. Even still, pouring some additional fire into it wouldn’t hurt. “Concentrate defensive fire on that dropship.” I ordered the Mythosaurs. When it did impact the shields flickered and died, rocking the great metal beast scoring damage on its rear and sending burning wreckage over the ground. Its back legs wounded, and unable to support the weight of the beast, as well as the rear gun destroyed, the Mythosaur was injured. Maybe not dead, but not going anywhere for sure.

The remaining Dropships attempted a strafing run of the other two mythosaur walkers. Equipped with heavy shielding and anti-missile octets, they would survive the run, but not unscathed. Several missiles struck shields, causing them to flicker, while several more were struck down by the automated defenses. The few that did strike the vehicle scored the hull of the Mobile fortress badly, certainly leaving a fairly large weakspot, and rattling the crew. The heavy armored beasts were now far more vulnerable, but they were still operational.

Communications chatter increased. “Sir we have targets lazed in sector four, requesting the Rain.” He said. I turned my head and smiled. A temporary setback from the drop ship had only made my allies angry it seemed, but there was no more reason to fire on the air base. Our real target had become priority. “Unlock missiles. Fire sixteen missiles at that foundry, hit it with main charge baradium rounds, and open up our rockets. All of our rockets.” I told the fire control officer. “Order the Redeemers to do the same.” With the mythosaur we were in badly injured I turned to [member="Tmoxin Temi"] , my precious cargo as it were, “Would you like to move to a different vehicle? I am going to make a run on the foundry soon and would prefer if you were safer than in this wreck. Unless you want to come with?” I asked, as I started to move towards the door.

Even as I did so the beasts shook from another shell leaving the Heavy Mass Drivers, the Capitol Ship Grade Missiles erupting from its missile pods, and the rockets launching towards the foundry. All told it was a furious bombardment of weaponry, two hundred sixteen small rockets, sixteen missiles, three heavy mass drivers, and six primary tank weapons. Even if most of it were one and done weapons. It should be enough to rattle, if not down the shields for others, at least do serious harm to them. “Alright let’s go” I said to my elites, moving out of the vehicle and heading up the ridge where we could charge the facility as soon as the shields dropped under the weight of the titanic bombardment.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: Moving from 1316 --- > 1214
Objective: Move to capture the Foundry
Allies: Techno Union, [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Marek Starchaser"]
Enemies: [member="Nyos Val"], Rebels

Now that the Rebel Air Base was shelled to bits, the rebel forces metaphorically caged in their trenches by artillery fire, and reports of heavy enemy casualties in that area, Commander Temi and Commander Vereen shifted their focus to an attack on the Foundry. With the Mythosaurs taking plenty of fire from the ground and air, Vereen asked if they should split up.

“I agree,” she said. Tmoxin instinctively crouched as a shuddering explosion was heard nearby, and a listing Mythosaur groaned under the weight of its own injuries. Tmoxin made haste out of Vereen's tank and quickly climbed into one of her ACS-501s. The tanks would roll along forward in a file formation, with Commander Temi in the back, since they needed to cross through a small valley embedded in the mountain range to make their way to the Foundry. The Hapan officer examined her tactical maps of the Geonosis mountains and identified a traversable path.

Her infantry would stay with Commander Vereen’s forces and they would be in constant communication as to when to deploy them. For now, the tank’s jobs would be merely transport and getting from point A to B, with eyes on the Foundry as the end point.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Location: 1317, Firing on 0711 with Redeemers and 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="Nyos Val"]

Spoiler

TA3 Tactical Droids (5)
Command Variant Vector LAV (1)
§ ACS-405 Enhanced Vehicle Sensor Suite
§ ACS-404 Active Protection System
§ ACS-401 Tank Enhancement Kit
§ Anvilskin Composite-Ceramic Armor
RE-1 RedEye Probe Droids (10)
Hailfire-class Battle Droids (20)
§ Icon-class Personal Shielding
ACS-501 Redeemer Battle Tanks (4)
J-1 Semi Autonomous Artillery (8)
TA4 Ultra Battle Droids (20)
§ Paragon-class Personal Shielding
§ ACS-205 ADWS w/ Viper 2 Grenade Launchers

The order came in, the pain was being delivered. Marek nodded to the TA-4 within the LAV with him. Orders were dispatched and targeting solutions were received. The order was coming through and it was double checked verbally with Marek. The Starchaser, Foreman of the Techno Union and leader of the educated world nodded. “Fire.” Simple enough, right? He didn’t need to bolster this motion. Just needed to confirm it.

Marek Starchaser was here to make sure these absolute death machines did their job.

Even though he had the TA-4s to make sure that the mission was followed and executed properly.

