The Sound Of Iron Shot [Rebels and allies vs Primeval and allies]

[Oddball]

Location: Primeval Military Outpost
Objective: Fight
Allies: [member="Krasnaya Xue"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="stardust"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Blane Nightfall"]
Enemies: [member="Prime"] [member="Kiran Vess"] [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Evan Kenner"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]


"Move Move Move!!" Oddball said as a soundless explosion ripped off right next to him causing another SpecForce marine to blast off into the void in multiple pieces.

"BRING THOSE KARKING MECHS UP!!" Yelling back at a few SpecForce combat engineers Oddball slammed a new energy pack into his AR-47 and bounded over his cover coming into a roll into a small crater that covered him well enough.

Though the battle was soundless out in the vacuum of space Oddball's advanced heads up display tracked everything that was going on around him, the amount of casualties (five), the stats and locations of the walkers, and even highlighted any enemy troops that were in his direct line of sight. With this information the Dreadguard clone shouldered his weapon and stood from his crater so his upper torso and head were exposed to create a smaller target.

"GET SOME!" He yelled as he ripped soundless bolts into space.

With accurate burst fire he cut down several primeval troopers, one by one their bodies floating up into the black. Continuing to fire bolt after bolt seismic shock began to resonate in his gut until he looked back to the walkers coming into position. He grinned wolfishly and quickly turned back to face the enemy outpost.

"FIRE!!" He said to the mechs and men on the field.

Opening up another salvo of three rockets and sixteen E-web blaster's each the devastating Walker attack started slamming into the outpost raising all manners of hell. Fighters from both sides of the conflict soared above head as laser fire exchanged from them and explosions dotted the sky.

But everything wasn't biscuits and gravy here on the ground, though they had been successful so far they were not without loss. As Oddball pushed up from his crater a heavy invisible force rocked him forcing him to fall on his back, it was as if a speeder freighter had zoomed right past him. With his back on the ground his vision caught the round's intended target, Mech Bravo two. The anti vehicle round pierced the cockpit and scarlet blood shot out the back in large floating globs of blood and shrapnel. The Walker wasn't going up though, it's feet were firmly locked on the ground so all it did was waver back and forth in the vacuum of space.

"Man Down! Tracking shooter!" Oddball's HUD quickly traced the shot to a sniper that was bounding across the roof of the outpost.

Quickly snapping up with razor sharp reflexes the clone opened fire on the shooter putting three in his chest and one in his head at a hundred and fifty meters. Oddball quickly began to push forward with his men diving into his next piece of cover. Today was going to be a long day.

 

[Blane Nightfall]

Blane took cover as soon as they were on the ground, he followed Oddball's orders as he saw few of his brothers being killed, it was not a pleasent look... With all that he didn't mourn but continued with the basics:Take cover, return fire, it was the only way to get close enough to the target.

Moving to the next area of cover, his advance was stopped suddenly as he took a shoot in his left leg. That made him fall on the ground almost instanttly and even roll a bit. It didn't took long to see the soldier that was still trying to kill him, no sooner he stopped rolling than he pulled his DC-17 and shot several times at the enemy soldier, once he thought he's dead, Blane would get up immediately and run to take cover.

Once he was covered by some rocks, he looked at his leg, it wasn't that bad thanks to his armor, he could still run which is good, even if that meant enduring some pain. But now it was time for payback, Blane took a cardinium grenade and threw it where he thought the enemy soldiers are then begun shooting with his AR-47 not even looking if his grenade made any casualities since there was certainly no time for that.
"We can't afford to loose everyone here, If some walkers could go to left or right they would think we want to flank them, then would be the time to move forward faster." He said to Oddball, he wasn't sure if they would bite that, though it was worth trying, because if they don't then they could very well flank them, seemed like a good idea at the moment but he didn't think that much about it.

[member="Oddball"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Krasnaya Xue"] [member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="stardust"] [member="Kiran Vess"] [member="Prime"]

 

[Nero]

Nero didn't know much about the Primeval except that they were a very colorful set of crusaders, which was something that he could admire in of itself. Saeva had a lasting relationship with them and they paid well, which was Nero's only true concern. Personal bonds could be formed later, should it prove useful enough to strengthen any ties to the faction. His days of free labor had long passed thanks to the company he was currently employed to and his fugitive past was wiped out of the system. How it was done was something Nero didn't feel the need to ask.

