[The Kathol Outback]: Dominion of Kal'Shebbol

[Kimiko Taiyou]

Objective: #2
Location: Outskirts of Sarne's Palace

The moment the hatch opened and the troopers within spilled out into the fray, dragging Kimiko along with them...she knew she had boarded the wrong transport. Chaos sounded all around her while all her mind wanted to do was hide. Explosions and blaster shots filled her ears, even through the donned hearing protection. The scent of various objects burning choked her until she nearly vomited as she crouched, cowering behind a hastily erected barrier.

This was no place for a servant of her status...

The woman was slapped, quite literally, out of her daze by the one she knew as "Team Leader". Now, the man was screaming at the top of his lungs and pointing towards the source of incoming fire. All Kimiko could do was nod, shoulder her rifle, and begin pulling the trigger. The first shots taken went wide as her eyes were squeezed shut just as the trigger was pulled. Once she alleviated the issue did she manage to find her first target...and the shot flew true and silenced his gun.

The battle had just begun, and the combatants were at each other's throats. Kimiko was amongst the soldiers on the ground, and undergoing her first baptism by fire...

[member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Matthew Robinson"] [member="Runi Verin"]

 

[The Great Narrator]

Objective: #2
Location: Gate's of Sarne's Palace
Allies: Gentech and the Slasha Hoard
Enemies: [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"] | [member="Kimiko"] | [member="Runi Verin"] | TKO S&R, etc

The weak had friends, they always do... From his command bunker, Cronas watched six multi-wheeled vehicles come into view. With Chin mounted Ion cannons the red and white colored transports cut down those who had pushed the farest into their enemy's line and spread out to form a barrier around the attacking rebels.

"Fools, do they think we are not armed to handle a few medical transport?" He asked to himself as he formulated a response.

With just a thought he ordered the remaining P-Towers to target and destroy the enemy vehicles before him. One by one the towers responded charging their main gun and unleashing their high-powered blasts down upon the S&R transports. Their shields held for the first couple of blasts but soon they collapsed under the strain and the lead tractor exploded as a blast found it's mark on the unarmored frame.

"Ready the next wave, when their armor fails I want every warrior to fall upon these fools and feast upon their flesh!"

Cronas made ready to join them himself, for like all good commanders he understood it was not wise to deploy all your forces at once. The enemy had already tipped their hand and their reserves now lay in the sights of his few remaining guns. Soon he would strip them of their armor and unleash the full fury of his hoard upon them. It was a good day, one to be worthy of song....

 

[Zing]

Objective #3
Location: Above the palace
Allies: [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: Gentech air defenses

Explosions. As soon as Orion had flown out of the D'Lessio several interceptors had moved in to shoot him down. Fortunately his allies were watching and destroyed them. Now that Orion was out and about, he could start taking down enemy fighters. The more he destroyed the safer the capital ships would be and the safer off Orion would be. Orion's first move was to fly straight into the thick of the battle. He flew straight toward the nearest Gentech enforcer ship. He fired his missiles at the bridge, and then rolled to avoid incoming cannon fire. Before he could come back around to hit the enforcer again, he had three interceptors flying behind him. "Things just got interesting."

He flew straight up in the air. As soon as the interceptors pulled up to follow, Orion cut the engines, and once he went into freefall he revved them and took off straight through the center of the three. But before he went all the way through, he fired his laser cannons, destroying one. He then began to spiral as he went down, avoiding their blaster fire and distracting them. Orion continued to avoid their fire as he flew back toward the enforcer he had been attacking before. He put the engines up to full power and flew straight toward the now damaged bridge. The fighters followed, going as fast as they could. Orion noticed them speed up, and realized he had trapped them. Once he came within several meters of the bridge, he took a sharp right, and flew away. The interceptors weren't fast enough and flew straight into the bridge, destroying it.

Orion smiled as he flew around several other enforcers. "I can't believe that actually worked."

 

[Tarok Vassket]

Location: Detention Center, Cell Block 4; Sarne's Palace
Allies: [member="Ria Misrani"] [member="Naamah Aesham"] [member="Bexel"] [member="Ula Kaddo"]
Enemies: Gentech // Prison Guards
Objective: #1 // Prison Break

Tilzi wasn't all that well versed in the use of technology. Certainly not a detention control system or firing blasters. However, she was surprised at how bad their security was that everything could be compromised from one terminal located next to the prisoners. At least she could use a stun baton. That was simple enough. She turned to Ula and her cellmates. The dark-haired woman with burned hands had shouted above the rest of the captives. "Those are our friends you can hear firing on the castle. I'd suggest you stick with us."