But him being in the tank? No, that wasn’t going to do. He’d find a place for protection but he needed to do what he was brought here to do: become support. Little known fact about Marek Starchaser? He was mastering Alter Weather. It was his ‘wild talent’ that one Force power that would stretch him to his limits and it was the whole reason he was actually on the ground and not in some board room trying to convince the Geonosian people to forsake their Rebel captors and rejoin the Techno Union that provided them with fair wages, safe and effective infrastructure and the chance to be part of something great.

He was here to bring the storm. Lucky for him, his engineers (Thanks Sasha) had provided portholes on these LAVs, and he wouldn’t need to physically get out, just pop his head up behind the main guns to connect to the world around him. Instinctively, in the Force, he reached out to find [member="Darth Carach"] and [member="Adekos"], they would know what was going to happen and how to respond, and then he reached, out of habit that was re-born with his arrival back in the Techno Union, to [member="Dagora-Kel"], his former master. He saw the man and nodded. “Master Dagora.” Referring to him by his new moniker.

Marek licked at his lips as he heard the order and the consequent artillery fire from his vehicles to match the calls made by Draco. “Care to give me a bit of cover?” He grinned to the artist formerly known as Prince the Dar’Manda and man responsible for all that was seen here. What they needed her was a bit more time.

The Starchaser fell into the Force, reaching out to the people he knew he could trust, letting them know what was going on. Tapping into the Force, the emotions that were boiling below the surface, the hate for these Rebels, their useless gestures to keep planets down, the desire to keep the Techno Union alive, and protect those under his command. These emotions, the radiating heat from them, those were what he was pushing into his aura and reaching out with. He slowly reached out to the world around him. This was a dry world, a desert world, plenty of heat, plenty of dust and plenty of air. That was what he needed. The fun thing about air? It moved in pressure systems. And that was based a lot on the way temperature was moved, uneven heating of a world from its sun? All he needed to do was affect change here.

Heat was nothing more than vibrations of matter, and particles. And the best thing? It was random, it didn’t need to be ordered like sound. It just needed to happen but exciting molecules over a large area? That was taking a toll. It would continue to tax Marek but he didn’t need to leave here. He could be carried off this world so long as the victory for the Techno Union was attained. He called the Force to him, detoxifying his body and clearing his mind, pushing farther out with telekinetic effort to excite and change the state of the molecules, he was going to superheat the air. Once he had enough of this changed, he would move onto step two.

Spoiler

http://cdn.dogomedia.com/system/ckeditor_assets/pictures/519cda071860e012ef001901/content_torn160275513.jpg

 

[Caulder Dune]

Location: S0616
Objective: Defend Position
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"]) (Unterscharführer [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]) (Unterscharführer [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]) (Oberschütze [member="Thane Drexel"])

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

Tionne then drove ahead towards the enemy, her speeder racing over tumbling stones and displaced earth, shielded from sight by incoming thick cloud of red dust.

Tugoro's booted feet would slam into the red dirt after his momentum calmed, a hand being raised to brush away any dust that might have gathered on him. Turning to his squad members with a cheery grin and confident thumbs up, the young Jedi would then avert his attention towards the approaching woman, who still hadn't gotten off her speeder bike. Now that they were blocking her path, the boy could only hope that she would stop in time.

And now, in the thick of combat, Adekos was reminded he didn't like playing field commander. Battle was chaotic. It was unpredictable. Most of all, it was seemingly asinine, as all manner of entities converged on his position. If luck was a lady, she apparently thought precious little of Adekos. Why else would he have to endure this insufferable cataclysm of lunacy? She wasn't the only one to think little of him, nor would she be the last. If the Rebels wanted to sally forth from their foundries and airfields and meet Adekos on this blighted ridge, he would cover this ridge with their blood and the broken debris of their shattered hopes and dreams.

Oh, that was a bit dark. Who did he think he was, Kaine Zambrano?

"Enemy units sighted dead ahead."

"We've got a bomber in-bound."

"Your orders, Master?"

Chaos. Chaos and everyone talking to him at once. But this was what he lived for. Adekos would straighten this out and organize a response. Order would be imposed on this battlefield. Being selectivists, it was not within their power to understand concepts like order and stability. Given that Jedi were flooding their ranks, it was not within their power to even spell such words. This was exemplified in the fact that one such ginger Jedi was currently racing towards an armored formation on a single speeder bike. As if that weren't completely idiotic on its own, another Jedi showed up. He landed right in front of her along with his men. About one hundred in all. They were about to be substantially less, given that they were standing out in the open like a bunch of slack-jawed brutes.

There were about four tanks that made up the vanguard of the formation. Four tanks that, as it turned out, were primed and ready for combat. Two belonged to Adekos, two belonged to Carach. But they didn't need any orders from Adekos or Carach to know what needed to happen here. The moment Tionne and her merry company of fools had landed right within their sights, they opened fire. Accuracy was hardly an issue, not with one hundred and two people standing right in firing range. The ACS-501s were armed and armored to the teeth. They were unrepentant in their slaughter. ACS-203 Hellfire Autocannons belched forth a furious spray of slugs, dousing the stationary Rebel fodder. They would be mowed down like the front lawn of a Kuati's suburban home.