Awaiting deployment was often a thought-collecting process for Nero. He had time to check his gear, purse weapons, and review plans if [member="Kiran Vess"] had any particular strategies he wanted to roll out. This battle seemed straight forward enough however. Kill the members of the Rebel Alliance. He finally entered the Hangar Bay, moving with brisk steps as he spiraled down the stairs to the floor below. Up ahead he could see his overhead employer grabbing his helmet and moving to stand near the exit. Nero himself was in his usual helmetless armor, a visually modified Saeva suit, painted from jaw to toe in crimson and obsidian. Strapped to his back was a Sniper Rifle, at his hips were two Tomahawks, his right wrist was wrapped with a wrist blaster and the last of his visible weaponry was a Pistol strapped to his chest.

Ambling towards Kiran his gaze moved to the fleet in space. He always admired the giant vessels and firepower that came with them. War was nothing less than beautiful to Nero. His urgency to join the battle was paramount and he even had thoughts of simply stepping over the exit ledge he and Kiran were peering over to descend to the planet below, but of course held back, allowing a brief, mechanical chuckle to sound through his vocabulator. He could exercise patience for the moment.

 

[Juwiela Melec]

"Listen to him. Keep an eye on the ground team." Instead of following after [member="Thane Drexel"] she broke off towards the fleet, recognizing that they needed more support than the other operatives. "I'm going to support the fleet. Straw Hat, you're with me. Wild Turkey and Spirit Fire, you follow. Just like what we pulled the first time. Heavy hitters on top to take out the guns, the rest on the bottom to hit 'em where they're vulnerable. Spirit, you're Wild Turkey's wingmate." That was one possible confusion avoided, and she was confident in the orders she'd given. Now all there was left to do was follow through, something she was more or less looking forward to.

Studying the enemy capital ships she noted they had starfighters, though they weren't being deployed just yet. However, there was one lone fighter ([member="Evan Kenner"]) about. "Watch that lone fighter carefully. Looks like a bogey from here. Wait for them to engage us." No doubt they would in time, once it became obvious just what their target was. All it would take was the starfighters being deployed, and then the real games would begin. That was when this would become more of a chase and less of the unhindered attack run it was beginning as.

"If you see the ground forces getting attacked, Wild Turkey and Spirit Fire, you break off and help them. That's one mistake we won't be making again. I don't want anyone captured." Not after what had happened on Coruscant. No more casualties were needed, and the last thing anyone wanted was another rescue mission turned ugly. Everyone was getting back in one piece under her watch.

The Cathedral-class Battleship was their first target, and with it she deemed something of a change of plans. "Take out their sensors first. See how they like flying blind. It's not as easy as I make it look." Ideally that meant they would have to gain a visual lock in order to determine just where they were being attacked, though with the other ships nearby she knew it was an advantage not to be exploited fully. "Everybody watch yourselves. It's time to give 'em hell." That really was becoming her catchphrase at this point.

[member="Sannika Brynn"], [member="stardust"], [member="Kiran Vess"], [member="Catalys Maijora"]

 

[Xalus]

Location: Primary Asteroid
Objective: Eliminate all Primeval personnel.
Allies: [member="Oddball"] - The Rebel Alliance & Co.
Foes: The Primeval & Co.
Equipment:

Spoiler

• CZ-836 Assault Rifle w/ Silencer
• CZ-835 Machine Pistol
• Czerka Fighting Knife
• Conner APNG3
• Hyperion Beskar'gam
• Mandalorian HSD Collar
• Sentinel-series Utility Belt
• Crushgaunts
• Taozin Amulet

He was an invisible tank, marching quietly behind the ranks upon ranks of Rebel SpecForce Marines. They were good at what they did - creating havoc and surprising the enemy on a moment's notice and destroying as much of their assets as humanly possible in a short span of time. As for the mighty Gen'Dai trailing even further behind them, he was there to ensure they didn't come across too many major problems along the way.

Jedi, Sith, Dark Jedi, whatever it was Xalus could handle it. All it took was a quick alert to the newest target and he'd be on it like white on Corellian rice.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust nodded"understood sharps moving into position "as she said this she moved in behind [member="Thane Drexel"] and popped her neck" alright wild turkey I'm in behind you"sge said as she started already marking targets and getting ready, she then spoke to her astromech"r8 ready proton torpedoes cycle guns so we fire top them bottom "the droid whirred and performed its orders then have it beeped confirming" alright ready to go"she said

 

[Catalys Maijora]

Fleet: x1 Cathedral-class Battleship ; x2 Boar-class Assault Cruisers ; x1 Partisan-class Cruiser ; x4 Gulandi-class Escort Frigates ; x2 Mendacity-class Corvettes

Location: Aboard the Cathedral-class.
Objective: Remind the Rebels of Helska.
Allies: Primeval

Enemies: Insurgents, rebels, revolutionaries, and anyone who votes for a third party


Enemy fire was directed towards the Cathedral-class Battleship. Any other ship would take a heavy beating from that much ion fire, but with its unusually thick armour and heavy redundant shielding, the Cathedral-class was capable of taking immense punishment. Certainly the firepower the enemy threw at them was enough to overwhelm the beast, the first layer shielding fell and an ionized beam disabled the forward turbolasers. Quickly, however, the second layer was already online, defending the warship from any further attacks whilst the first layer began to slowly regenerate.

