To steal a man's tea (Invasions of Atrisia)

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Kitt Solo"], @[member="Bellalika"], @[member="Aditya Amadis"]
Heading up to the roof of the Imperial Tower
Objective: Action! Process Bella!

Moira had been performing advanced calculations in the bunker. Quantum tunneling and teleportation were complex subjects after all, but with enough processing power being devoted to them a breakthrough could surely be achieved. Along with pondering nanomachines and whether existence preceded essence or was it the other way round. Also tremendously important surely.

"Yes, flying. No doubt tanks will fly. Forcers can be annoying," she said flatly. A slight tilt of her head to the side as Aditya noticed the virus. Her eyes flashed a menacing crimson. "Fix it." Moira was about to lend her expertise to killing it when she noticed what was taking place on the roof on one of the computer screens. Bella and Kitt were not alone there, rather stormtroopers were posted to guard the flak and she had cameras. Without missing a beat she acted, sending the message through her own transmitter rather than using potentially compromised communications in the bunker.

Hostile on the roof. Agent in freefall, dispatch medical, transmitting. Secure the exits, deploy and terminate. I will direct this personally, the latter line was added for no logical reason really, but sometimes Moira had a liking for dramatic lines. Even as she did so she grabbed the boltgun and the scatter gun she had kept on her desk and rushed out of the bunker, stormtroopers and technicians and aides giving her a wide berth as she rushed out with superhuman speed, her swift steps heading upward towards the roof of the Tower.

Moira's thoughts upon this little incident were quite clear: Action at last! Murder of organics! End of the boring tedium that had kept her with nothing to do.

Moreover, she had an inkling that she might get to process someone...

 

[Tricia Kalamack]

Imperial Tower
Objective: Mass Destruction
@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Tricia watched the woman fly around just like a rag doll with the attacks, the tower was in sight now as its anti air came near her and she held the shields up as their bodies took the flak and she could see them tearing. The shields wouldn't hold up much longer while she shot up higher into the air and worked on thinking about what to do. She could just play the long game and hope they wore each other down but that could be bothersome as she searched around with the force and with her eyes. The fringe drop ships were coming while the ships in orbit and fighting di their jobs. whoever else was coming to the tower should have started making their way but it seemed they were running late.

Tricia moved more of them into the path of the flak and laser from anti air and even some pop shots from the division below while she ground her teeth in agitation. Whatever the Yun-Harla had planned was becoming something only feasible in the small term. Tricia then saw the detonators, shots and could feel the intent while she threw what remained with a force blast into the path. It wasn't enough and she didn't have her shields raised with the force as the explosions came. The impact she could feel in her teeth again while she flew back and screamed. There had to be a way to get offensive while she plummeted down towards the ground and grunted pushing the force under her to land.

The impact still came and Tricia just felt soreness, her body wasn't failing but her bones were weaker, the problem of being twenty six thousand was eventually your body did need to rest and stop. It left her pounding the ground for a moment before and popped her neck and felt the vein in her forehead pulsing. It a look up into the air where Siobhan was from the feeling Tricia stood up in the crater and spit some blood while she focused. Then her head snapped up and she heard several of the fringe forces coming while she looked back at the pair of Akure tanks and an idea came to her while she spoke to the men who came standing next to her.

"Where are your drop ships?" The men spoke taking in the sight of the injured master as he spoke with a grin. "A ways back, we landed away from the anti air." Tricia thought about it for a moment and looked at the other things coming as her from the fringe forces. Several Laptus[url] were moving forward as she let out a shuddering breath and pushed her hands together. Her energy flowing and pushing into her muscles while she reached into the pit of emotions to fuel herself, halfway between serenity and rage while she turned back towards the tower and rose the force pulsing out around her in a wave until it solidified and crushed into the ground. "Have them join us in the air."

She didn't wait for his response she expected him to do as commanded and popped her neck making sure the armored suits were more then ready. She didn't want to destroy and grip one object she wanted them all and the only way to do that was to crash all of it, to pull and rend the earth from the planet while a disc of compressed earth formed under their feet and Tricia knew her eyes were dilated from the energy. The silk cloths she had gotten from Val'ryss and that had been created in the dark forge fueling her emotional state until she shouted. "Hold on" Then she moved it as the tanks leveled towards the tower. "Fire." The seismic charges fired from the quadruple launchers while Tricia threw it all. Her small unit of two tanks and three battle armors. The ten soldiers she could guide with the rest once the time came.