The left side of her face was marred with angry welts and bruises. The free-spirited nightsister had been rather uncooperative through her capture and imprisonment and the guards had not taken to this kindly. Now she was free. Free and angry.

As they reached the top of the stairs one of the guards immediately turned in their direction. Tilzi took two loping strides to intercept him. He stood before her, holding his baton straight at the group.

"Back in your cells!" he ordered, voice cracking.

"Aww...No." Tilzi grasped that wrist firmly and pulled him towards her. Her second hand grasped him at the base of the neck and slammed his head into the wall next to them three times. She'd thought to simply incapacitate him, but some of the burning rage was allowed free. The third strike cracked his riot helmet. Probably wouldn't be good for the brain.

 

[Runi Verin]

Objective: #2
Location: The Mirror’s Edge; Landing Zone
Allies: [member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"] | TKO S&R | [member="Bryce Bantam"] & his merry rebel band
Enemies: [member="Cronas Plagueborn"] (Soon™)
Post Count: 2

“Cute, doc, but we both know you can barely tell your shebs from your bemeyr at the best of times.” He might have thought he was so clever sitting out of her striking range, but he was obviously forgetting that a good grudge was all ways worth nursing a spell before settling. Mando'ad draar digu. A Mandalorian never forgets. “But if you ask real nice, m’sure one of these fine ladies and gents’ll give you a hand in noting the subtle differences ‘tween the two.”

A pair of deft hands shifted across the console as the vessel started its final descent, Runi scarcely registering their actions as she focused on foiling gravity for just a few seconds longer. No mean feat. For a heavy drop ship that boasted such a pedigree lineage, the Espada-class was an absolute mutt when it came to actually touching down. Maybe that was why it came with such a formidable cloak; no one could see how poorly it handled when it actually came to crunch time.

She shouldn’t complain. The cloak was the only thing allowing them to slip through the firing lines unheeded, keeping them hidden from both prying eyes and heavy cannons alike, the cost of which levied on Bryce and his distraction team. Judging from the status reports, increasingly frantic and fragmented in nature, mercenaries bolstered the ranks of the Gentech forces. The kind that must have come with quite the price tag.

“Show time.” Runi announced as the Edge touched down, the cloak surrounding the vessel rippling slightly as it adjusted to its new surroundings but otherwise remaining active as the landing ramp lowered. A few feet beyond the landing zone lay the start of the access tunnels, the S&R’s rebel guides waiting within to lead them into the palace undetected. She grabbed her gear, sparing a glance at the twenty four faces waiting expectantly to disembark. They didn’t need her to tell them how to do their job from this point on; they all knew their tasks and assignments. Still, she couldn’t let them leave without one final passing comment-slash-command. Briefly captaining this plastic fantastic drop ship ought to earn her that much at least.

“K'oyacyi.”

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Location: Detention center, Cell block 8; Sarne's Palace
Allies: [member="Ria Misrani"], [member="Bexel"], [member="Tilzi"], kal'shabba resistance fighters.
Enimies: Gentech, nearby guards.
Objective: 1 and later 2
Mood: struggling to stay calm.

He was sitting on the floor, his eyes closed as he meditated, not something he usually did, but desperate times call for desperate acts. The guards were mercifully to the others in his cell, but he had received the brunt of the abuse. Being the biggest person in the detention block, you were a easy target. Bruised, cut, bleeding and extremely pissed off. His cell mates had tried to ease his pain by actin uncooperative,but he waved them aside and said the time would come, and that time did come.

He heard a hiss and a pop, and the shield before him dissipated, and all of his cell mates, stood, and watched him, waiting for instruction. That was new, he wasn't really sure why they chose him as leader, but hey did. "Stay behind me, don't put yourself out in the open, and try to find where all of our gear was stashed, I would think it'd be in the wardens office. Let's go." With that, his cells mates nodded and pumped their fists. Slowly, he stood and a path parted for him, which was a little amusing to him, but he had a job to do, he had lives to protect, and he refused to let them down, even if it was the last thing he did.

