Techno Union Invasion of Rebel Alliance Geonosis

[Ellie Mors]

Location: 0916 ->
Objective: Kill
Allies: [member="Kiran Vess"], [member="Vrag"], [member="Abraxas"]
Enemies: [member="Lok Jorunn"], [member="Thane Drexel"]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uu4emT6btH4[/media]​

As the darkness grew around her, spreading throughout the battlefield and engulfing enemies and allies alike, her footsteps grew in volume and frequency until they were deafening and short-paced. It didn't take a veteran to understand that the sounds of these footfalls were the sound of one sprinting through the sand and rock, and with every echo of her foot touching down on the ground the waves of darkness grew closer and closer still towards the rebel line, rising high into the sky and eclipsing the light of the system's sun. Screams of terror and pain cried out as she passed, the dark clouds driving them to insanity as it smothered them with the dark side of the force, whisking away the faint reminders of the light side, and everything that she heard, that she did, and that she spoke was reverberated through the minds of those within the range of her powers tenfold. Thus far she had rend perhaps six or seven men and women in conflict during this pathetic excuse for a war, yet hundreds fled at the sight, the sound, and the pain of this monstrous tidal wave of hatred.

There were few, if any, that had entered the confines of these dark waves in the past and emerged unscathed. Decades of training, years of practical use in wars from her youth, had compounded upon her mastery of the dark arts of sith magic, and while the troops rightfully fled in force it was also true to state that they had not even seen the beginning of what was to come. "Cry for mercy, for there will be none. Lay down your arms and flee if you wish to live, if you stay I cannot guarantee your lives not to be made forfeit." Boomed her raspy voice, echoing across the darkened skies and the blood-soaked sands. In the distance there was a skirmish quickly approaching, or rather one that she was quickly advancing upon, wherein she could see - through the sight granted to her by the force - a strike team flying overhead with colors most certainly not belonging to the Techno Union, towards an ebbing flow in the force that spoke to her of the dark side. Her side. She smirked. She had once fought a leviathan with her hands and a lightsaber, now she wielded a large sword of her own making and the powers of the force.

A fighter would prove to be nothing but scraps to her.

 

[Corey's OOC]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6666666666667px] 1317, firing on 511 with Redeemers and J-1 Artillery, Extreme weather Warning for the Hex known as 1217[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6666666666667px] The Techno Union, Weather Channel, Dark Side, dead bodies lending him their fluids, sand, heat, death, and a host of classes in planetary sciences, chaos.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Enemies:[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6666666666667px] Communism, light siders, Rogue Squadron, the Rebel Alliance, Galactic Republic, the Peace Corp, Yuuzhan Vong, women who clone children from him, order in the galaxy[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Tornado[/SIZE]

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

Spoiler

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2HQaBWziYvY

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]The units didn’t matter. Darth Marek Peregrus Starchaser did not care for the tools of war. This being cared for the power that was within him. He understood in his head that they were here to eliminate the Rebel Alliance, and the Yuuzhan Vong and the Selectivists and make the galaxy a safe haven for those who sought profits and to advance science and technology. That was why he was on this world. It was why he lead the Techno Union as their foreman and was the Warden of the worlds that were under his control. Why he baby sat them for the Tion Hegemony, and why he stepped away from the Force nearly entirely.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]He stepped away because this would happen.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]They wanted a Master on the field of combat? They were going to get one. The Rebels were going to suffer. Everyone was going to suffer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]He was here to win. He was here to destroy. He didn’t care who or what, but by the end? The power on this would would change.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]If it had no one in power? So be it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]That did not concern him. All that concerned him was the allure and taste of the Dark Side, the best feelings from around the galaxy were the most seductive and at times the most dangerous. The power here? The power to clean moisture from flesh and push the heat of his desires for women, money, profit and power into the very air around him? There was no other reason to exist. He was here for this.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]---[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Meanwhile, reports would be going around the planet by whatever Bug-O-Vision the Geonosians were still able to use under the control of the Socialist Party of Selectivist Red Wannabes. And the war time coverage would be shown, of course, there would be equal parts pro-Techno Union and pro-Terrorist Collective, unless the latter smothered the freedom of speech.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]One such report, was switching from whichever side it was supporting (since it was this writer, totally pro Techno Union) to begin reporting on the coming storm.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Behind the insects the funnel cloud had formed, and there was no calling for any sort of change in the forecast, it appear to the Geonosians, in their bug-speak, that even the very world they inhabited wanted the Techno Union to reclaim its place of power.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]---[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]And no back to the good part.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Peregrus was reaching out to the Force, feeling the world around him, feeling his Master, his friends, and his comrades in arms. They were safe, they were here to enforce his will on this world. But there was no telling how long that would last. Still in the tank, Marek was watching the planet around him, the storm began to take shape as he pushed the dark energies he accepted from his Master, and from the galaxy around him, finally learning to fall into the dark side.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Yes he was falling into the Dark Side improperly, like some sort of unrestrained Sith and not the cautious and calculated Tionese. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Still, the power around him was feeding the clouds above, the air around. And anyone around hex 1217 should hold onto something. The storm was forming and the funnel cloud was touching down. As soon as it did, everyone nearby knew it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Marek Starchaer was working against Darth Peregrus to prevent death to Techno Union units with this storm, but as the Force continued to swallow him, he wasn’t sure if he could resist the allure of the other being in his mind. The storm was moving, the tornado had been created, and its control, strength and intensity was going to mimic the fight that was going on within its creator. The Force was something else, and it was another thing for the hedonist to be addicted to. It created an internal struggle, two sides of the same man.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]It was a dominance and submission game, and while one of them was able to do both, the latter only dominated.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]It was a matter of how long Marek could last.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Before he called that one word.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6666666666667px]Red.[/SIZE]