The Cathedral slowed to a crawl, by all accounts it likely seemed down by the naked eye; sensors could perhaps gather some of the damage but most of it would likely remain jammed. The silent behemoth continued to move alongside its supporting warships, the boars flanked them on either side.

"I want suppressing fire on their ships, now!" His arm shot forward with a flat hand pointing towards the enemy fleet.

Suddenly his task force came to life; turoblasers, massdrivers, and ion cannons all fired in volleys against the enemy fleet. Only the long-range weapons maintained any level of accuracy, the rest could perhaps land a hit with some luck but would mostly spread about chaotically, alerting what remained on the enemy's sensory capability of such attacks.

Turning back to his officers, "I want our fighters ready for launch," he looked to the weapons chief, "unleash our class five payload."

"But--"

"Do it."

Eight warheads launched from the ventral tubes, accelerating below the fleet before arcing up and pointing just head of them at an angle. Two other warheads shot from the fore launchers, aiming directly towards the enemy's position. Anyone would anticipate a warhead to continue soaring towards its target until destroyed or impacting with its target; that is how an enemy vessel defended against such an attack. But not only did these warheads not have to impact with its target, they didn't even need to get in close. The HELIX warheads were a heavy munition similar in size and shape as a capital assault missile, but instead of being packed with explosives the warhead's reactor emitted twenty invisible x-ray beams--each carrying the firepower of a medium turbolaser.

The emitted beams weren't terribly accurate, but they shredded through the asteroids with ease--sending thousands of chunks outward and causing a chain reaction of destructive power within the field. Some of these chunks hurtled towards the large, shielded asteroid where the installation was, smashing into the facility and causing havoc. The rest of the chunks would shoot off in various directions and even if none of the lasers hit their mark against an enemy vessel, it would make it extremely difficult for fighters to navigate safely and most likely force the enemies to throw up their particle shields--if they had them--making warheads and additional fighters impossible to launch, and ion cannons may very well disrupt the particle barriers if fired through.

[member="Oddball"] | [member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Juwiela Melec"] | [member="Krasnaya Xue"] | [member="Evan Kenner"] | [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

Spoiler: OOC

Don't worry for those of you on board the station, just think of it as being shaken--feel free to rp a lot of cosmetic damage for story purposes, but you don't have to put your character in any danger because of it.

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: Arriving at the military outpost
Objective: Ground defense for the Primeval
Allies: [member="Kiran Vess"] [member="Nero"] [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Prime"] [member="Evan Kenner"]
Enemies: [member="Oddball"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="stardust"] [member="Xalus"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Thane Drexel"]
Gear:

Spoiler

Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, no helm or gloves
Sessile Triostaff
Chitin Carbine
Lightsaber
3 Pouches of Blorash Jelly
2 Plasma Eels
The Blade of the Satvas

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Sage Bane's Wyyrlock-Class Star Destroyer happened to be in the vicinity of the Chiloon Rift when the call went out over allied com channels that a military outpost was under attack. The Wrath himself had given the Hands and Voices of the One Sith the directive to assist their Primeval allies whenever possible, so whatever business Sage had in Primeval space could wait. The Wrath's orders always trumped all else. Not only that, but Sage felt inspired to show the Primeval Host Lord Anja Aj'Rou his gratitude for her support in the canyons Ord Mirit against the Galactic Republic. Sage moved to action, quickly suiting up for battle, donning his set of Vonduun Skerr Kerric armor along with a few other pieces of assorted Vong weaponry, such as Plasma Eels and Blorash Jelly.

In constant communication with allied defense coordinators, Sage took a single Sith fighter down through the nebula, precariously navigating through both vast fields of asteroids and clouds of plasma. As he weaved and dipped, cursing a tenacious family of Mynocks that clung to his hull, he mused on the identity of the attackers, assuming them to be Mandalorian, or possibly random pirates. It briefly occurred to him that the attackers might be Rebel Alliance, but their modus operandi seemed to be attacking high profile targets such as the Sith temples they targeted on Coruscant and the tube system on Csilla. Historically, the terrorists seemed to want to make a big splash, and a military outpost in the Chiloon Rift seemed like a ripple comparatively.