The first guard went white-faced as soon as he saw Nate and his mob, and pulled out a force baton, visibly shaking as he pointed it at him. "G-get back in your cell!" With a grim smile, Nate approached the guard, who nearly fainted as Nate tore the baton out his hand, handing it back to one of his cell mates hands. "How bout you get in your cell?" With that he grabbed the guard by the collar and sent him flying into the cell, his body landing in a heap on the floor. "Everyone, you know your jobs,let's get this done boys,"

Sneaking around guards wasn't easy, and the announcement by who he could only figure out was Ria made It all the worse as the guards doubled their efforts to stop them from getting their gear back. But he wasn't one to back down, even in the face of death. "You! Not another step!" A deadly look on his face, he continued to advance on the wardens office."STOP! I will shoot!" That made him smile as the barrels of five rifles were thrust in his face. "Sounds like my type of game" being just tired of all of this fethin' load of poodoo, Nate slammed his knee up into the guards gut, before wrenching the rifle out of his hands and blasting the other four, the last guard shot him, the bolt searing his neck. "You really need to learn how to shoot that" he sent his rifle hurtling into the guards face, 'boomerang style'. With , he steppe over the corpses and pushed open the door, seeing that the room was empty, and there it was, all of their gear, all of it. "Time to dish it back out,"

 

[Tyr'Vult]

Objective: 4- Obtain food for rebels and TKO members
Location: Rolling plains
Allies: TKO, Rebels, and Ranchers
Post: 2/20

The hunt was on and in the Tel'varn way. Hunt to provide food for the hungry. Hunt to provide hide for clothes. Hunt to live. Hunt to survive. It was the way that Tirn had intended for hunters to be. To provide for others by putting themselves in dangers way. It was also the charge he gave to warriors to provide security for the people by dealing with the dangers. Tyr wasn't here to be a warrior though. He was here as a hunter, and that is how he liked it. The Tel'varn did not need warriors often and hadn't for some time..... although he was beginning to think perhaps that was not a good thing. These star children were aware of their existence now as well as they of them. One day war might be brought back to the skies and lands of Tel'erra and Tirn would call them to take up arms in their own defense, but would they be ready for such a thing?

Tyr shook the thought out of his head. The Weave would provide the answers when they needed to be provided. He needed to focus now on the hunt. Children starved while their elders fought, and that was something that should not be allowed. He walked over to Lyk and pulled himself up onto the large vult's back. He held onto his carbine while holding his slightly annoyed mount with his legs. He said as he scratched Lyk behind one of his ears, " Let us go brother. I know you do not like this, but you are faster than I. Run like the wind, track the scent, and let us bring down our prey. We are hunters and there are children to feed." He scratched once more and the vult shook his head. He made a sound of mild rebellion then got moving. Lyk was a trickster, but he was kind at heart. He didn't like the idea of children going hungry any more than Tyr did.

 

[Ula Kaddo]

Objective 1
Location: Detention Center; Cell Block 4; Sarne's Palace
Allies: [member="Tilzi"] [member="Ria Misrani"] [member="Naamah Aesham"] [member="Bexel"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]

She heard the shout to get back from the doors faintly over the din over everyone screaming to be let out. The energy field buzzed then the dim film of blue lifted from her vision and she could see the true colors of the dull hallways of the cell block. She tossed the dogtags and bracelet back to ...Dogtags and Bracelet before she trotted down to where the prisoners were congregating around a weapons locker.

The crazy looking girl with the bright hair and the weird facepaint mentioned something about her friends bombing the place and Ula shrugged as she grabbed a stun baton.

"Sounds like a plan, lead on."

They were making a run for it when the painted lady grabbed an unlucky guard and introduced his face to the wall in rapid succession. Apparently, the GenTech folks had simply not gotten to beating the junk out of Ula yet and she didn't begrudge these folks a bit of their retribution.

The guard dispatched, the group followed the hallway to the armory and with a little finagling of the security overrides, they found themselves in the presence of plenty of arms as well as their personal effects. Ula blew out a happy huff, as she shouldered her pack and strapped her throwing knives to her thigh in their quick draw sheath.

DL-44 in hand and reunited with all of her worldly possessions, she made for the door, peering down the hall. The screaming siren wasn't promising, as footsteps thundered with it. The first body to come around the corner got a bolt to the chest and Ula shouted back to her newly found compatriots.

"We've got company."

 

[Naamah Aesham]

(3)
Location: Detention area
Objective: Prison Break!


In short, pandaemonium had broken out. Someone seemed to have mucked with the security systems, so now the droids and turrets were firing upon any guard that came within their sights. Rebels were mowing down goons, a Nightsister had smashed a guard's skull against a wall. All in all, things were terribly violent.


Naamah concluded that her disguise might be a bit disadvantageous since the turrets took shots at her as well! While she tried to avoid getting shot and made her daring escape, she ran into a group of Gentech stormtroopers who seemed to have been deployed as reinforcements. Ah, well, that was annoying!


"Where do you think you're going, soldier?!" Their apparent leader, who seemed to fit the stereotypical depiction of a commissar, barked. Naturally he had a goatee and a commissar cap. As if to make it clear he was a card-carrying villain. "Stand and fight!"