 

[Oddball]

Location: Techno Union FOB
Objective: Attack
Allies: Rebel Alliance [member="Jarven Zexxel"]
Enemies: TU [member="Prime"] [member="Orick T'ane"]

Incoming bolts of fire ripped off his cover from both sides and it was pretty clear these guys meant business, sticking his head out to see what was happening he was clipped in the shoulder of his armor staggering back and falling down. The armor held as it was meant to and he cursed feeling a bit sore, that was going to bruise. But he needed to get a good look, so using the Augmented shooting tool on his gun he got a good look from it's camera feed to see where the enemy was coming from on both sides, this wasn't good.

A series of loud explosions going off ten meters away from Oddball boomed through the air and the Clone's mind shot over to the happiest place on earth. Basic training, flanking maneuvers, create a distraction up front and suppress fire on the enemy while you work your way to their sides. Drones up top, droids on the left, unknown enemy moving right, catching a Oddball in the middle of a kill zone where he would be picked off in the crossfire. That was a solid plan and Oddball had worked it out in his head, he was a commando trained by one of the most powerful Mandolorians in the galaxy and he knew war, and if there was one big thing about war he knew, it was firefights. So that meant he needed to get out of here and quick before he was caught in the kill zone, so now that left him with options.

"Bloody droids! Why does it always have to be droids!" Oddball cursed to himself.

Pushing the left flank was death, those droids five on one would tear him apart, pushing forward wasn't an option since that was a good way to die from all angles, right side was the one mystery man and by the looks of him he was juiced up on something to be moving that fast. Falling back meant that he could run into more Rebel Troopers, but then again falling too far back would mean exposing the missile troopers who were helping to pound the FOB. So that meant Oddball had to rush right and take out the junkie before dealing with the droids. So as the dust began to rise up from the second barrage of missiles Oddball pushed right in a dead sprint, the Exosuit propelling him forward costing less stamina to do so. The dust storm the missiles kicked up helped cover him from the droids optics but they would probably have to switch over to thermal to see him. But with this much heat flying around it would make it difficult as well.

Moving into a slide a Oddball hit a piece of cover that was a broken up spire and hid behind it. Taking his DC-18 he shouldered it and crouched low as the smuggler came into his vision. It was obstructed slightly by the dust storm but he could make out the hostile target. Squeezing down the trigger multiple times oddball shot forward multiple three round bursts at the target, this was to either kill him or make him go into cover, those droids were still out there and he couldn't see them, and that was a very very bad thing. So the sooner he got this guy into cover the sooner was going to be able to react to any incoming attacks he knew those droids would be sending his way.


NPC: Background noise

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

Spoiler

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

 

[Prime]

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

Spoiler

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

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

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

Spoiler

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcejLp72iCE

Finally, a foe worth Prime’s time and energy. More the energy, as it was a droid and decent for the long haul, because Prime was a modified Hydra War Droid, but still, the energy was what mattered. It would run out, some day, maybe. Prime’s designers knew that they were going to work the new Isotope-5 project into Prime, and this might count as a minor bit of development for one of the capitalist nation’s new star companies. The TA-4s were there to back up the droid commander, but all the large droid thought abuot right now was the Clone.

A worthy foe. Its prime directive. Eliminate and replace Dread Guard as the strongest military unit offered by the Techno Union. Easily the most controlled. Droids did not have feelings, droids did not have dreams. Regardless of what some movie with maybe Dagora Junior in it said. Droids would not someday have dreams. Prime harbored no particular ill will, or at least it wouldn’t after the battle. When Prime was removed from combat, should the Clone known as [member="Oddball"] survive as well, and the pair cross paths, it would remember the details of actions from this conflict, but not the who and what.

The droids that were backing up Prime were holding back, the droid had sent a burst transmission to the units to stand back. There was no honor definition from the droid, but there was the issue of writing four hulking death machines against one clone. The TA-4s had their primary concern of covering the unit known as Prime, however now? They were making sure any Rebels that came near were greeted with a lot of blaster fire.

Approaching the left side of the formation, Prime’s optics picked up the movement going to the right. Pushing its metallic body faster, it rounded the formation, and was greeted by dust. Taking a moment, Prime’s systems reconfigured itself, with the heat from missiles, it moved closer to focus the heat and try to work a bead of the being known as Oddball.

The enemy run time.

Prime was going to delete him like one deleted an ex from Facebook.

Prime fought for the God-Creators.

The TA-4s had a semi-clear, more clear than Prime had, but not clear enough, view of the clone and began offering suppressing fire, understanding that Creator T’ane may be in danger. Prime, itself began targeting what could only be Oddball, ling up a shot, a firing a burst from its Ripper, until it was certain it had T’ane and Oddball separated.

 

[Orick T'ane]

Location: 1418
Objective: Smash the Tube-Baby 3: Return to the Tube
Allies: [member="Dagora-Kel"] [member="General Mayhem"] [member="Freanne"]
Enemies :[member="Oddball"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"]

He was running at top speed and he had almost made it all the way to the last piece of cover when he saw blaster bolts begin to whiz by. He ducked a bit as he ran, pushing as much power into his legs as possible. He felt his foot catch something and he tumbled the last few feet into cover, he glanded down and saw a scorch mark on the top of his foot. " Kriffing shot me in the foot." he said as he turned to begin firing back. For a few seconds he and the clone exchanged fire, both ducking back behind cover before they could take any damage. He watched as a group of TA-4 droids began moving up from behind the clone, he tilted his head as they stopped, and the strange droid from earlier walked forward, it hesitated for only a second before it began to open before on the clone.