That was the trick though as Tricia went up higher and gave a nod as the three armored soldiers held the [url=http://starwarsrp.net/topic/11486-bti-hbc-the-ravager/]ravagers at the ready. Massive and powerful cannons designed for one purpose and that was punching through things. Like tower anti air or from above armored divisions. The ten soldiers looked at her as the dirt fell away and the tanks were vacated. Their job done. The charges had been shot, now they were just projectiles and bomb that could be detonated in the center of the division. "Everyone stand ready your flying onto that roof, when your in range let loose with the harbringers is that understood?"

Tricia screamed letting all mental shields down and put all of her energy into her telekinetic grip on the group around her. She flipped in air throwing them into the air high as they started opening fire and she could feel herself becoming lightheaded. The tanks going off with the armored soldiers and letting an aerial volley while the drop ships came. She flew forward using the two of them as a semi shield before spinning and throwing them at the tower as well. It needed to be taken down and with the taste of blood in her mouth and the warmness coming from her nose she looked on towards Siobhan to see what she was going to do. The urge to follow up came but she was tired and right now needed to focus on flying more then trying to be fancy.

Still the idea of testing her again came as she sent out a small mental assault barely a fraction as strong as the first but something that might be like a gnat... Distracting at the right moment to mess everything up. She remembered what her jedi master had told her long ago. "Tricia this is the day the student will look on the sum of his or her work and realize that all of it can become poodoo in an instant if they mess up in that one moment." The master just focused drawing on her experience and training to solidify her will while pushing the force into herself. She still couldn't heal but she could defend her body while she flew around in semi random patterns deflecting at the flak.

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[Akio Kahoshi]

Imperial Palace Safe Room
Objective: Monitor the battle

From deep within the Palace Akio continued to monitor the battle. So far it had been a slow battle, save for a pair for Force users making a mess of things outside the Imperial Tower and some minor incident in one the outer towers of the Palace. Both simply more proof of why Force users were dangerous and needed to be properly controlled. He wondered of Master @[member="Tirdarius"] was available, as the man's abilities would certainly be useful in the current battle. The Fringe did not seem to have much in the way of military forces, but their uncontrolled Force users a menace to everyone in the Galaxy.

Opening his helmet for a moment, Akio took a long sip of steaming tea that had been prepared for him. Setting the tea down he returned to his study of the troop movements in the helmet's HUD. Part of him wanted to tap his fan against himself in thought as had grown the habit, but given its cultural significance it had been placed into a safe built into the wall behind him during the battle. It annoyed him that part of him actually missed the silly looking fan.

"Admiral," Akio said activating a com channel to @[member="Cyrus Tregessar"], "How are things proceeding in space?"

 

[James Mathison]

James had been in the shadows behind his employer and leader @[member="Akio Kahoshi"], the enemy was all about the skies of the Empire's homeworld. Stepping into the light, he spoke softly, My liege, do you have a target for me?
James wore his typical white cloak, armor and red sash, along with his hood drawn over his head, his weapons were visible all over his person. Vibrosword on his left hip, throwing knives across his chest, shoulder and waist. Unseen, hidden within his vambraces, were a pair of vibroknives on spring loaded extenders for easy retrieval during combat. Across his lower back rested another vbroblade, nestled in its sheath. James was a hired blade among the Empire Corps, but served the Emperor directly, taking no orders other than his rulers.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Imperial Tower
Objective: Mass Destruction
@Tricia Kalamack

The sky was lit up by the intense hailstorm produced by the a-a tanks that had been stationed around the Tower, along with that incoming from the a-a guns stationed upon its roof. Siobhan grit her teeth, amplifying her speed as she began to swoop down from her position on high, seeking to dodge the heavy fire lest it shoot her way, intending to finish Tricia off as the dark master went on her long and hopefully painful descent to the ground, her fall of such force that it blasted a sizeable crater into the ground.