"The rebel scum has taken over the security systems, sir!" Naamah or rather the faux guard, who presently looked like a female Weequay and was wearing a nice black uniform, replied, trying to sound suitably intimidated. "Most of our boys are KIA."


The officer waved her objections aside as if they were buzzing insects and roughly grabbed her by the shoulder. "Gentech expects every employee to do their duty. Reinforcements are incoming. All rebels must be shot on sight." Well, this was inspiring.


"Y-yes, sir!"


The troopers quickly fanned out, and soon happened upon rebellious droids and organic rebels. Naamah was terribly heroic by firing off some shots at machines and hanging back. More Gentech troopers were being poured into the corridor, but cries of pain were heard when some were cut down by blasterfire. Droids were blown up with grenades and ion bolts.


Then suddenly Naamah made her move from the rear. Discrete telekinetic fingers manipulated a frag grenade one of the soldiers had attached to his belt, activating the deadly ball. Boom. Shrapnel tore through the air with blast and heat, the cries of wounded troopers filled the air. "Traitor!" The officer yelled, but her blaster pistol was out and a flash emanated from its muzzle, putting a soldier down. The officer put her under fire with his blaster rifle. One shot missed her, another was suddenly intercepted by her own bolt. Gun-fu! Then she put him down. Smoke coiled off his chest when he crumpled to the floor.

 

[inactivechar01]

Objective: #2 - "And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids."
Location: Sarne's Palace.
Enemies: TKO; [member="Runi Verin"]; [member="Bryce Bantam"]; @Kimiko; [member="Lok Munin"]; [member="Matthew Robinson"]; [member="3X744"]
'Cast':

Spoiler

• Grez Dogan: Besalisk Male; 42; Operations Manager at Gentech. [Darkfriend]
• Meralya Fuchs: Human Female; 26; Smuggler.
• Dr. Krevayn Mutil: Chalactan Male: 55; Doctor. Researching human augmentation and brainwashing drugs in Sarne's palace's research station.
• Numberous pitfighters. [Future guerrilla fighters for the cult]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhhOU5FUPBE​

Everything was going fine for Grez. Everything. Gathering the best of the gladiators and shipping them off-world to where he was given coordinates to. The weaker were also shipped off but always, it seemed, to different coordinates than the stronger ones.

Culling of the herd.

Only the best for the Cause.

But now all seemed to be going to ruins as those meddling kids of that weird teenage club called 'The Kathol Outback' were here to ruin the efforts of his faith. To doom their work. To bring 'order', to 'liberate'. Hmph. Grez spat on that. The galaxy was long gone and putting epithets to some 'glorious actions' brought nothing good to the galaxy.

The galaxy had to go. That was the only truth.

"<Fuchs, come in.>"

"<What the hell do you want, Grez?>"

"<Find some more Thermex charges.>"

"<You kiddin' right ? I already brought you like more than a dozen.>"

"<Bring in more, I will double your payment."> Grez ordered, he knew well the woman's greedy nature.

<"Deal."> She simply replied over the comm before the channel was shut.

Grez had a brilliant plan, a brilliant plan that fitted his faith.

He put that plan into motion, arming only ten of the weakest gladiators with the Thermex charges beneath their clothes. The charge was big enough to be well hidden underneath clothes and it was destructible enough. Grez planned on using those how naive those 'meddling kids' were against them.

Save them, right. Who will save you?

"Go." That was Grez's only statement as the converts

<"Dr. Mutil? I am coming over to help you leave no trace behind of your works before we evacuate. Or more specifically, before those kids evacuate us as innocents.">

--

From a side exit, perpendicular to where the two forces were fighting, the ten 'innocent' men were fleeing as if in fear. Their hands in the air as they were waving and shouting for help.

Should the KO attempt to help them out, the men would self-explode only when they seemed that most damage could be done. At best 'weather conditions', that would mean somewhere in the heart of their line. If the KO did not help them out, they would still dash as if fleeing towards their positions and detonate at the most convenient and possible time. Would that be early and cost little damage to the KO or late and cost a lot of damage remains to be seen.







​

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Objective: #2
Location: Outskirts of Sarne's Palace
Allies: [member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"] | [member="Kimiko"] | [member="Runi Verin"] | TKO S&R, etc
Enemies: [member="Cronas Plagueborn"] | [member="The Harbinger"] | Gentech forces and "The hoard"

Spoiler

NPC forces
101st TKO S&R “Volunteers” (Company sized peacekeeping force) 100% 55% strength
(6) (2) BCU-JT1 "Jordan Tractor" retrofitted to be combat ambulance’s and shielded transports
*ACS-402 Vehicle Shield Generator
*ACS-406 Remote Operated Weapon System
*QQ-T-05 "Hushaby" Rotary Ion Cannon (retrofitted)

The heat from the RT-1 explosion could be felt even through his armor and great coat. Ordering the remaining three to engage the towers he watched as another of the tractors went up in flames.