As if that wasn't enough, more advanced rebel control methods were employed. Some would, no doubt, realize they had made a terrible mistake and attempt to dash for cover. The obvious cover would be rocks, naturally. But rocks provided little defense against ACS-501 120mm Magnetic Accelerator Cannons. These opened fire more conservatively, but no doubt with profound physical and psychological effects. Rebels would be blown apart. Massive clouds of dust and rock debris would be generated. Rebel soldiers would be, quite literally, liquefied. There was no mercy, nor any means of giving it. When one hundred enemy combatants decided to land in front of tanks, this was generally what happened.

Making Jedi act as battlefield commanders had worked during the Clone Wars. It was unfortunate that they didn't have this era's brand of Jedi to lead them. Otherwise the Separatists would have won.

Thane Drexel, meanwhile, attempted to capitalize on this distraction with a quick bombing run. This would have been quite the effective bombing run, had Adekos' formation not come included with a substantial amount of AA material, courtesy of Carach's batallion. The CRAM Spiders that made up part of the formation detected and recognized the threat of the incoming proton torpedos. Only one responded, of course, because even CRAM Spiders knew to respond to threats proportionally. A single fast-tracking composite beam laser arced through the air, slicing through both proton torpedos as they raced towards their target. They exploded, predictably, mid-air. Aside from the jarring felt by the power-armored organics that comprised the formation, they were relatively unharmed. Fortunately, the stealth capabilities of the fighter would make it impossible to return fire against. This would probably not remain the same forever.

Meanwhile, still taking cover behind the MTAT, Adekos was faced with the stark realization that his apprentice could probably wind up dead if they weren't careful about this. Which was why he turned to her and said "Stay exactly where you are until the explosions stop."

Truly, there were worse orders that could be given. There wasn't exactly anyone around for Jemmila to command or engage, now was there? Not with all of those Rebel soldiers that had just been liquefied. In any event, there was still the issue of sniper-fire erupting from the foundry to take care of. "Carach!" He barked into the communicator, largely so he could be heard about the explosions. "Orcus' overwatch have given your artillery the coordinates. Open fire on those blasted sniper positions at the foundry!"

"Orcus, keep that dust cover going for as long as you can. The less those snipers see, the better."

Madness. It was all just madness, but Adekos would make sense of it all before the day was done.

 

[Raziel]

NPC post (sorry, got told off my wife mid post earlier! Fleeting to follow)

The CRAM spiders once again sounded their claxons. However, they were designed to defend against long distance missiles and artillery, not low level attacks. Composite lasers arced through the air, picking out missiles, but it was not enough. The targeted Buckler was smashed in a series of explosions, slowly toppling even as it was turned to detritus. The CRAM spider took a missile under its belly that fractured it's whole body. The pounders fared better. Big, heavy targets they had much thicker armour. Still, one of them was completely immobilised, whilst the other lost the nearest tube.

The second Buckler had already launched its drone. [member="Thane Drexel"] and his group may have had sensor deflecting coatings, but that did nothing to hide the vessel's visual and - more importantly - thermal - signature. Two pairs of homing missiles were fired in short succession and raced towards their target.

Finally the proton cannons, five operational walkers, and another five individual proton cannons spread out and in cover, opened up. Their target was also the enemy air base, and the proton rounds, which had been able to bring down old Republic star destroyers in the clone wars. Given the already mighty shelling being laid upon the air base, the extra firepower would hopefully flush out anyone left.

 

[Darth Metus]

Location: FOB
Objective: Duel [member="Oddball"]
Allies: The Techno Union
Enemies: The Rebel Alliance

In the moments that followed his advent, the Dar'manda found himself in the thick of it. Above, Starfighters raged against one another; joined by a symphony of bombardments both Rebel and Union in origin. Forces were lost, explosions rang loud...and Dagora couldn't be more at home. With an unceremonious toss, he returned his sniper rifle to the "cockpit" of his War Droid before reaching for his lightsaber. A simple push of the ignition summoned the Bloodshine Blade with a "snap hiss".

The time had come to get up close and personal.

From his lips did ancient Sith spew, commanding the Dark horrors that had accompanied him to rise and take form. The Smoke Demons, semi-corporeal monstrosities, obeyed their summoner by mustering before him. They, his Vanguard, were then flanked by Dagora's host of TA-1 Battle Droids. All that remained was for the Dar'manda to give his signa-what? Who was this touching his mind through the Force? It was...[member="Marek Starchaser"], his former apprentice turned Foreman. And he was going to make it rain.