The battle was taking its toll on Siobhan, one could not keep up a fight like that without draining energy, but her powers still fuelled her and the sigil of hope that she wore around her neck, a gift from certain Jedi friends, gave her the boost of energy she needed. She grit her teeth as pain shot through her, sinking deeper into the Force as she willed herself to blot it out, steeling herself and focusing upon her opponent down on the ground. Then suddenly she heard the roar of engines, heralding the arrival of the Fringe tanks and mobile battle suits, shadows upon the ground heralded that of dropships. A deafening sound resounded across the land as the launchers unleashed their seismic charges and Siobhan spun, drawing upon the Force and thus momentarily letting her target go as she pulled up higher to evade, the shots going for the Tower. She had no time to assess how much damage it might have taken. Two tanks, three armoured suits and ten soldiers were pulled into the air and sent flying by the telekinetic prowess of Tricia, who herself took up into the sky.

However, Siobhan was not alone on the battlefield. An armoured division was guarding the Tower and they faced its vanguard. Some Walkers were struck and blasted to scrape as the seismic charges hit home, wiped out, but enough still stood there. The AT-ATs and AT-Sts could not aim straight up to hit the improvised projectiles, but they could aim up at an angle that was sufficient and so their heavy cannons opened fire, blasting at the tanks that had been turned into flying bombs and artillery stations, joined by the hailstorm of laser fire and missiles fired from the a-a tanks and guns. Siobhan dodged as one of the dropships came shooting her way, managing to evade and riding out the shockwave as it smashed towards the Tower, perhaps the a-a guns would intercept and blast it, perhaps not. She gathered her powers, seeking to exert her telekinetic will, letting the force flow through her and strengthen as the sky was turned into a free for all, fire at will zone, cannons thundered and volleys of laser fire streaked through the air, the Imperials bringing their impressive firepower to the forefront, when the mental assault was unleashed upon her.

To be sure it was weaker than the first one that had been unleashed upon her, but she was still in significant pain, trying to focus her powers and thus it came at a distracting moment, not to mention her lack of training when it came to dealing with assaults like that. So she reeled under the assault, her head feeling like it was spinning out of control as an invisible hammer seemed to hit her head with great force and when she sought to concentrate and focus her powers eluded her grasp. Dizzy and losing control she felt herselt getting pulled to the ground as gravity took over and in this moment an Azure tank came racing through the air, apparently flying towards her, with the powerful launcher about to fire. What brought her back to reality was the sound of the powerful cannon of an At-At firing, hitting one of the armoured suits. Enraged she pushed back against the assault upon her mind, her rage taking over and seizing over, wrapping itself around her like a cloak before she violently directed it outward with an animalistic sounding battle cry. Siobhan could not return the strike by attacking the mind of Tricia, for she was not a mentalist by any stretch of the imagination, but when being attacked her instinct was to lash out with full force and so lash out she did.

Eyes seemingly ablaze with fury, with her lips bloodied, she harnessed the Force, its energies bending to her will, and with a violent shove of her flesh and blood hand she violently directed the power outward, unleashing a tidal wave of telekinetic energy that created rapidly expanding ripples as the energy shot through the air with the force meant to tear down buildings and slammed into the vehicles and soldiers that had been meant to serve as improvised projectiles even as they fired their cannons and energy weapons, the seismic charges and missiles being caught in the blast caused her powers and pushed back towards them so that they might detonate to deadly and destructive effect, the air being twisted into strange shapes as the telekinetic energies tore through it. Exerting her powers to remain still in the sky Siobhan focused her will upon the incoming vehicles, the telekinetic energies deflecting them towards the ground, also bringing them closer into the range of Imperial guns as they were hurled back down like puppets to hit the ground or be thrown towards Tricia, Siobhan using their own momentum against them as she sent a tidal wave of energy crashing into them. The shockwave made trees shake and splinter as the repulse was unleashed. While this happened the Imperial units were firing, blasting away at them. To be sure at the altitude and speed it might be difficult for the Walkers to accurately hit them, but they could bring an overwhelmning volley to the front. With a gesture of her hand Siobhan seized one of the tanks and hurled it through the air, smashing it into a dropship, the impact blossoming into a beautiful explosion, the sky being lit up as the fire raged and pieces of debris rained down upon the ground, an armoured personnel carrier being struck and destroyed, debris flying through the air.