"Feth, I said, target the force damned guns, we need to hold this line!"

Though BB's intentions were good he was no General, tactics and such were not his strength. As as the remaining tractors and towers exchanged fire the final reality of his decision to say and fight came to light. Though the crews of the transports fought bravely they all made the ultimate sacrifice in fighting to the last. A seasoned commander would have realized the need to fall back but BB was so determined to prove himself he let that need override better judgment.

"Commander what should we do?" A soldier asked BB as the last transport detonated.

BB was about to order the retreat he should have but spotted ten or so men in tattered prison clothing running toward their line. Making an understandable assumption he believed them to be ex-captives desperate for freedom and was unknowingly about to made what was to be another costly mistake.

"Soldiers, covering fire. We hold till those men are past us then fall back away from those turrets!"

As ordered the loyal men and women of the volunteers held fast. Sending ropes of laser death down range to any who tried to prevent those who presumably longed for freedom from making their lines. In fact, all seemed to be as it should till the universe demonstrated the depths the deprived ones could stoop. As the gault runners entered the S&R lines they completed their missions and detonated amongst those looking to protect them. Soldiers screamed as the blasts ripped into all around them severing limbs and sending deadly sharpnel into the rest. From his position, BB could only watch as his lines were decimated. Watching the confusion set in on the company as his second failure blossomed before his eyes....

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Objective: 1 and 2; find allies and return to them their gear, then go outside and attack the enemy forces from behind
Location: Wardens office, Detention center
Allies: [member="Tilzi"], [member="Ria Misrani"], [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Bexel"]
Enemies: [member="The Harbinger"], [member="Cronas Plagueborn"]
Mood: happy to give an ass whoppin

After grabbing his own gear, he started to pull up what he only added was his allies gear; Ria's utility belt and all of her goodies, Tilzi's energy bow and lightsaber, that type of stuff. He had found a duffle bag and threw all of the things in there, before pulling it over his shoulder and kicking down the door that led down into the other cell blocks. Lugging around about 20 kilograms worth of gear could difficult, especially when your running, swinging a sword around, and just being a beast, so by the time he reached his fellow companions, he was slightly winded.

"Oh there you are!" After dropping his bag, he rushed over and hugged Ria, smiling. "Your public service announcement made it extremely difficult to grab these things," After releasing her, her started pulling out Ther selective gear, he handed [member="Tilzi"] her bow and lightsaber, and then [member="Ria Misrani"] her utility belt and her blaster pistol. Making sure everybody had their things, he tossed the bag aside. "I don't know if you guys completely know what's going on out there, but I can feel the worry in our troops, and in Bryce, I gotta go out there and help him, and I'm going now." He hadn't meant to be rude or the such, but if his best friend was in danger, he was sure as hell about to go help him, no matter what.

Kicking down the doors, he was greeted with a familiar sight; Chaos. Explosions sent pieces of debris all over, showering him in plaster and dust. He saw the cannons and the Gentech line, but couldn't see [member="Bryce Bantam"] anywhere, but then he realized that once he started to send the enemy troops flying through the air, he'd be obvious to all. "Hey! What the hell are you doin here?" He turned, seeing two armed shoulders train their rifles on him. Not wasting anytime, he rushed forward, dodging blaster fire. Reaching up, he took hold of the soldiers rifle, using his pent up anger, he felt the Force fuel him, and he bent the rifle, making it a "u" shape, then slamming his elbow into the soliders face, he sent his Vibro-knife into the others chest, his body crumbling to the floor. Stepping over the corpses, he pulled knife out of the dead soldier's chest and then shouldered his rifle and sent a blaster bolt into one the men who was operating a turret. It was time to play.

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

Objective: #2
Location: Outskirts of Sarne's Palace
Allies: Lok Munin | Matthew Robinson | Kimiko | Runi Verin | TKO S&R, etc
Enemies: Cronas Plagueborn | The Harbinger | Gentech forces and "The hoard"

It happened in a flash...literally. Kimiko had more or less gotten her nerves and terror under control and had been using her new found focus to great effect; moving like a soldier, shooting like one too. The haze the took over her mind was strong, adrenaline fueling motions. It was a high like no other, though she did not enjoy the acts she had taken part in, and would definitely be asking for forgiveness once they all returned home.