As the Sith illusionist neared the surface of the asteroid on which the outpost was located, he received clearance to land. His fighter's wings folded in on itself like a bat as he glided into the outpost's hangar, his faithful Sessile Triostaff surging underneath his biot's masquer in anticipation of impending bloodshed.

 

[Prime]

Objective: Become Active, Kill everyone.
Location: Primeval
Allies: Primeval, Techno Union, One Sith organic and inorganic runtimes.
Enemies: All other organics and inorganic runtimes

The order had come down. Prime was beginning its activation sequence. As was typical for this unit, and to display its full power, it was being transported with other droids from the Techno Union. Namely Hegemonic TA-4 Super droids. The main unit would snake its programming into those droids, changing their functions and thought patterns and giving the prime unit access, control and vision. It wouldn’t try to run all the units, it was merely a droid leader. Snaking through and being the commander, that was where the name Hydra War Droid and designation Prime came from.

Servos were coming online, and the unit slowly started to activate, unfolding from its travel-sleep mode. When this droid was activated, it was given a few basic runtimes. Protect the Techno Union. Protect the Foreman. Protect allied organics. Destroy enemy organics. The trick was before it was activated the last two needed to be given designations and the unit would respond as if it were defending the Techno Union and whoever was on the third runtime, and destroying the fourth runtime.

By default, the fourth run time was Rebels and Dread Guard.

The unit was created for a specific purpose.

Coming online, the droid’s eye turned on as it turned to the soldier. “When is the drop?”

When was it going to be starting to do its very most favorite activity.

If a droid could have a favorite activity. Unlike the ‘iron knight’ of the Protectorate, this droid was written like a machine.

 

[Evan Kenner]

Location: Approximately 50 km out from the Primeval Fleet
Objective: Protect the miners by blowing up pirates
Allies: Primeval and allies
Enemies: Rebels and allies

Evan understood his order to standby, for now, preparing his starfighter to attack. He decided to use his newest toy within the hull of his ship. Grinning, Evan flicked a few switches, activating the Aquila's Nightshadow Hull Coating, making his starfighter become invisible to the naked eye as well as most forms and models of scanners.

"Let's see them handle this...

Deep in Evan's mind, however, he could faintly feel a tug in the back of his mind. This whisper, as faint as a mother's soothing voice comforting her child's, told Evan one of two things.

Deep in your heart, my son, you know you fight for the wrong side in this battle...

And...or...

The Force is strong with your enemy...they will see you, whether you are invisible to mortal eyes or not



Evan frowned, as both options were equally terrifying to him

 

[Oddball]

Location: Primeval Military Outpost
Objective: Float down.
Allies: [member="Krasnaya Xue"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="stardust"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Xalus"]
Enemies: [member="Prime"] [member="Kiran Vess"] [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Evan Kenner"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

As blaster bolts died down from the recent salvo of rockets the primeval outpost was on its last leg, they had done a pretty good job of pounding the place for the last few minutes of the firefight and it was just about to move on to the next objective. But that was until a lone sith fighter had decided to pull into what remained of the outpost, and with how high end that ship looked it was definitely a high priority target. Little did Oddball know it was a dark lord of the sith, and the one that had kept him prisoner along with the rest of the One Sith Friendship Brigade. But that didn't matter, all that mattered that whoever that was they were either really important and powerful, or really full of themselves to think they could make a difference this late in the assault.

"Fire the remaining missiles!! Bring it down!" He said to his mechanized infantry.

If he had any last words to say to [member="Sage Bane"] they would be "slap on a helmet Suzy cause it's about to get drafty." The missiles from the ten meter mechs fired off in brilliant streaks of red that quickly impacted the outpost. Forty missiles hitting the outpost would turn it into a shamble of its former self, would it be space dust? No. But everybody inside was about to experience a lack of necessities like oxygen and power. So as explosions rocked the outpost along all of its sides and main structures Oddball looked at his men, accompanied guests, and of course the hulk that was there on this mission with them.

"Detach and float!" Oddball said as he loaded a new clip into his gun.

Deactivating his magnetic boots the Dreadguard detached from the asteroid and began to float through space. Things like up and down were non existent in space. So they were headed to asteroid "bellow them." As Oddball's thrusters pushed forward they were headed for the communication tower on the asteroid bellow. It was one of their primary objectives and they had to take care of it.