 

[Antera]

Jar'Kai Airspace​

Objective: Intercept Fringe Armor!​

Somarae banked hard, following the network of roads through Jar'Kai after crippling another Fringe dropship. She'd expended about half of her rocket supply, but thankfully her gunner had been tagging plenty of targets with the nose-mounted repeating blaster and wingtip anti vehicle lasers. She was preparing to report status to the Imperial Tower when the line suddenly began to cut in and out.

"Gundark 225 to Tower. Last transmission unclear, please repeat."

Clipped words and static. The line wasn't dead, but something wasn't right either.

What is going on in there?

She shook her head, opening up general comms with her immediate flight, "Gundark 225 to local craft, Tower comms are currently unreliable. Attack on own initiative and keep to your grids. Continue to focus on hostile armor and landing craft. We cannot let them approach any closer."

Various replies snapped back quickly. Somarae felt her nerves tensing, sweat slick between her palms and the gloves of her flightsuit. She banked hard at the sudden urging of the force, narrowly avoiding a collision with falling debris, mixing wreckage of a Fringe dropship and the Naginata that had shot it down but been damaged beyond flight capability in the process. She was forced to climb to continue, skimming over rooftops as the wreckage burst into flame on impact below. From her new vantage point higher in the air, she could see an advancing column of the Fringe's artillery tanks, making their way to support the advance on the Imperial Tower.

"Weapons ready, Oren. We're going in hot."

"Targets on scope, ready when you are," her gunner replied. Somarae threw the throttle forward and opened fire with another barrage of rockets as she skimmed over the more vulnerable tops of the armored vehicles, Oren opening fire with the Hell Hawk's cannons as they made their run.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Starship Astral Horizon -- Approaching Imperial Palace
@[member="Jared Ovmar"] @[member="Akio Kahoshi"] @[member="Ahani Najwa-Keth"] @[member="Circe Savan"] @[member="Rexus Drath"] @[member="JerrickShado"]

On the bridge of one of the galaxy's largest and most powerful warships, Ashin found herself more than a little sad. "This was not how it was supposed to go," she said quietly to Lord Ovmar. "I blame myself, of course. I would never have used Phu to hit Atrisia, but by taking it, I made an opportunity for others. One of whom married me. Valdier will never speak to me again -- and she was a useful friend and ally, however poorly Kahoshi treated us. Fething Unknown Regions keeping me away. Grow you may have, but give you an inch and you'll take a mile. Not that I can blame you. You see only a prickly and vulnerable neighbour with possessions worth taking.

"If Spencer wasn't here with the Chimaera, I doubt I'd be here at all. But it'll be a cold day in Hell before I let her go to war without lending a hand. Friendships or no friendships, promises or no promises, however I feel about this move, my wife comes first, above all. So let's bring this to an end.

"Kahoshi is, above all, a man of centralization, even more than I was as Empress. Our Ranger transceiver strongly indicates that most if not all commands going out system-wide originate at the Palace itself, and the Palace is the definition of hard target. The planetary shields may be down, but the Palace's shields are strong enough to deflect any bombardment. He means for us to have to go through on foot, against what scanners tell us are ten thousand troops. We can't land this beast, and our troopships are vulnerable to his anti-air. We'll have to use flak to create a zone of denial some distance from the Palace, in the plains, and approach through the mountain pass that the Emperor's Own Legion is holding. Ten thousand men, on home ground, dug in.

"We have six thousand troops, twelve Malos gunships, twelve Dreadhawk gunships, six Detryte bombers, five SMP command walkers, fifty SAP support walkers, and twenty Akure-class parabolic artillery tanks, plus a very large fighter screen. It might, and I emphasize might, be enough. I have no wish to steal your thunder or take credit for this event, Ovmar. Rest assured that I'll be on the front lines, not watching over your shoulder.

"But do you know what my ideal outcome would be, Ovmar?" she said absently, as the Astral Horizon shuddered around her. "A surrender, and a merger. The Sith Empire has had its day. A Galactic Empire, one that somehow acquires a sense of proportion and balance, could be something grand. Within reasonable limits, I could even see Kahoshi doing well on a combined throne, but first he and his structures and preconceptions would need to be humbled. What a scene that would be," she chuckled, eyes bleak. "We breach his throne room and tell him 'Here, have an extra throne. We conquered you to exalt you.' But those are dreams. Except for the surrender part. I intend to ensure that personally, rather than wreck the solar system."