Word had been passed to hold their current positions until a newly spotted group of fleeing men ran at them, seemingly for freedom and safety. Kimiko immediately moved to welcome the men before hopefully retreating, or "falling back" as those around her put it. The nearest had just reached them, when the unthinkable happened...

A fellow soldier leaped between her and the man just before a brilliant light filled her vision, incinerating him instantly, and launching her back a good distance until her flight was stopped by the hulk of one of the destroyed transports...and her world went black...

 

[The Great Narrator]

Objective: #2
Location: Gate's of Sarne's Palace
Allies: [member="The Harbinger"] | Gentech and the Slasha Hoard
Enemies: [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"] | [member="Kimiko"] | [member="Runi Verin"] | TKO S&R, etc

Cronas and his remaining hoard were already charging the foolish troopers as the slave bombs went off and in the confusion that ensued they broke the enemy line. In the melee that followed, whole squads were taken down in close quarter combat by the two-meter tall warriors and their genetically enhanced frames. Fueled by Gentech combat stims and their own tribal beliefs they slashed all those before them to pieces with their blades and axes. It was a slaughter, a glorious slaughter and once again Cronas basked in the fury of his soldiers as they cut the very life out of this opposition force.

Finding a lone trooper at his feet, blood stained and afraid he lifted him till the mush shorter man was eye to eye with the hoard alpha. What a weak, pathetic thing, he though. Covered in the stench of fear and failure Cronas stared into the eyes of the man before taking his free hand and placing it on the soldiers head. Slowly he began to squeeze and the soldier let out a pained and gut wrenching scream as his skull was slowly crushed with the alpha's hand. Soon the agony was over when the trooper's skull finally gave and popped like an egg, spewing blood and brain matter all over the ground.

Honoring an old Hoard rutual, and before dropping the now lifeless body, Cronas took a giant bite out of the dead man's exposed brain and relished the taste of his latest victim. It was the blood and soul of his victim he felt, the fear of his last moments that Cronas lived for. Lifting his hand high in the air, and making the sign of victory Chonas shouted to his fellow warriors...

"Feast my brothers! The battle draws ni and victory is ours!"

 

[Zing]

Objective #3
Location: Above the palace
Allies: [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: Gentech air defenses

The battle in the air was going well. Several more enemy capital ships had been severely damaged. Orion had been focusing on the fighters. Any that seemed to be heading down to the palace to help the troops on the ground were his target. If they got down there, the battle could go south for the Outback. However, just as Orion was about to work on killing another group of fighters, his heart sank and he felt a sharp pain in his head. He looked out of the cockpit and down at the palace below. He could feel the pain and screams as the suicide bombers exploded on the Outback forces. "No" Orion knew however that there wasn't really anything he could do. If he left the air battle, it could compromise the plan. They couldn't let any help get to the Gentech forces. Especially not now since it seemed the tide had turned.

Orion, realizing that he was just kinda sitting there staring at the palace, barely avoided incoming fire. After quickly disposing of those fighters, he saw a squad of somewhat larger ships flying down toward the palace. "Bombers." He spoke into his comm. "We got bombers heading toward the palace. I am going to try and take them out but I might need some help!" He then took off after the group of ships, firing furiously.

 

[Elaine Thul]

2/20
Location: Air Base
Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Orion Trex"]
Enemies: Some Bombers incoming

Elaine heard the message loud and clear, bombers where on the way to places. She was between them and the place, this meant one thing, she had to act. S.A.M. batteries a, b and c target them bombers. She then sent message to outback fighters, My sam batteries are about to open fire, keep your distances. As she spoke the first of the rockets where unleashed, they where being brought on target by artillery gunner. They used a joystick to guide it into there intended target, when they close they explode giving off a e.m.p. and shrapnel to take them down. As soon as first lot gone the next lot would be launched, she had time on her side. Also if need be other batteries would fire, she had made sure it was a well protected base.

While she waited for the confirmed kills, she sipped her tea.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Objective: 2; kill all the punks on his front lawn
Location: Gates of Sarne's Palace, behind enemy lines
Allies: [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Kimiko"], [member="Runi Verin"]
Enimies: [member="The Harbinger"], [member="Cronas Plagueborn"]
Mood: glad to kick some ass

He trained his rifle on the eye of one of the "slasha horde" soliders, icing a high, long whistle he put the crosshairs in between his eyes. "Boo." He had already dispatched four of the man-eating horde soliders, and was just getting started, anytime he saw one going to feast on a corpse, he sent a bullet through their ear drum, or their eyes, or, (his favorite) their throats. He knew that once he eliminated the forces leader, all others would fall in the chaos. After sensing a presence behind him, he ducked and spun, sending four shots into his attackers chest, then spotted a fallen TKO solider, a female, with one of those man-eating soliders above her, about to take a bite out of her arm. "Ugh, you sick bastard!" Without more than a glance, he sent a bullet into the monsters head, before turning and force pushing a Gentech solider into his own lines like a battering ram. That female, had familiar aura, one he could not place but he could be sworn it was.... no that would be impossible, [member="Kimiko"] was on the transport ship above, not down here.