Orick smiled at the display, he had gotten the chance to move closer again. Wasting no time at all he pushed off of the small pile of rubble that used to be a prefab building and he sprinted at full speed, enhanced by his cybernetics package. He rushed towards the clone, not wanting to allow this to become a long distance fight. He closed the gap between them to just a dozen meters and he slid into cover.

He rolled out into the open, his body fully on the ground in the prone. It gave him a well supported firing position with a very small silhouette. He too kaim and began to fire at the few exposed parts of the clone that he could see. With him firing from one direction, and the droid firing from another, they had the clone boxed into a corner. He wondered how long this clone would hold out, would he surrender, or would they be forced to kill him.

Gear

Spoiler

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

Forces

Spoiler

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

3xACS-501 Redeemer Battle Tanks [100]

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

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

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

 

[Aszräl]

THE BATTLE ZONE
UNLEASH HELL ALONGSIDE TECHNO UNION COMRADES, ELIMINATE REBEL ALLIANCE HOSTILITY, SECURE GEONOSIS

FORCES

Spoiler

• GROUND FORCES TOUCHDOWN @ HEXES 1212, 0514, & 0709
• AIR FORCES @ HEXES 0407 & 1106

Spoiler

PILOTS

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

GROUND UNITS

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3W5ngVTtRE
[OOC: And for the record, I'm too lazy to re-read the thread to see who's where, so tag me if these guys are near you and we'll... dance.]
[I don't pay attention to posts where I'm not tagged, because most of the time I skim the thread. If you do something to my forces, tag me.]

The time had come. The Obsidian Order had swept in from above, their ships gunning at breakneck speed. The two different fighter squadrons split upon entering atmosphere and sought their targets. One fighter of the X-Wing squadron found an early target nearby and chased after the ship whose transponders belonged to one Rebel by the name of [member="Sannika Brynn"]. The others spread across their area and set to the role of claiming air superiority. In the new, extraordinarily nimble X-Wings procured by the Techno Union, the Force Users were able to use the full array of their senses. Their evasive manoeuvres were ones that would nauseate any mundane pilot, and they threw scanners and tracking systems for a loop. Dumb fire would be necessary to hit these crazies. No lock-ons. Away from them, the Dominus-piloting Obsidians set into two groups of three, assigning one commander per two teams and patrolling the area in similar aesthetic to when Darth Vader chased Luke Skywalker through the trenches of the Death Star. The TIE variants howled their hollow screech, and it echoed across the battlefield as though a mourning for the death toll that only ever grew.

"Set us down near that tornado." Ascendant Zhiel requested of the pilot.

Shuttle Besh's pilot looked to the master of alter environment as though she were a lunatic, but he complied. He circled around the growing cyclone, then set the shuttle down a few hundred metres away from the unnatural creation of [member="Marek Starchaser"]. She found a rock to hide under, great and sturdy, and capable of protecting her from the suction of the dust demon. Then she sat, closed her eyes, and threw herself into the Force. Her concentration and power was lesser than any of the heroes here (for balance sake), yet her will was still mighty enough to aid in the Foreman's actions. Her trickle of energy added to the sacrifices of [member="Dagora-Kel"], and only surged the stream willing this manifestation of destruction into further existence. The winds grew, turning the surrounding area of the tornado into a wind tunnel, dissipating as you went further away. Areas around Rebel Alliance would feel a calm breeze. The fifteen Obsidian Neophytes and Savants that filed out of the shuttle all scattered out and took up preliminary positions, scouring their lines of sight for immediate threats or friendly units. One of two of the telekinetic masters joined this fray, and kept his existence hidden within the ranks of other Obsidians.

Shuttle Aurek touched down on a ridge, armed with another telekinetics master, a mentalist, and another fifteen assorted fighters. Shuttle Cresh landed further along the ridge, and unloaded an elementalist and thirty-four Neophytes and Savants. They all prepared themselves for battle immediately, and they all sought friend or foe to regroup with or engage, respectively. The game was on, the battle was begun for the Order, and their presence thrummed within the Force.

The shuttles were sent off, flying away back to their point of origin on automated instruction. There was no need for unarmed vehicles taking up space on the world. They were only transportation.

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: Foundry Catacombs
Objective: Hold out as long as possible.
Allies: None Near
Enemies: [member="Raziel"] [member="Zhol Kash Dinora"] [member="Draco Vereen"] (I think)


Nyos figured the lady would be a Forcie. Who else would be so bold and shoot lightning from her hands. The Ripper wouldn't get through a Force Barrier, but it would help to keep her at bay until he could find something else. The Lightning that danced through the air would find itself almost parting around Nyos. He didn't know his suit would be capable of detering Force Lightning, but it did. Unfortunately, it found its mark behind him in the chest of an ally.