"Change of plan." he muttered. His offhand, held firm within the Gauntlet of Hod Haran, was thrust forward in that moment. Hunger. Addiction. All surged forth through the Force as bands of Amber light, striking and absorbing the essence of his Vanguard's numbers. From fifty did they fall to thirty, contributing a rather sizeable heap of power to their summoner. And what was Dagora to do with this extra oomph? You're going to need this. he said, his voice a telepathic ring in the rear of Marek's mind.

Then, through the Bond that only a Master and Apprentice could forge, a tidal wave of force energies surged out of Dagora's person. They flowed to the bold, young man who would attempt to shake the very foundations of Geonosis herself. The energies were potent. Dark. But they would do they job of helping Marek along the way. And as for Dagora? He kept a little bit of the energy for himself. After all, he had some tricks up his sleeve too.

"Barons, separate into Alpha-Bravo formation. Alpha, continue engaging the enemy. Bravo, circle back and cover our advance." he commanded over the comm. By his order did the droids he previously dispersed break into two units. The first, Alpha, swarmed over the FOB and directly into the air over Oddball's mustered for. A hail of rockets were fired from the automated forces; and a hail of blaster fire and rockets were received. Both forces were certain to see loss from this particular clash.

As for Bravo, they doubled back, just as Dagora gave the order to charge. His Demons led the assault, running on all fours like animals until they circled about the FOB's base. At their heels were a horde of TA-1 Battle Droids who began laying down fire the instant the organics came into view. Human reaction to the sudden appearance of literal demons would be...shoot them. Yet as blaster fire began to fall about the principalities, their true nature was unleashed. Every man saw a different monstrosity. Some would see the deceased forms of loved ones, advancing with weapons drawn. Others would see literal horrors, much akin to those manifested by Akala's rampages.

For every man, there was a fear. For every fear, the demons took form. How would any man react to seeing their worst nightmare charge them on the battlefield? How would any man react to witnessing blaster bolts harmlessly pass through their forms? Terror. Horror. Valiant words from a commander would only do so much when literal nightmares came true. After moments of charging, Hell came upon the Rebels: demons voraciously sought flesh whilst the droids mercilessly fired.

And Dagora? He was looking for something. Ever the mentalist, the Dar'manda reached out in order to read the thoughts of his enemies. Yet, as he swept his presence about those fighting at the adjacent FOB, he found something very familiar. It was a void. A pronounced void where a presence could have been. Those untrained in recognizing these particular absences in the Force would have simply not seen the truth in this hole...yet for a man who raised and reared ten thousand Force Dead? This was a very familiar event indeed...And it irked the Dar'manda to the very core.

During the start of Dagora's mercenary company, a single Dread Guard returned to his father's side. [member="Oddball"]. However, when the corporation joined with the Union, the idealist Dread Guard swore he would not come. He could not side with those who were responsible for the deaths of his brothers. Dagora thought nothing of it at the time, but now it made sense. A Force Dead battling the Union? Oddball's angst over Druckenwell and the fate of the Dread Guard? It...it all added up. Oddball was an enemy this day.

The Force crashed down upon Dagora, empowering his strides as he rushed down the battlefield. His movements were a blur as he ran at top speed, flanked at the heels by his War Droid. As he drew closer and closer to the Void, a roar of battle tore from his lips. The chaos of his force clashing with the Rebels cleared somewhat of a path, allowing "Father and Son" to collide. Leaping, the Dar'manda commenced the dance to the death with saber raised high. Upon bringing it down, he deliberately targeted the most adjacent soldier to the Dread Guard, taking him down before turning to face his creation.

"Son." he snarled, pointing his lightsaber. "I suppose there is no point in attempting reason is there? I gain no pleasure in doing this, nor do I want to fight you of all people. But it's time to settle this, just you and I."

(TL;DR - Aerial droids shooting rockets at rocketeers on ground. Demons, War Droid, and TA-1s aggro'ing the Rebels at the FOB. Dagora staring down Oddball, it's time to d-d-d-duel.)

Spoiler: NPC Unit - Updated

Total: 150

• Cin Bes'uliik (1) [20]
• Baron Aerial Battle Droids (60)
• TA-1 Battle Droids (60)
• Smoke Demons (30)

Spoiler: Loadout

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

 

[Velok the Younger]

Location: U1213
Objective: Clear the pipes
Allies: [member="Raziel"]
Enemies: Looking for PVP - also got targeted by [member="Krasnaya Xue"]

NPC forces:

Spoiler

-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
110 at U1014, 110 at U1213, 25 at U1313#neverforget, 5 at U1117

-1 sea of spirit-infested blood and pulped bone that was a Leviathan of Corbos
S0917, entering tunnel mouth at U1219 due mainly to gravity

A message filtered back through the telepathic link from the advance scouts as they entered the main cavern system. They'd started to find Geonosians, expertly dispatched in a manner consistent with a single very stealthy operative. Someone was clearing the way, then.