Machines detached and Oddball and crew floated through the void approaching the asteroid that was a good two hundred meters away. It would take a minute to get there and while they would be exposed, especially the mechs but that comm array was a priority one target.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Approaching the Military outpost
Allies: Rebels with color, specifically [member="Oddball"] and crew.
Enemies: Primeval and [member="Sage Bane"] soon enough.
Objective: Ruin. Fight.


Primeval and Rebel forces exchanged fire. One of their walkers went down in a spurt of blood and death- a well placed shot by a skilled sniper brought down one of their more valuable assets. The Mandalorian warrior, was not going to let that one simply slide. He flicked the single-shot mechanism on his rifle, levering the rifle against his shoulder. He took a deep breath, and then let out the air. He wasn't breathing at this point. He was focused. His arm was straight, and the rifle didn't sway. He had been wearing the armor of the Mandalorians for many years, and the heavier weight of the Beskar'kandar made his arms like steel chord- every muscle on his body was pact tightly onto each other- so much that the weight of a rifle barely swayed in his hands. He didn't need to use any fancy HUD software to see the Primeval soldier, hurrying out to defend the outpost in which Mantis and company were attacking. Perhaps he hadn't shaved that morning. Perhaps he said goodbye to his girlfriend. But he was serving evil- willingly, or blissfully ignorant. Preliat narrowed his eyes, and squeezed the trigger.

In the emptiness of space, the red bolt didn't make a sound. In his helmet, it was a mixture of vibrations and what could qualify as sound. The red bolt streaked out his rifle, carrying itself across the void. His target was moving, rifle in one hand, head down, arm up to protect his neck. He was a smart soldier, focused on survival. He was the second man out of the door, the first was about two meters ahead of him. He was sweating beneath his armor, adrenaline and the natural fear of combat made him nervous. But he didn't feel much for very long- the bolt impacted his chest with the same velocity and impact of a truck hitting him. He flew violently to the side. It all happened in an instance. His vital organs, his heart and his lungs, burnt by the plasma. The bolt didn't stop, it went straight through him. Such was the design of the M45 rifle- and it was distinctly a Mandalorian weapon. The soldier behind him doubled back, but was cut down by another deadly accurate shot by the Wolf.

Preliat slid behind an outcrop on the asteroids surface, his crushgaunts wrapped around the pistol grip of his M45. The Wolf was here. The Wolf was prowling. And [member="Sage Bane"] could not see him, but he could feel him- an anger so powerful, a rage as deep as any ocean, pain that molded him like stone to an artist- and if he were a fighting and wise man, he'd know who was on the asteroid with him. Preliat felt the return fire, but didn't stir. They knew where he was- and they were putting rounds down on him hard. But to no real effect- he after all, was behind solid cover. Preliat scooted along the ground, or at least, the ground of the asteroid.


"Made contact with enemy outpost. Engaging."

He popped up, and acquired a new target. The new target was dead before he hit the surface of the asteroid, a large hole where his face used to be. He fell with a gentle thud in the vacuum of space. Preliat slunk back down, as his friends and comrades peppered the area where he was and was previously with more return fire. So for now, Preliat waited.

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: Arriving at the military outpost
Objective: Ground defense for the Primeval
Allies: [member="Kiran Vess"] [member="Nero"] [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Prime"] [member="Evan Kenner"]
Enemies: [member="Oddball"] [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="stardust"] [member="Xalus"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Thane Drexel"]
Primary Engagement: [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Gear:

Spoiler

Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, no helm or gloves
Sessile Triostaff
Chitin Carbine
Lightsaber
3 Pouches of Blorash Jelly
2 Plasma Eels
The Blade of the Satvas

Before the Sith Lord even took one step out of his fighter, the whole hangar rumbled with explosions and falling debris. Chunks of the outpost's roof plummeted down on his fighter, beating on the hull like the drums of war. Sage grabbed a re-breather from the cargo hold of his fighter and strapped it over his face with a snap. His fighter took quite a beating, but he emerged from it unscathed. Once the dust settled, Sage glanced around not only with his low light vision, but with the Force, searching for enemies in the darkness.

He felt the heady chaos of battle as Primeval forces defended their outpost, as well as a distinct hole in the Force, a man-sized void flitting around in space, like a Force-dead hummingbird. None concerned Sage as much as the potent aura of anger and rage that came back to him from somewhere around the surface of the asteroid. It felt like a creature who lived and breathed for destruction in its purest form. Little did he know it was [member="Preliat Mantis"], a man who once had threatened his own Chiss brother. Sage's face cracked into a wide smile. If this war beast wanted a fight, he would not let the challenge go unaccepted.