The next move was a rapid retreat, but not by his own will. He saw it too late to do much more than cover the vitals and hop as a grenade entered the vicinity. A sonic grenade, which shattered bone and organs of the others nearby. Luckily, most of Nyos wasn't organic and his suit was padded enough to remove half of the blow, although the forearm plates were damaged. Rolling in the dirt, Nyos stabbed his blade down to slow his roll. Achingly, he stood again and from inside his helmet, a spurt of blood left his lips. He was rattled and shook it off in an attempt to regain his composure. He would do so, but Sonic grenades were as fun a gungans. The next move was to locate both targets that had attacked him. Letting the Ripper loose again, another barrage of bolts reached out into the darkness and attempted to hit the two targets. Nyos activated his holo-recorder to acquire Intel on his opponents. Thermals were useless with the large amount of bodies around. Nyos trotted back towards the woman who had 'shockingly' good aim. Raising the Ravenclaw in defense, Nyos built up speed and charged the woman, covering the distance as quick as his augmented legs would carry him. Once his Ripper was empty, he dropped it and released his second blade and prepared to assault the woman and her spawn with duel blades of death.

The plan was to drive the woman back and hopefully locate target two. He was going to use, Fast Style, which he learned in his youth. Rapid movements, unpredictable and aggressive. Something he was sure the Sith would appreciate and hopefully succomb to.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: S0711
Objective: Kill [member="Nyos Val"]
Allies: Techno Union [member="Vrag"] [member="Zhol Kash Dinora"] [member="Raziel"]
Enemies: Rebels [member="Nyos Val"]
Force:

Spoiler

ACS-503 Mythosaur Mobile Fortress (1) Immobilized 1316 Providing Anti-Air and Infantry support for [member="Marek Starchaser"]
Equipped with (4) PLRA1-MLRS (used)
ACS-503 Mythosaur Mobile Fortress (1) 1116 --> Doing Stuff, full defense mode, don’t mess with the best
Equipped with (4) PLRA1-MLRS (used)
ACS-503 Mythosaur Mobile Fortress (1) 1116 --> Doing Stuff, full defense mode, don’t mess with the best
Equipped with (4) PLRA1-MLRS (used)
ACS-501 Redeemer Battle Tanks (6) 1116 --> Doing Stuff, full defense mode, don’t mess with the best
Infantry (30) S0711--> Killin Rebs in da Base
ACS-004 Immortal 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)

My troops and I descended deeper into the foundry, finding the catacombs after minutes of searching. The use of my Force Sense and the ability of our helmets to see through walls made it much easier to locate, made it easier to navigate around potential traps or ambushes. Thirty elite troopers, geared and ready to go, thirty men in heavy, expensive armor carrying top of the line equipment, and me. That was all I had, but he was engaged already, and he wasn’t having a good time. I knew of one person down here, with a force of sithspawn. That unsettled me, but they were on my side for now, and while they were, honor dictated I treat them as such.

The entrance to the catacombs where the geonosians and rebel forces were was wide, and that wasn’t good. Narrow corridors were where my men and I excelled. A quick scan, reaching out with the Force to locate the sithspawn nearest to us, making sure they were out of the fire lane. They were, barely. They were fighting just around a bend, so when they advanced we would have to cease fire and let them through, but until then it was time. Turning to take shots at the Geonosians my troops slipped from cover, shields set for dual, weapons set to alternate three round burst. The large 12.7mm slugs and the heavy charric bolts would impact Geonosian armor hard, just the kinetic force alone would be staggering, to say nothing of the weapons’ destructive capabilities. I myself was focused elsewhere. I was focused on [member="Nyos Val"] , the leader. I wanted him to myself, even if some of my allies did as well. Besides a pair of Masters, or one apprentice, which was more your style boy. All I needed to do was get his attention. He wanted this fight, not all that pain they were packing. Heck I didn’t believe in overkill and I felt a little bad for him.

Outside, on the desert sands of Geonosis the Mythosaurs stomped forward, their shields starting to come back on line. The beasts thundered forward, passing into the ranks of the Blackblade Guard lead by [member="Vrag"] providing fire support and air defense, as well as enveloping some of them in the still weakened frigate grade shields.

OOC: [member="Vrag"] just do stuff wit my Dinobots.

 

[Oddball]

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

There was one thing about cornering an animal, it meant that the animal was going to pull out everything it had to kill you. And in this case it wasn't different, Oddball was going to wipe the floor with these people. Bolts splashed against the cover he was taking from the incoming droids that was meant to suppress him and keep him in cover as the other organic target moved in to close the gap and eventually go for the kill. These guys were organized and Oddball sorely wished his brothers were here to help him, but since that wasn't an option he had to fight right now.

"THAT ALL YOU GOT!?" Oddball said as an idea struck him.

Reaching to his belt again he took the second ray shield grenade and slammed it on the ground. The shield snapped up just in time causing the bolts from Orick and the Prime brigade to slam Into it. Now it was time to get explosive with this situation. With the breach version of his DC-18 loaded up he stood up from the rubble inside the shield and in his arms were two rifles. A Viccae Assault Rifle. loaded with blast bugs, the equivalent of a automatic grenade launcher, and in the other was the DC-18 with a 40mm grenade in the tube.

"EAT IT!!" Oddball yelled as he had his HUD tell him where to aim to hit both targets.

So he pulled the triggers of both weapons with great satisfaction from within the safety of the shield and the rounds exploded forth. The 40mm grenade rocketed towards Prime and friends and six blast bugs each with the explosive force of grenade over to Orick, at a range of twelve meters that would be a tough dodge. These people and not so much people were outclassed by the Dreadguard, maybe they were a failed science experiment but they were still some of the finest warriors in the galaxy next to the Blackblade guard and Mandolorians. Oddball had only known war in his life and he was going to show that to these people today, who cared about Geonosis now, this was no longer about that for Oddball. This was about honor and glory, this was about fighting or dying, what he was born to do.