As the main qo'saarai force entered the caverns from the three-hundred-metre entrance tunnel, Kash paused. Her Aing-Tii fighting-sight sent a powerful but entirely expected premonition through the qo'saarai, and a grim eagerness filled the link. The five qo'saarai back at the tunnel mouth left the Leviathan and entered the tunnel.

There were remarkably few reasons to bring a Leviathan of Corbos to war in this day and age. They were big, obvious, terrible at range, fairly slow-moving compared to modern vehicles. They were tough, but so was durasteel. They could breathe fire, but so could automatic concussion grenade launchers and blaster cannons. They could eat souls, but what was the tactical utility in eating souls? They could terrify people, but most people these days liked to think they had strong enough minds to shrug off existential terror and lizards the size of AT-ATs. So they at least pretended to not be afraid of the Leviathans, and it all devolved into puerile silliness, every time.

Which left exactly one good solid reason to bring a Leviathan of Corbos to a fight.

Big Sithspawn pissed people off.

It was true; Kash had noted it throughout her earlier career, a life-course which had relied heavily on exploiting and, indeed, marketing these creatures. People just hated the thought that special, shiny machines could be outmatched, torn down, ripped apart by an animal. A creature made to order, invented millennia ago when spaceships still looked like razored butterflies and lightsabres still had power cords. That some primitive creation, properly gathered, nurtured, guided and raised, could defy the advanced, so-clever technology that some people equated with their identity? Deeply offensive.

Nothing drew fire like a Leviathan of Corbos. That was why it had been sitting there, doing nothing. Now fourteen kinetic projectiles turned the Leviathan to vapor and a river of cursed slurry. It flowed into the tunnel, to the five waiting qo'saarai, and a chant began to fill the telepathic link. The chant was old, a word Kash used advisedly. Some Forcers claimed to be centuries old; well, so be it. That wasn't old. Some Force traditions were one or two or five thousand years old. That wasn't old. The Republic, the Jedi, the Sith empires claimed to be old -- twenty, thirty thousand years. That wasn't old either. The chant of her qo'saarai was old as the hills, going back a hundred thousand years to the foundations of the Sith civilization -- and the death of another. The sundering of a great viciousness, not a weapon so much as a prayer.

Many had helped her put the chant back together, recover its pieces from across the galaxy. Many had helped her translate it, learn it, and use it.

Somewhere far above, [member="Ayden Cater"] would feel the first stirrings of dread as the deliberate sacrifice of an ancient Sithspawn began a familiar pattern.

***​

​

The qo'saarai spread out, moving along three trajectories. They continued to sweep the cave carefully, finding safe lanes for a quick advance. They were silent: the half-subconscious chant was entirely telepathic and entirely between them. Them and Kash.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: S0616
Objective: Destroy Selectivist Airbase
Allies: The Techno Union, [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Adekos"] | [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]
Enemies: Selectivist Scum, [member="Nyos Val"] | [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] | [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] | [member="Thane Drexel"]

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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

In the clear skies above the southern ridge, the twin Warden-class Combat Cloud Cars flew unopposed. Right up until a lock on alarm blared for Sky Two, who pulled into evasive maneuvers uttering a stream of curses.

"What the hell is that?!"

"Nothing on scan- wait, Sky Two you have a bogey on your tail. Oh sh-."

The star bomber hadn't shown up on their scanners until it was too close and too late for anything except a desperate series of jukes and barrel roles as four proton torps streaked through the skies, pairing off to two apiece.

Proton torpedoes were deadly missiles, no doubt, capable of wreaking devastating destruction on capital ships, ground targets and escorts. They were also miserably slow, big, and completely ill-advised for use in a dogfight.

Despite this, the proton torpedoes not hit by the CRAM spider's composite beam, unable to keep pace with their targets, detonated when they reached proximity to the cloud cars, sparking great balls of fire that bled smoke like tears in the skies above the southern ridge.

"Agh!" Growled Sky Lead as his vessel was rocked by the near-miss and subsequent explosions. "Shields down to seventy-five percent."

"Copy, same here, let's turn and burn this bogey."

Sky One and Sky Two swung into attack formation, rounding on the star bomber with alarming alacrity. The vessels were thoroughbreds, designed solely for the purpose of destroying enemy star fighters. They were everything the enemy star bomber was not: capable of tight turns on a cred-coin and equipped explicitly for dealing with enemy fighters.

"Target lock, Fox Two, Fox Two!"

Sky One's voice was echoed by Sky Two's a split-second later as they each let loose with a pair of concussion missiles. Concussion missiles were the ideal long-range solution to a dogfight. Small and incredibly fast, they came up on Drexel like nexus from hell, joining the twin homing missiles from [member="Raziel"]'s AA emplacements. Undoubtedly the star bomber had counter-measures, but the problem with things like chaff is that it is neither one-hundred percent effective, nor capable of diverting a grand total of six missiles, each individually capable of annihilating the star bomber's shields in a single hit. In addition, counter-measures like chaff and flares were a one-time use deal. And if you used them too early, well, good game, as they say.