Klaxons blared in the distance, telling him that there was still power left in a remote part of the outpost. Sage moved fluidly through the darkened remants of the station, following the wailing alarms. Finally, he found in a vestige of the place still standing a large control room which held a flurry of activity. Shouts rang out as technicians scrambled to get systems back on line under the protection of Primeval soldiers. Before they could even ask him for his credentials, with a wave of his hand, Sage quickly commandeered the group of soldiers with a Mind Twist, a powerful suggestion that they serve and protect him as well as their Primeval brethren. Soon, Sage sent out a mental whisper to be carried along on the winds of the nebula, something nice and provocative to taunt the bull into charging.

I believe I've found the only worthy opponent on this blasted asteroid. You can find me deep in the decay of this doomed station.

Oh but when you find me, be sure to pray to the Maker for mercy... because I will show you none.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Objective: Push forward.
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"]
Allies: Lone Wolf.
Location: Da Asteroid.
Gear: Preliat's Armor. M45 rifle. Two-westar 34s. Beskad and Beskar Tomahawk. Supercommando knife on boot. Flamethrower (100%). Jetpack (Operational). Crushgaunts.

The words fell on deaf ears. The touch of the force split like water in a canyon, it simply...moved up and over his mind. He felt no tugging, no provocation by the Sith. He did, however, grow angry. As the Primeval soldiers stopped firing, a squad-sized portion of them broke off to flank him. And as they rounded his cover, confident in their sheer firepower, they were met with a surprise: nothing. That is until, they looked down, and Preliat cut down the six men with six-well placed shots. The Primeval troops still guarding the station watched the red bolts scorch their friends. One of their bodies drifted aimlessly, his body no longer finding purchase on the surface. He drifted aimlessly into the void, away from the light tether of the asteroid's gravity. Preliat stood, stood as they fired at him. A blaster bolt scorched his armor, but the heavy Beskar'kandar armor made him merely feel the impact. He grunted, growled, and launched himself at the entrenched soldiers.

They were cut down. Brutally. Preliat finished off the last by landing on him after floating through the void on his jetpack, and crushed his skull with the crushgaunts he was wearing. It was a sickening sound, and drops of blood floated from the inside of his helmet. Preliat turned to the door that led further into the base, further towards his objective. He took a deep breath, and marched downward. Whoever was waiting for him, he was coming.

"What lousy soldiers you all were."

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: Military outpost
Objective: Ground defense for the Primeval
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Gear:

Spoiler

Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, no helm or gloves
Sessile Triostaff
Chitin Carbine
Lightsaber
3 Pouches of Blorash Jelly
2 Plasma Eels
The Blade of the Satvas
Rebreather

The oddest thing happened when Sage sent out his telepathic taunt. The Dark Sided energy that carried his words parted like a sea around his enemy's mind. Sage wasn't too sure if that meant the creature was resistant to mind tricks or something else, but it was certainly curious. The illusionist had been planning a full assault of mind forms when his target got close enough, but perhaps he would supplement his attack with good old fashioned Vong firepower, at least with this nuisance of an enemy.

Sage felt tumultuous waves of anger radiating from the corridor. His target was close. The Sith Lord drew his Chitin Carbine and gave it a dramatic gun cock before he headed back out into the ruins of the station. Sparks flew overhead as dismantled wiring hung dangerously through the hallway. Electrical fires flared up around the Sith Lord as he continued onward to meet his new dance partner.

When he felt near enough, Sage quickly whispered the ancient incantations, coupled with a complex hand gesture to create an illusionary version of himself, his Doppelganger, wielding an illusionary lightsaber. He sent the red-bladed Doppleganger ahead to confront his foe and ran alongside it. When they reached the towering behemoth of a man, his aura raging like a torrential storm, both Sage and his illusion attacked simultaneously. The Doppelganger rushed ahead, swinging his imaginary blade, as Sage stood back a good distance from the soldier, firing upon his well-armored enemy with his Chitin Carbine.

The illusion was harmless, it's intent only to distract. The dozens of thud bugs that burst from his rifle would fly towards his enemy, living projectiles designed to caused blunt force trauma on impact. If they hit Sage's opponent head on, they would likely knock him askew. Another mental whisper echoed through the ether, attempting to find his opponent's mind, and wriggle its way in.

Will the real Sage Bane please stand up?