Snapping his rifle into its magnetic holster on his back, he pulled out his saber-staff,it's two purple blades humming as he ran, hopping from head to head, slashing here and there, until finally, he found them, the enemies generals; [member="The Harbinger"] and [member="Cronas Plagueborn"]. "HEY! How about you pick on someone your own size? You little pansies!" Not waiting for a reply he charged, jumping over the one who just ate a man's brain, and spun mid-air, swinging his lightsaber at his head before landing, and kicking at the back of his knees to lay him out.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Objective: #2
Location: Outskirts of Sarne's Palace
Allies: [member="Lok Munin"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"] | [member="Kimiko"] | [member="Runi Verin"] | TKO S&R, etc
Enemies: [member="Cronas Plagueborn"] | [member="The Harbinger"] | Gentech forces and "The hoard"

Spoiler

NPC forces
101st TKO S&R “Volunteers” (Company sized peacekeeping force) 100% 35% strength
(6) (2) BCU-JT1 "Jordan Tractor" retrofitted to be combat ambulance’s and shielded transports
*ACS-402 Vehicle Shield Generator
*ACS-406 Remote Operated Weapon System
*QQ-T-05 "Hushaby" Rotary Ion Cannon (retrofitted)

Like a scene ripped out of BB worst nightmares, he watched in stunned disbelief as his troops were slaughtered. The emotions fell heavy like they were crushing his chest and he found it tough to breathe as the seconds past. He felt helpless, hopeless to stop the carnage and was about to run himself when a flash of young Kimiko burst into his mind. He felt her, felt her fear and pain cry out for a second before seeming to go dark. It lit something within the boy, his compassion, and his empathy turned to rage. The emotion that pressed in on his heart suddenly detonated and he could feel a fury unlike any he had experienced ignite.

With only one thought in mind, he leapt from the safety of his position and toward the genetic abominations that now sought to destroy the volunteers. With sabers in hand, he recklessly charged the enemy creatures determined to save whoever else still lived. One person can make a difference, one soul can save many. There were words he lived by, words that defined him, and word that he would die for...

Slugs from the beasts crude weapons now hurled toward Bryce but he paid them little heed. He was in the moment and with a skill unknown to him till now parried and deflect all but a few. Those that found their marks sliced through BB's armor and cut deeply into his left leg and side. Still, he pressed on, allowing the pain to only intensity his fury as he came into point blank range of the beasts. As they attacked BB saw their motions as if in slow motion and sliced three nearly in half before they could even complete their first attack. As their disemboweled bodies feel BB had already moved onto the next pair and with wild slashing movements removed the head of each from their bodies.

The child of peace BB had been was now lost to the pain as he only wanted to end the filth that stood before him. Tears of hate and sorrow ran from BB eyes as he continued the slaughter, cutting another half dozen down like wheat before the farmer's scythe. Death would be the only answer for the fury he felt, either that of his enemy or his own. All would know his pain, feel his sorrow... They would join in his fall while whose he should have help, those who trusted him to lead... had a chance to feel.

This was his penance to them, his price for failure. His life for theirs, a fair trade...

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

864 Years Earlier...

"CR-20 ROLLIN' DOWN THE STRIP!"

0500 Hours
Republic Star Destroyer Sentinel
Under the command of General Sor-Jan Xantha

"CLONE CADETS GONNA TAKE A LITTLE TRIP!"

The four younglings hit the deck at the same time each morning, the same routine as they had on Kamino. Running through the corridors of the star destoyer, making an indoor track to maintain their exercise even while in the dead of space.

"MISSION TOP SECRET, DESTINATION UNKNOWN!"

"Mission Top Secret, Destination Unknown!" the boy echoed back, his voice joined by the other three. They performed as a unit. They moved as a unit. They ran as a unit.

"WE DON'T KNOW IF WE'RE EVEN COMIN' HOME!"

2J987 called cadence, his rhythm and timing the cues that allowed the boys to move in step with one another.

"STAND UP, SHUFFLE UP, BUCKLE TO THE DOOR!"