NPC: Background noise

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

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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

 

[Sannika Brynn]

Location: 0510 > 0409; Air forces en route to 0916
Objective: Dogfight!!!!!!!!!!!!
Allies: [member="Lok Jorunn"], [member="Thane Drexel"], Freedom fighters
Enemies: [member="Sigma"], Corporatist invaders

Spoiler: Air forces

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

Fighters were visible coming in from above, still a-ways off but arrival impending. It was time to set for engagement. "Yo! Fighters inbound. I am running to intercept." The remainder of her wingmen broke off to aid Lok Jorunn's squadron, bombers with massive payloads allowing no quarter for whatever was below. The speedy little Corvus interceptor was a bit tricky to gauge with maneuverability, but it was a reliable craft and Sannika was going to represent it!

She switched on her Copycat device to trick the enemy's scopes and broadcast a false friendly IFF signal that would throw the rest of the Techno Union's fighters off her trail for a bit, and mess with her soon-to-be tango buddy's targeting computers for a few moments and prevent any missile lock-ons. Quietened but ever-increasing breaths whispered in and out of the twi'lek pilot's lungs as tension began to mount for real. She had only ever been in one real dogfight before--a scouting mission gone wrong over Kamino--and that had been quite the harrowing escape for her. Time to test her mettle again. At least it kept her eyes off the slaughter below. The things this youthful tukian would have seen...

As they closed the gap, Rogue Three ticked a switch on her dash and subsequently fingered the secondary trigger on her yoke, firing off a concussion missile at her adversary before bailing out of her head-on course, lifting her nose for the sky while angling to her one o'clock, skirting her opponent's initial laser line. The missile should keep the other pilot busy enough for her to get up to a decent altitude without a hitch. "I didn't know the Technos used Incom birds," she commented absently as the Kantankerous Kill ascended to new heights.

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Currently on the move from 0511 south toward [member="Darth"] Venefic's forces (heading toward 0716)
Objective: Hunt some Sith
Enemies: Techno Union, [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Greta Kohler"]
Allies: Rebel Alliance, [member="Tugoro Taidarious"], [member="Tionne Thanewulf"], [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

Spoiler

NPC Forces:
240 x Republic Commandos
22 x EMBU Droids
22 x YVH-2 Droids

The initial wave of disorder gave the Republic soldiers an initial advantage, but with their heavy tech, the soldiers quickly found themselves struggling to maintain that edge. Soldiers began to fall, lives extinguished in the blink of a blaster bolt. Kian could feel the death around him and with a steady breath he cast it out of his mind. There would be time for regret later....time to focus on the lives lost. Here and now, Kian had more dire things to focus his attention on.

Like the flying body coming at him.

Kian didn't have much time to consider his options, and dove forward, under the passing body, coming up in a quick roll, his blade held out in front of him defend from any attacks that would be forthcoming. But the attack didn't come from a blade, but rather an exertion in the force and Kian found himself rolling backwards, away from the two once more. Digging his talons into the dirt, Kian used the force to stop his movement and found that he was in an unfortunate position.

Shoving his arm forward, Kian called on a technique he hadn't used in several years. The Baran Do of Dorin had taught Kian a few unique ways in which to use telekinetic abilities, and this was the one he had favored the most. As he extended his arm, a small twister shot forth, only about a little over a meter in height. The attack wasn't really meant to hit them, and it could be easily thrown off course....but what it did on the rocky, dry surface of Geonosis was lift up a cloud of debris in its wake that, at least momentarily, would provide the cover Kian wanted.

Kian, rising to his feet, rushed forward behind the twister, pulling his presence in to make it harder to detect him, and he sprang through the cloud of dirt, his lightsaber raised up and crashing down toward the Sith Lord. This technique was known as Falling Avalanche, the powerful overhead blow meant to break through an opponents defenses. Kian couldn't be sure that his distraction with the twister had worked, but he committed himself to the offensive and hoped for the best. Kian's strategy of fighting was always simplicity and pushing the offensive whenever possible.

 

[Prime]

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

Units of background noise that I'm too lazy to count

Spoiler

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

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

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

Sounds.

Spoiler

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSeNSzJ2-Jw

The TA-4s were moving to prevent Oddball from escaping. They would do their best slow the clone down. Prime was the one that was going to move into the kill. This way the change in programming for this whole event was still kept legal. Besides, as much as Adekos would hate to admit it, Prime was probably able to out-process and think the TA-4s. Bugs building robots. Unlike Oddball, who's parent was a test tube and a tank, Prime did not concern itself with such issues.

Prime was created. Prime received upgrades. Prime was eternal.

Prime's programming was war. Prime was designed for this.

When the grenade was shot towards the unit, it lumbered and moved, slowly out of the way, taking the hit on its left flank, the arm that was already damaged was taking more damage and the report given was that it was down to twenty five percent combat efficiency, with the leg on that side approximately eighty three percent. The clone was here and Prime was not going to quit to initiate repair protocols. This was going to need to be fixed in the next upgrade.

Live.

Die.

Live again.

The unit had also fallen. To the ground, the explosion of the grenade whipping the unit around, landing on its front, sideways to the approach it had on the clone. Propping itself up, as programming as allowing the droid to continue to go, watching removed as its systems were taking hits, it aimed its Ripper at Oddball and began to spray fire precisely where it saw movement and where its programming was predicting movement to occur. The area was becoming filled with suppressed blaster fire.