 

[Oddball]

Location: Primeval Military Outpost
Objective: Float down.
Allies: [member="Krasnaya Xue"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="stardust"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Xalus"]
Enemies: [member="Prime"] [member="Kiran Vess"] [member="Catalys Maijora"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Evan Kenner"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

"Mantis this is Flea Bite, good hunting." Oddball said through short range comms as he continued to push forward.

If the mandalorian wanted to go kill a sith or whoever just arrived in that bombed out structure, than Oddball wasn't about to stop him. He was going to make sure he wasn't left behind when it was time to evacuate, but the Mando was a big boy and he didn't need to be told what to do. So as Oddball looked down at the incoming asteroid and communication tower that was planted on it he activated his repulsed pack and continued to float through the mass chaos of battle.

"Contact in ten!" He exclaimed as a star fighter zoomed past his squad trailing their target.

Turbo lasers flew past them from capital ships and explosions from doomed star fighters light up in hues of red and orange before quickly being snuffed out by the vacuum of space. Breathing in deeply Oddball looked down as the low gravity of the asteroid began to slowly shake his suit and body. All he could do was watch for not, watch as the ground grew closer and closer. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, count the heartbeats as you fall into another firefight.

"Contact!" Oddball said as he slammed on his thruster pack.

Coming into a roll on a balcony of the tower's upper levels he and four of his squad mate were successful in hitting the small target that would infiltrate, while the rest landed outside the tower along with the mechs. Tumbling in zero Gs until he hit the door, Oddball coughed as he came to a stop and groaned slightly. After taking a moment to breathe a fellow marine helped him up to his feet where he quickly dusted himself off.

"Let's go tear crap up, Rodgers get the door. Stealth clear, radio silence." Oddball said as he lined up against the door of the airlock.

Looking down he could see his men already starting the firefight at the front gates of the tower, by the size of the tower it would be able to reach any part of the Chiloon Rift network. Which was perfect, it just so happened that he no longer had the rockets to take this place so he had to think of another way to skin this cat.

As the door opened Oddball and his team infiltrated the first layer of the airlock, coming through the door it sealed behind them and the front door quickly opened up and they were inside. Immediately coming across a primeval engineer Oddball pulled the trigger of his rifle on the unarmed man killing him instantly. First rule of training in the Dreadguard, never let the mission be compromised. Was it a very good guy thing to do? Nope. But at the end of the day it was his life or theirs, and he had decided to serve a cause as evil as the Primeval's. So with that death out of the way the team quickly moved through the stainless steel halls searching for the control room.

 

[Arva]

Location: Chiloon Rift, the Primeval military outpost
Objective: Repel the Rebel Alliance's attack
Allies: The Primeval and their allies
Enemies: The Rebel Alliance

When the space installment shook with extreme force, Arva was calmly in the quarters he had been assigned when he had landed there, a few days before, reading on his personal datapad some issues of military gear magazines he had to catch up with. Since his turn in the Protectors had ended, he had found himself in charge of an awfull lot of free time between a “job” and another, so he had started to download all the readings he could find to satisfy his unendingly pathological thirst for knowledge. He did not know what to do to fix that aspect of his: he only knew that when he was presented the occasion to know something more about something else, whatever the topic, his guts started itching with the thrill of discovery and the almost phisical need of knowing more.
He had put in those circuits literally a sample of everithing: from the basics in hyperspace phisics to works of ancient Force scholars and phisolophers, both Jetii and Dar'jetii alike, as his brain had lways told him that everithing would have come in handy somewhere in the future. “Because ya never know”, his neurons were used saying, or was his drill-sergeant back in the Protectors' days?
Anyhow, it was that selfsame curiosity that had him put in that peculiar and somewhat fastidious situation of being the less likely of places, surrounded by people dead unlikely to be around him, somewhere that took him so many curses to get to that he almost had forgotten their count. Almost.

It was because of his curiosity that Arva of former Mandalorian clan Dala had accepted to work for The Primeval, to lend them his expertise on the battlefield and with weapons in exchange of opportunities to pursue lost knowledge or forbidden lore as he had had his chance to discover that those frothing, divinity infused madmen were, yes, almost a senseless and sorry bunch of deluded lunies hellbent on fancy stuff like the Dark Side or whatever, but they valued knowledge, they kept it in very high esteem. And so he was there, as part of some unspoken deal: protection in exchange of learning.
A most unusual deal to have a Mandalorian mercenary around, was it not? They fought for money, for weapons, for armor or for glory, all sound and sensible things if a man wanted to keep waging war whilst having a funcioning ship and a full stomach, but not for the lore. Shab, he smiled to himself before being thrown flat on his back when the outpost was hit, the Galaxy was going nuts was it not?