Meanwhile, on the ground Orcus heaved in another breath and loosed a second bellow that tore up the soil into a dust cloud, again foiling the sniper's aiming solutions until such a time as Carach's artillery decided to do something other than look pretty. The Sith Lord glanced away from the new wall of red soot, attention drawn by advancing rebel forces. Adekos' tanks saturated the advancing enemy infantry with auto cannon slugs and boulder-shredding rail guns.

Black eyes blinked at the forlorn enemy company, which was apparently walking straight through the interceding open plains and heading for the ridge. The ridge where Adekos, Orcus, and Carach's forces had thoroughly entrenched themselves. A shuttle swung past, unloading a platoon of enemy equipped with what appeared to be jetpacks.

Orcus gestured to one of his MA-1 troopers, irritated once more by the futile stupidity of rebel actions.

"Eliminate them."

Twenty power-armored Herglics turned in unison and hefted their BTI-Reavers, then they all held down the triggers and fired down from their ensconced position on the ridge and into the plain below. A storm of blaster fire raged forth, each light repeater unleashing its own private slew of death in the form of hundreds of red bolts, filling the air with literally thousands of blaster bolts in a matter of seconds. The Reavers were a step down from E-Webs, but not by much. Tugoro's Strike Squad received the fully armed might of Darkwater Security. In that barren, red wasteland below there was little cover to find. Yet what rocky outcroppings the rebels did manage to dive behind were blown to smithereens by Adekos' rail guns.

Orcus clacked his teeth. Pleased? No. He'd be pleased when they were all corpses. Perhaps he should devise some sort of fueling mechanism powered by incinerating the cadavers of his enemies. The Umbaran would enjoy that, except for the smell of course.

 

[Oddball]

Location: Techno Union FOB
Objective: Assault
Allies: Rebels [member="Jarven Zexxel"]

Enemies: [member="Dagora-Kel"]

There was a buzz of a lightsaber and the battle cry of smoke demons Oddball was quite familiar with and he turned to see his creator and father staring at him with his lightsaber drawn as he stood over the body of one of his now late squad mates. Oddball's eyes narrowed beneath his helmet as he stared back at his father, then the man spoke. All Oddball heard was a river of lies and hypocrisy, he was helping the same people who vilified him, who turned their backs on him and burned down his home and company. The same people who killed his sons and billions of others, so oddball placed his DC-18 on the side of his back pack and pulled out his Viccae assault rifle with the blast bugs already loaded into it. He stared at his father and he spoke in a very level and cold voice.

"Dad. You're looking well." He said to Dagora and cracked his own neck.

"I would say something about how these people betrayed you, how they killed my brothers, how they burned down your home, but I suppose you're right, no bother in reasoning." He said coldly.

"This is Colonel Oddball of the Rebel Alliance, when you see the demons approach you, hit them with explosives." Oddball would let the next in line worry about leading forces, he had a bone to pick with his father.

Oddball in truth loved his father, he was always loyal and always stuck by his side. When the Dreadguard split and started to go their separate ways Oddball always remained true to Isley because he was vilified and outlawed by the union as well. And after Druckenwell Oddball knew that his father was an innocent man being used as a scapegoat for the righteous Ayden and Omega Protectorate. So he left the union and scoured the galaxy to find his father, he did a little work here and there for the Ession Reformation, but his search finally ended at the vanguard and for the first time in a long while Oddball was happy fighting side by side with his father once again. It was the only life he was familiar with and when he decided to return back to the union Oddball simply couldn't go back there, not after what they had did to his brothers. Not after they betrayed him and sacrificed him to kill billions. So oddball held his ground against his father, and if need be he would kill his dad.

"I'm sorry it had to be like this dad, I wish it could of been different." Oddball said in a sad tone.

But he would say his peace here and get on with what needed to be done.

"I love you dad." And with that oddball started up.

Diving into a roll Oddball came up in a high kneeling shooting stance and squeezed the trigger on his Yuuzhan Vong rifle. The rifle began to pump out force dead blast bugs in three round bursts traveling at the speed of a blaster. The force dead bugs would explode whether they came in contact with lightsaber or a his flesh and being hit by one was highly destructive. Sometimes knowing people had it's perks when it came to getting weapons meant to kill force users.

Spoiler

Ooc: Just consider the NPCs background noise during this duel
NPCs
140 Rebel Troopers with jet packs
75 with blaster rifles
40 with rocket launchers
13 with LMG blasters
15 with anti tank sniper rifles
3 drop ships

Oddball's gear
Weapons
Viccae Assault Rifle.

The Good Samaritan.

DC-18

Grenades

Ray shield grenade.

Particle shield grenade

Gadgets

Exosuit.

Augmented Shooting Tool.

Ysalamari.