Their footsteps echoed through the hangar bays as they passed, their blue-on-blue uniforms a stark contrast to the monochromatic attire of their seniors in their Clone Trooper armor.

"JUMP ON OUT AT THE COUNT OF FOUR!"

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Present Day...
Post 3 of 20
Objective 2/4: Be All That You Can Be
Location: Sorbiss Valley (Secret Hangar)

He thought back to those last days of the Republic.

How they'd run through the star destroyer, calling cadence and marching to the drum of a war that had been waged across the stars since before they'd even been cloned. They'd lived a routine, training relentlessly for a moment that came only when the war had been won and the Clone Troopers had turned their weapons on the Jedi. He'd spent his entire life training to fight to faceless hordes of the Separatist droid army and only put that training to use when the enemy he'd faced had been the enemy within.

The young Mandalorian was five kilometers into the jungle, his pace slowed by the growth but continuing at a brisk pace over ground. He had another five to go before he'd reach his destination, which was the finish to warm-up and the start of the actual mission. His legs were numb, his lungs were burning, and the strap from the carbine was sawing through his clothing into his collar bone.

He didn't stop. He wouldn't slow down. He just continued moving, putting one foot in front of the other in the relentless pursuit of a voice he could still hear through the years and memories.

CR-20 rollin' down the strip...

 

[punchsmith]

Location: Detention Center, Cell Block 4; Sarne's Palace
Allies: Tilzi, Nikola Ticon, Bexel ; Kal'Shebbol's Resistance Fighters
Enemies: Gentech // Prison Guards
Objective: #1 // Prison Break
Post II

Dev jumped into action at Ria's words.

And so did everyone else.

Just like that, he was swimming upstream with a sea of convicts barreling forth for the Armory. The crowd was flush against the stairway as they spiraled up to their target floor, and Dev's wrecking crew were ravenous in their pursuit of weaponry.
Shruv was shoulder-to-shoulder at Dev's left, Mor'Te flanking him on the right.

"There's a fresh shipment in that room. I have the invoices to prove it," Shruv offered. "Unless I'm mistaken, they did not even have time to program and assign them. Twenty four BlasTech DL-87s in a crate, if I'm not mistaken. A case or two of frag grenades. Some rudimentary assault armor. With a little luck, the T-21s I delivered two standard weeks ago will also be on hand. With a little luck, we may just be able to mount an escape offensive."

"That's the plan… well, the new one," Dev shot in, maintaining pace to accommodate the crowd behind them. "We were not supposed to be captured. We were supposed to pull a quick smash-and-grab. It was fortuitous, getting caught. We have time to rally a resistance from the inside while our team heads up an assault on the outside."

Mor'e's lekku were pulsing with adrenaline. "So you want I should rally some troops?"

"We're all on the same page, Mor'Te. Do as much damage as you can before you die or go free. I've seen regimes like GenTech. They don't account for raw power."

Mor'Te flashed a sharp grin at his new comrade while they waited for the doors of the Armory to open by whatever fethery Ria and Co had planned.

"In this case, it's sure to come running to them."

"Damn right," Dev agreed and locked forearms with the Twi'Lek, a firm affirmation that they were up to no good.

"Fight now, brodown later." Shruv shouldered her way into the Armory.

It was beautiful. The walls were lined with GenTech issued arms and protection. The shelving units were stocked enough for a small militia -- it made one wonder what GenTech had planned after rounding up dissenters? Dev followed Shruv's lead and angled tight through the path her built frame had allowed him. Without hesitation, his companion reached a rack and turned at her torso with two DL-87s, handles facing Dev.

"Take one, pass em' down," and she went to work. "Take one, pass em' down."

Shruv handed her product out to the newly-formed resistance, who then spread the weaponry amongst those close to the center. Dev handed a DL-87 to Mor'Te and grabbed a T-21 for himself.

"Don't be greedy," snapped Mor'Te.

"Not being greedy, being smart," Dev slung the rifle over his shoulder and took a step onto a chair.

"Alright folks, here's the drill. We're going to do as much damage to this facility as we can, and we're going to reconvene with the KO who will send us elsewhere. This is war. Outside forces have come to your Dominion and insinuated themselves into your homes, your jobs, your families. It's been hard times, I know. But today you say --"

"HANDS UP!"

A small garrison appeared outside the door. Small enough to die a couple deaths, but still formidably armed and without moral compunction.

"...enough."

With that, the resistance opened fire upon the troops. Dev trained a quick but direct shot at the midsection of the squad commander, squeezing the trigger and dropping down off the chair as all hell broke loose and their presence was known.