Prime carried a lot of ammunition.

It only wished it had a flamethrower.

 

[Darron Wraith]

Objective: Go bye bye
Allies: Techno Union
Enemies: A vacation this week and weekend, hot women, and an invasion post time mandate.
Location: 0814---->gone from invasion

Death was going to duel the Jedi, he really was. But he quite simply had to be somewhere else. Truthfully, his writer had an unexpected event.

So the assassin and his forces were gone.

Poof.

 

[Freanne]

Location:1116
Allies: Techno union [member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Draco Vereen"][member="Dagora-Kel"][member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Kiran Vess"] [member="Abraxas"] [member="Prime"] [member="Orick T'ane"]
Enemy: Rebel Scum [member="Oddball"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"]
@ALSO ANYONE i HAVE MISSED IN OR AROUND THE FOB
plus others who I have missed

Spoiler

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

Freanne was watching the fob closely killing what she could, then she spotted one the leaders a six foot tall gank. Who fit the intel profile of [member="Jarven Zexxel"], she slow her breathing right down. She began to concentrate on his head, she kept double checking the wind speed. As this small factor may alter the course of her shot, and this game a millimeter was a good as mile. She aimed she followed him, and tries to predict his movement. The was some droid in the way, who she was half tempted to have shot down. If she could line this up it would perfect kill shot, the guy was little erratic making the shot harder to line up. Then again this was her profession, she waited for clear shot then she squeezed the trigger......................................

Meanwhile the good captain was making his next move towards the fob, he had previously moved to the ridge. He was ready to make a move, he went from the ridge across the foot of the small hill, he was getting ready to get his men to skirt round the main part of the hill as he did not want the high ground, as it make his men easy targets, for any entrenched enemy. His caution had paid off no one has even take a potshot at his men yet.

Spoiler

Infantry company is know in grid number 0713, using the hill as cover. Scout platoon, is raining sniper fire on fob.

 

[Raziel]

Location: Near [member="Nyos Val"] assume U0709
Objective: infiltrate rebel bass
Enemies: [member="Nyos Val"] and anyon in the foundry who wants to tango
Allies: Capitalism [member="Zhol Kash Dinora"]

NPC Force:
S1518:
47th Artillery Battery: 2xPounder Heavy Mech (immobilised)
S1718:
12th Artillery Battery 5x J-1 Proton Cannons
GBAD: 2xF5 Buckler Anti-air walker
1xCRAM Spider
(Assume a FOO is going forward with troops to ridge)
Equipment:

Spoiler

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

That sudden flare of trepidation was well known to the Dark Jedi Master. His target hadn’t picked up on his exact position, but fired several rounds in Raziel’s rough direction. As the assassin crouched back into the alcove several rounds hit the rock around him. Silently cursing as he felt a sharp pain under his arm, his fingers came back damp with blood. A shard of rock from the impact had managed to find a soft spot in his armour.

Still, his position wasn’t compromised, and he still had good use of that arm. Could have been much worse. Green eyes, and his other senses, carefully watched events unfold beneath him. His target moved with unnatural speed, and an odd gait as it crossed the space to the other Dark Jedi Master. There was no Force being used, so their opponent was either displaying a trait of his species or had enhancing armour, or cybernetics.

The smart grenade launcher was clamped back onto the magnetic holster on his back. The free hand then reached for the control on his belt, activating his personal cloak and giving him ten seconds on complete concealment. He gracefully slid from his hiding place, avoiding aerial collisions with several Geonosian, before using the Force to come down gently.

As he came up from his roll, one hand unclipped a saber, before the other flicked on his wrist blaster. He came at the cyborg from his right flank, not behind; wouldn’t do good to shoot down a friendly Jedi Master by accident. His eyes never strayed to the sights of the weapon, only ten feet from his target he allowed the Force to guide the shot. The wispy silver tendrils of the paddle beamer lancer out across the gap. If it struck home, it could cause at least partial paralysis of any limb.

The tell-tale snap-hiss as the turquoise blade extended to life came as the cloaking field dissipated. His mind was clear, and he was ready to test his skill with the blade. Ambidextrous and a master of several forms, he was no easy prey despite his diminutive size. Of course, he didn’t exactly like to test himself in a fair fight; that was what his illusions would be for.


NPCs:

The artillery turned their fire to the airbase once more, ensuring that there would be no local re-arming sites for any bombers. The Buckler meanwhile, continued scanning. Looking for a target for its remaining missiles.

 

[Velok the Younger]

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

NPC Forces:

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
99 at U0711, 100 at U0809, 22 at U1011, 5 at U1219

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

There weren't many things that could shrug off lightning like that. Kash got a good sense of what, exactly, was involved as Nyos did his thing. Her eyes went wide, then narrowed as she grinned, tasting blood. Oh, this was priceless. Not out of any mistake on his part; quite the opposite. Against literally anyone else, he'd have been well equipped and then some, a very serious threat. Against her...

A second round of bolter fire slammed into another Force barrier. By the time he started his charge, trading his bolter for his other blade -- a long trench knife, alchemized like the sword and better -- Kash had drawn her own sword. There was nothing special about this blade; it was nothing more than a basic Sith sword, the kind she could make in her sleep. She parried his quick, powerful assault with the deftness of a highly mobile blademaster who couldn't match him for strength but had technique for days. Her feet moved nimbly across the cavern floor, taking her in and out of his assault range as her mind wrapped around the alchemy she sensed.