Armor
Clone Commando Armor

 

[Darth Metus]

Objective: Duel of the Fates
Location: FOB
Allies: Deeeez Nuts
Enemies: [member="Oddball"]

If looks could kill...

Then Dagora would have been writing on the floor, choking on his own blood. However, cold stares from behind combat visors were not lethal and thus the Dar'manda lived to fight another day. His eyes, icy and calm, returned the momentary stare given by his son. Then, there were words...the first of which were laden with sarcasm. "Forty is the new twenty, didn't you know?" he said, giving a slight shrug before stepping back a few paces. Oddball was switching up his loadout and that meant the game was live.

The Dar'manda took this opportunity to get a feel for the immediate surroundings. There were scattered droid pieces all over the place, alongside bodies, scrap metal, and rocks. Lots of rocks. Not really a spectacular battleground, but Dagora could work with it. He then placed his full attention upon Oddball and sighed. "You honestly think there isn't a method to my madness? I asked you to trust me. To follow me. I've never led you wrong before, so why would I do so now?" He began, keeping his saber at the ready. "And don't you ever think for a second that I've forgotten your brothers and sisters. My children. Jackpot. Maverick. Bluejay. All of them. I have ten thousand scars, Oddball."

A rifle was raised and Dagora's muscles tensed. Wrath surged through his bones as the final words escaped Oddball's lips. The Dar'manda regretted that he had to face his son this day...but better he than anyone else. Better he than someone ignorant of the word "mercy" or "love". As the trigger was pulled, Dagora said simply "And I, you my son." before thrusting his offhand forward. The Force crackled and screamed from his fingertips, projecting a violent arc of lightning in the same direction as the blast bugs.

The ordnance met the bolts in the middle, causing a detonation between the two men. Dagora knew how to fight Oddball, and Oddball knew how to fight Dagora. This was going to be...interesting. Not to be the one bringing a saber to a gunfight, the Dar'manda quickly created a distraction. A telekinetic grip saw pieces of droid flung point blank at the clone. This was not meant to do anything save put physical objects in the way of his line of sight, allowing the Dar'manda to close the gap. He leaped in, saber "thuuum"-ing through the air in an overhead arc.

Yep, he was trying to cut the clone's gun in two as opposed to going for the kill. How's that for paternal instincts?

[member="Oddball"]

Spoiler: NPC Units

BACKGROUND NOISE, KARKING FINALLY

Spoiler: Loadout

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

 

[Oddball]

Location: Techno Union FOB
Objective: Assault
Allies: Hope
Enemies: [member="Dagora-Kel"]

The explosion sent Oddball backwards as chips of stone and rock flew at him, the shockwave of six blast beetles going off at once. Once oddball had been dragged a good meter back from the shock of the blast he quickly got his wits about him quickly shaking off the shell shock of what had happened. But there was no time to rest, pieces of a downed droid came at him from point blank and he knew that was a distraction and that his father would be moving in for an attack. And over the course of a fraction of a second he asked himself where his father would attack? Isley was a man of style and ferocity and he's want to deliver a blow that had the most power to it, and gravity obviously helped magnify his already strong attack. So answer, from above.

As the droids hit him Oddball rolled backwards with the attack and let his rifle dangle from the strap as there was no way he could lift the rifle and hit him in time. So he did something he had picked up over the years of fighting and learning different styles of shooting. He reached for The Good Samaritan. loaded with sith killers that the Rebel Alliance had purchased from the Ravens way back when.

So squeezing off a three rounds in a rapid succession his Exosuit giving him the strength of a wookie allowing him to handle the recoil of this gun he quickly aimed those rounds in the direction of his father's chest hoping they would change his course of direction at the last moment for fear of being blasted in the chest by explosive tungsten carbide bullets.

"You choose them! Over me! You chose them over your children! Over Doc! Over Over Canal! Over Galaar! He's dead because you turned your back on us! They saw us as clones! As an expendable life where saw your children and you abandoned us when we needed you most!" Oddball yelled as he fought through the tears and hatred, he needed to remain strong though, for the memory of his brothers and sister.

It hurt oddball to think about them, to think about all those who had died for a deranged idea of freedom the techno union had brought to the lower half of the galaxy. Oddball's brothers and sisters had died for nothing and were nothing more but clones now, because the one man who had told them they weren't otherwise had no sought to destroy him. Oddball hated having to do this, he hated having to see his father as his enemy. But he hated knowing that his family had died and disbanded for nothing, that they were sacrificed for nothing. They were replaced by machines, soulless metal monsters.

Spoiler

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

Oddball's gear
Weapons
Viccae Assault Rifle.

The Good Samaritan.

DC-18

Grenades

Ray shield grenade.

Particle shield grenade

Gadgets

Exosuit.

Augmented Shooting Tool.

Ysalamari.

Armor
Clone Commando Armor

 

[General Mayhem]

Location: A mass of chaos surrounding the FOB.