Claxons and sirens started to whine and howl, signalling the arrival of a sudden warhost hellbent on destroying the small installation as the local rally masters, though he was sure they were not called that way, summend their own troops and warriors to counterattack and, perhaps, repell the invading force. Listening to oneof the rallying horns, Arva caught a glimpse of an emergency message stating that pirate of rebellious forces were behind the attack, which marked some sort of turning point in the young Zabracki Mando's chain of thoughts: had they been Republican, Emperiolo or Force meddling factions he would not have bothered involving himself in what had the looks of being an internal regulation affair. Shab, Jetii and Dar'jetii had bashed their respective heads for so long that basically no one on Manda'yaim even cared anymore: it was like on the Galaxy's contants. If those bands of lunies kept clubbering each other, then things were more or less normal.

But, nope, that time there was no internal regulation affair between major potencies, which made things on one hand much more interesting and on the other, perhaps, had less chances of making powerfull enemies which would have shrunk his marketshare for future engagements. Yes, he knew that working for lunies like the Primeval was not of the best bunch of ideas he had had so far, but, hey, that was for intelligence purpose. And intelligence was good; perhaps not as good as the aliit, but it got hell close to be. Besides, intelligence was vital for the survival of the aliit.

After getting back on his feet, Arva went straight to his locker and geared himself up for the upcoming battle, though he had few ideas where to start: hu put on his armor, strapped the jetpack on his back after patting it on the fueltank with a smile, as he was greeting an old friend of his and to wake the tool's warrior spirit, and then tied the slugpistol in a reverse position on his chest since he would have used it with his left hand in order to save precious fractions of a second to draw it, and the longbladed vibroblade on his right hip for the same reason.
Had he got into a melee, which was probable seen his penchant for close quarter combat, he wold have the time to ditch his carbine while still having a weapon ready to draw and defend himself with just for the time he needed to fully engage.

He never had much simpathy for pirates or rebels in general, always thinking that their actions were dishonorable: his clan had taught him to judge people by what they did, not the intentions that drove them since the latter could be forged or simply could not be verified, and he found their conduct to be coward and misguided at least.
He sintonized his comm frequence on the command center's to get his bearings on the assault's onflow as he was heading to the Hangar where his ship was docked and, as the massive blastdoors were sliding on their track, he saw that he was not the only one waiting: a group of what looked like mercenaries like him in very fancy beskar'gam were waiting perched on a ledge like shrills waiting for a prey to pass.
He waved at them as he was pulling his warmask over his face.

“Hey, there! Know where's the melee going to be?”

[member="Nero"]

 

[Thane Drexel]

Objective: Provide Air Support to SpecForce
Location: Half click from Enemy Outpost
Allies: [member="stardust"] (Wingman) / [member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Sannika Brynn"]
Enemies: [member="Evan Kenner"] [member="Catalys Maijora"]

The Saint had excellent handling, even at the speeds Thane was pushing. With collapsible wings, he was able to steer and correct and dodge with lightning quickness and accuracy.

Reports that SpecForce had moved to the Outpost, stationed on another asteroid, would give Thane and Stardust the opportunity to provide cover. And sure as hell, a few interceptors made the wrong turn into Thane view. He pounced on them like a Vornskr on, well whatever they wanted, the racy laser cannons spit hellfire into the cockpit of the first, while a homing missile tagged the tail of another; sending it careening into a space rock. The last one Thane toyed with, chasing it, and forcing it into a bad move which lead to a head on collision with an asteroid.

Thane pulled back for the Outpost and Stardust. "Stardust, eyes peeled, we've. Got company."

 

[Evan Kenner]

"Kenner standing by..."

Evan shuffled in the cockpit of his fighter, growing impatient as he awaited the order to attack. He watched the pirate fighters ([member="Thane Drexel"]) start opening fire on an outpost, his trigger finger getting itchy. He held himself back from stating his restlessness to the commanders. This isn't his father he was speaking to anymore...

[member="Catalys Maijora"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust eyes light up marking targets"rodger wild turkey I see them"she pushed forward towards one that was brave to go by her, she put him in the middle of the reticle and fired her electromagnetic plasma cannons firing top bottom top bottom till she caught it directly in the middle and watxhed it explode "hahagag score one for me" she said nd looked towards the outpost"rodger wild turkey moving in behind you making connection to ground forces for targets"she switched over coms so [member="Oddball"] would hear"this is spirit fire request some tin cans to shoot"

Enemies: primeval and Allies

Allies:rebels and allies