Her eyes flicked sideways, off to her left where Raziel was approaching, lightsabre in hand. As Raziel fired his paralysis beam, the kind that ignored both shields and armor, Kash danced back.

And something very nasty started to happen.

Against any other Sith, any other alchemist, Nyos' gear might have been enough to give him the edge. She listened to the part of her that could be aware of any of the hundreds of blood trails she'd made in past decades -- including the blood trails that marked her own creations. Apart from the qo'saarai all around, and their gear -- which was very similar to Nyos', even identical in some cases -- she felt a specific set of blood trails and alchemical signatures centered on the cyborg. He was currently wearing a Cater Coat of alchemized terentatek leather, and a Baas Gunbelt of the same, which held a sidearm identical to the powerful alchemical blasters the qo'saarai wielded. And his off-hand blade was a Fett Kal trench knife of alchemized durasteel.

All of which had been made by her.

The alchemical gear bowed to its true master. All at once, the terentatek longcoat became a liability as she attempted to wrench his arms behind his back. The gunbelt contracted painfully around his hips. The blaster began to fire straight down along his leg, its muzzle twisting toward him. The trench knife did its level best to slam into its wielder's neck. He wore or carried no less than four serious pieces of alchemy, each given its strength by her power. Her essence was woven into every particle of them. And now that he'd used it to block her lightning and attack her, she recognized its presence.

Sportsmanlike? Absolutely not. She even felt bad about it, insofar as she felt bad about anything. The cyborg was brave, he'd fought hard, he'd successfully kept her from getting into the catacombs unopposed -- a more naive version of her would say that he deserved better than to be taken apart by his own excellent clothing and equipment. He hadn't done anything wrong, made no mistakes -- he'd just happened to run into exactly the wrong person. And that could happen to anyone.

"Not your lucky day," said the ageing woman as half of his gear tried to kill him. She hated monologues, but some moments and some men deserved an epitaph.

"I am Rave Merrill."

***​

​

Back at the tunnel mouth, the five qo'saarai elders concluded their chant. The telepathic echo of the Taurannik Codex faded as the other two hundred tuk'ata put their full attention toward the death of the Geonosians and the Rebels, and as Kash-slash-Rave devoted her focus to Nyos Val. The ritual paused on a moment of decision. The tunnel trembled. The Dark Side was here.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Location: S0616
Objective: Defend Position
Allies: The Techno Union, ([member="Darth Carach"]), ([member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]), ([member="Hion the Herglic"]), [member="Ayden Cater"]
Enemies: National Socialist Selectivist Worker's Party, (Oberschütze [member="Thane Drexel"]), (Oberschütze [member="Blane Nightfall"])

Spoiler

Forces:

• 002 ACS-501 Redeemer Main Battle Tanks (souped up)
• 002 MTATs
  123 TA1 Battle Droids
• 081 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

Adekos wheezed, bending over slightly and putting his hands on his knees. That little display of telekinetics could take the wind out of a man, really. But the worst had been avoided. The Umbaran would gladly wind himself again if it meant the further preservation of Techno Union assets. The sounds of gunfire and heavy weapons going off continued to fill the immediate air as the Techno Union's droids chewed through the attacking Rebel infantry with little to no effort. There were casualties, of course, but nothing like the Rebels would endure. They made the mistake of coming here without armor. These droids knew no fear, no morale. They did not hesitate. The Rebel Soldiers, being that they were Rebels, were likely undisciplined, untrained, and under equipped. Otherwise they wouldn't be Rebels. They would have just been soldiers, like from any other legitimate government. The fact that the current Geonosian government was relying more on non-Geonosian Selectivist auxiliaries than their own soldiers spoke volumes of the current administration's popularity.

This was no invasion. It was a reestablishment of authority. Real authority, and not the farce maintained by anarchist vagrants.

Speaking of vagrants of the anarchist variety, the stealth-coated bomber flew overhead once again. Once more it dispatched proton torpedoes towards the formation, only for them to be haplessly speared by the CRAM spiders once again. The mid-air explosion would have been fun to watch if it didn't signify the continued failure of both his own AA defenses and Orcus' skycars against this blighted bomber. Again, as Thane strafed, flak cannons fired rapidly into the air. All thirty meters of his bomber were going to be hard to miss at this rate, even if it moved too quickly for missiles and composite lasers to catch up. Unsurprisingly, no friendly concussion missiles smashed into the formation. If Thane Drexel had been flying that low, he would have crashed into the ridge and would no longer be a problem.

Although summary destruction via proton torpedo had been avoided, the laser cannons of the bomber were impossible to defend against. They scoured the battlefield, gunning down more than a few droids. TA2s were heavily armored and all, but they could not withstand the heavy laser cannons a bomber afforded. Adekos was not about to wait around for Orcus' Skycars to fix this situation now. This ludicrous bomber had run his course for far too long already.

Adekos spoke into his commlink once again, this time broadcasting to whichever Techno Union commanders could hear him. He had to do this while picking himself off the ground. Laser cannons landing in the dirt tended to startle him, so he had predictably thrown himself down in a bid to avoid them. "This is Commander Adekos, coming in. I need air support- there's a stealth bomber my forces can't shake off. Transmitting my coordinates now."