Allies: [member="Prime"] the Murder Machine, [member="Dagora-Kel"] the Mandalorian monster, [member="Orick T'ane"] the Smuggler Mastermind

Enemies: [member="Oddball"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"]



(OOC: I'm taking the primary hit against the base in conjunction ofwithhe shields. Other parties tagged in this post need not concern themselves with it. Keep dueling. I will lose a whole squad of jump troopers, reducing my number of those to 38--10 dead in the assault, another two killed while attempting to launch upward. Other forces near by will remain unaffected)




Mayhem charged into massive fray as any good general would. Then, the skies came screaming open. Tungsten Rods fell from Heaven, the air doing little to slow them down. Then again, the air was unnecessary. A few dozen equations came to mind, but the largest was a matter of force balance. If the bombardment succeeded, then the devastation would be problematic. Thankfully a simple diversion of course was all that was needed.


The many outweight the few, she mused as several of the jump droids changed their trajectories, leaping upward towards the oncoming metal rods, colliding with them to halt their advance and impact significantly. Each doriod shoulder tackled one of the rods at an angle, it's own weight shifting and ruining the straight downward acceleration of each rod, causing it to tumble and spin away from the base.


Ten rods, ten droids. None of them landed well. The droids took the impact, the noise bursting though the skies above the base. Nothing harmed the base. Dust and craters scattered around it. Mayhem rose solemnly. The first losses of the glorious march into hell. It began.


Mayhem rose, her staff in one hand crackling with electricity. Like any good mother, a few children had to be sacrificed to provide for the nest. Such was life. Still, she now had a perfectly good bit of rage to wield against someone. And that unlucky someone was [member="Jarven Zexxel"]. She charged towards the armored man from behind, hoping Orick's attack would grant the rampaging droid one free shot as she lunged with the staff, a wide, arcing swing parallel to the ground, aimed squarely at the man's waist.


He was going to break. The question was simply who would do it first.

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

Enemies: [member="Krasnaya Xue"]
Location: Space

Irys calmly placed the empty plastic cup into the waste unit next to her chair. She smiled as the holo-display came to life. A stark contrast to her irate self when the Rebels had ambushed them last time. Her own Majesty was still undergoing repairs from the last engagement. She’d brought them right down the throats and overpowered an enemy star destroyer last time around. Good for the battle, poor for ship health.

“Contacts. Ten red tracks.”

“Stationary relative to planet.”

Irys listened to the hubbub of the bridge, her fingers moved across the console before her, bringing relevant information to her display. Intelligence was correct, they had been building more ships, rather than relying on refitted, mothballed cruisers.

“Keep the Scythes to our flank, launch fighters. Keep the frigates in the screen, but have the Maladi and Hood hold behind us until targets are acquired. Keep at cruise speed, but prepare to reinforce forward shields and accelerate.”

Ship name	Loc	Speed(hexes)	Shields	Hull	Orders
1xGrevious	1611	2		1980	1980	Advance
1xGrevious	1611	2		1980	1980	Advance
1xHood		1518	4		600	600	Advance
1xScythe	0618	5		600	600	Advance
1xScythe	0718	5		600	600	Advance
1xMaladi	1619	6		540	450	Advance
1xSev’rance 	0617	7		300	300	Advance
1xSev’rance	1615	7		300	300	Advance
1xDirk		1517	7		257	257	Advance
1xDirk		0717	7		257	257	Advance

Gunships 36
Droid Fighters 6 squadrons
Fighters 2
Droid interceptors 4
Droid Bombers 2
Bombers 6

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]NPCs[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][005] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]ACS-501 Redeemer Battle Tank[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [050][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][003] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Pounder Heavy Mech[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [150][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][003] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]CRAM Spider[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [030][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][003] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]F5 Buckler[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [030][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][035/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]005[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]] Royal Guards [040][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Total: [300][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Most of the times when there was war to be waged the Sith Lord would have assumed a more active role in the persuit of it or at least in the execution of such, but as it stood he was really just here to wait and safeguard Adekos and his brethren. He wasn’t a general - the Hand of the Dark Lord, [member="Vrag"] had earned that specific role - the only thing he could do was kick the teeth in of those unworthy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Sending armies back and forth wasn’t part of his resume.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Which is why Carach simply connected Adekos’ commands directly to his own lieutenants who would execute the orders of the bureaucrat who seemed right at home with organizing the war effort. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Orcus’ overwatch had indeed localized the threats far away at the foundry where the sniper fire had come from originally, so it wasn’t strange when his artillery used the coordinates supplied and started hammering with all their force against the foundry. It and the snipers it held would not stand for very long against a barrage of such magnitude.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]When the redhaired Jedi speed forwards to them and some other figure halted her in the midst of her travel with his own forces, once again Carach’s troops did exactly what they were supposed to do. Namely the two tanks started firing into Tugoro and his forces.[/SIZE]