 

[Orick T'ane]

Location: 1418
Objective: Smash the Tube-Baby 3: Return to the Tube
Allies: [member="Dagora-Kel"] [member="General Mayhem"] [member="Freanne"]
Enemies :[member="Oddball"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OUZU5VntBLk​

Orick watched as the clone used another of those bubble grenades, all he could think about was how he needed to get some of them for himself. But the fact that he had them means that he didn't have offensive grenades, so that was a plus, he could sit in a corner and use those for only so long. He saw the wave of shots coming his way and his HUD identified the gun as exactly what he feared it was. He rolled back into cover and as far into the rubble as he could and he turned his back to the explosions. The shrapnel and fire rebounded harmlessly off of his armor, but the force of the explosions knocked the wind out of him.

The cybernetics were quick to push air through his system, but the short moment was enough to stall his advance. He wasn't about to let the clone be the only one that was throwing around explosives, he had a rifle with a grenade launcher as well, and he was in the mood to share. He rolled back out of cover, the explosive bugs adding more dust and rubble to his position. He took aim with the rifle and launched a grenade from the launcher, a smile on his face. He reloaded quickly and waited for the shield to fade before he launched another one, just to make sure the clone got his own light show, close up. He wondered if that would shut the clone up. The bander was beginning to get old, he talked a lot of trash for someone hiding on a corner.



Gear

Spoiler

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

Forces

Spoiler

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

3xACS-501 Redeemer Battle Tanks [100]

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

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

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

 

[Ayden Cater]

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

The fight in the air was going nowhere in a hurry. While they did outnumber the enemy fighters four to one, attempting to dogfight in close quarters was not a particular strong suit for the thirty-meter wide fighter. Kill shots couldn't be lined up without having to jerk at the last moment to avoid hitting a friendly fighter. Before it could become an annoyance however, a call came in from the field.

"This is Commander Adekos, coming in. I need air support - there's a stealth bomber my forces can't shake off. Transmitting my coordinates now." The wheezing he heard over the comm let Ayden know that things over there weren't stellar. Making a snap decision, he broke his fighter off from the fight over the Techno Union base. His wingmate as well as half of Besh and Cresh flights broke off with him and punched it towards the transmitted coordinates. The other half of Wardog squadron would still be capable of keeping the Rebel fighters occupied to prevent any damage to the base. And since they wouldn't have to fight for as much airspace, maybe they'd even down the enemy fighters and link back up.

While en route to Commander Adekos' position, Ayden still couldn't quite shake the feeling of dread in the back of his mind. If he weren't actively masking his signature within the Force, perhaps it wouldn't have bothered him quite so much. Even so, there was something about the feeling that gnawed on his mind, a creeping familiarity that stayed just out of reach. It was like trying to catch sight of an ever-moving target out of the corner of one's eye. He knew that he had sensed this before but for the life of him could not place it.

Up ahead, Ayden spotted the bright red bomber that was harassing Techno Union forces. Surprisingly, it was by itself; no other Rebel air forces were in the immediate vicinity. It showed up on sensors, which led him to wonder what about it made Commander Adekos claim it was a stealth bomber. With a paintjob like that, it certainly wasn't hard to see. That wasn't his concern. He fired off a pair of concussion missiles along with his wingmate while Cresh Flight fired off four homing concussion missiles. Repeating, heavy, and quad laser cannons opened fire alongside the missiles. With Cresh Flight coming in from above, Besh Flight flanking from either side, and Ayden and his wingmate coming in straight-on, things did not look good for the enemy pilot.

Spoiler

Forces:
6x Eharl-class Assault Starfighters

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

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

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

One Speeder Bike

Personal Equipment:

Lymmahtun
Lightsaber
Cater Coat
Paragon-class Personal Shield
Biofoam injectors

 

[Darth Metus]

Location: 1317
Objective: Parenting
Allies: TU
Enemies: TR

With but a shake of the hand, Oddball departed. Their battle was over, but at least something came of it. The man who led the Rebels had solid truths plucking at his heartstrings. When the morrow came, Dagora was confident that his son would return to his side. As such, the Dar'manda made no attempt to halt the clone's retreat. He did not blow the dropship out of the air with lightning. He did not claim additional lives. He simply watched as the Rebel force scurried upward and away.

Then, he began to bear witness to a great many things. Dark things.

Out of seemingly nowhere, Dagora felt the presence of the Dark Side. He knew that his apprentice had been brewing up something nasty, and as such had contributed energies to the task. However, the entity standing at the eye of this monstrosity did not feel like the Foreman of the Techno Union. The tidal waves rippling through the Force reeked of an evil that was not the [member="Marek Starchaser"] Dagora had mentored years ago. Of course, time changed people, but this was something else. This was something...monstrous.

Winds howled and the wicked brew that Marek was cooking up began to complete. Just as release seemed imminent, Dagora's comm sprang to life with a certain voice. A voice that had no karking business being there. "No." he breathed, putting two and two together. Deneve was here. Deneve was where he landed. Marek's tornado was nearby. She could get caught. A falling rock or droid..."No. No. No. No! NO!" he seethed.

The Force was his ally. The Force responded to his urgency. Power saturated in his bone, allowing him to move ever faster. Dagora took off as fast as he could, pushing his aging muscles to perform leaps and bounds over the rocky surface. It did not take long for him to cover the one hundred meter distance between he and his child, and a final sprint saw him arrive only a stone's throw away from her position. She was safe, for the moment.

"Of all the karking times to pull a dumb stunt, you pick a literal war zone? Are you karking kidding me? Just wai-" he began.

Yet his voice stopped. The Darkness that Marek summoned was dwarfed. Something far greater...something terrifying...was coming.

"We're in it now..."