The immense starship began to disgorge starfighters, dropships, and landing barges, aiming to create a beachhead on the plains, on the other side of the mountain pass from the Imperial Palace and out of range of the heaviest Imperial ground defenses. The Astral Horizon's guns began dealing with whatever guarded the plains. Ashin would join them, and soon.

 

[Shinju]

IMPERIAL PALACE
OBJECTIVE: HAVE FUN
@[member="Ahani Najwa-Keth"] @[member="JerrickShado"] @[member="Rexus Drath"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"]

Shinju looked at the woman as she spoke and sat there in the room. There was a small raising of her eyebrow as she wondered "Huh?" To her words but the girl was talking crazy and she had no idea what was going on right now. There was plenty of good and plenty of bad in being here at the palace the most of which was... She really had no goal just wreck things and have fun doing it... Though maiming would be more fun but the Yun-Harla's orders were in her mind. No killing or eating without need to... This qualified as a need to kill she imagined since her or them but while she stood up and brushed herself off a grin played on her face. She took in the woman more while letting the swords on her back come loose.

The weight of them familiar while she let the enjoyment of possibly fighting come to her. She could feel the force in her muscles and feel it all coming into place. Hell the feeling from the blades while she opened herself up to all the emotions in the area was wonderful just something she could drink in and push into her muscles. The feeling was not somethign she wanted to lose or give up but oh fighting would replace it with new ones. "Well it looks like a fun time ahead as I make you scream my name."

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Communications on the fritz meant death to any cohesive defensive effort and Aditya brushed the hair away from her face as her fingers flew across keyboards and she barked at the technical teams she had giving assistance. "Lock that protocol! Find where that chain originated! Reboot central command!"

One by one the communications channels of the Galactic Empire went from red to yellow to green. She had fighter squadrons calling for orders, ground troops waiting behind baricades, and the sounds of wanton destruction happening outside the Tower itself. As each group checked in, Aditya yelled in glee. It was working! That's when she noticed the black flecks spewing out of @[member="Ashin Varanin"]'s ship. "Emperor @[member="Akio Kahoshi"] the Fringe are dropping ships like confetti! Our comms fritzed but I've dealt with the saboteur. Amadis Out." She sat back, gulping and running her hands together for friction.

"@[member="Taiden Keth"], drop ships are imminent in your location, repeat, drop ships are zeroing in."

"@[member="Somarae"] Commas are online. Multiple gunships, fighters and drop ships are jetting down. Watch your Six."

"@[member="Moira Skaldi"], the enemy's dropping on us like hail in winter. Those gunners working yet?" The Tower gunnery would be a key strategic position in the conflict at hand. Aditya patched through to her Imperial Shipworks troops and sent 10 of their fast new battle tanks to destroy the coming enemy line.

Thank goodness she got the communication virus dealt with, only a few scant lines fuzzing out then hitting back to yellow.

 

[Belle Morte]

ignore

 

[Kitt Solo]

Imperial Tower
Mission: Stay alive against a cyborg and stop guns from shooting down fringe buddies

@[member="Moira Skaldi"]

Whelp, that Zeltron woman went down faster than a sack of sweet potatoes falling off the droid cart at the Corellian market. Breathing heavily, she made it to the other side of an encased generator on the roof, staying out of site. Blaster fire hit around the area where she took cover. Moving quickly, she slid one of the roof panels open, where she hid a weapon's cache from her under-cover work. Taking out an assault canon, she balanced it on her bony-shoulder and used the top of the generator for some leverage.

“Fire in the hole,” lips murmured beneath the scarlet mask that was beneath the sealed mask she wore over her face, a little disappointed there wasn’t a live-video feed about to catch this epic moment. Well, one she didn’t know about it. Finger squeezed down on the trigger. The rocket shot-out and exploded above the imperials on the roof, a pink gas spreading and settling on everyone and everything in the area. It was a rocket filled with the substance of lix rounds. (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/2031-lix-rounds/?hl=jorus)

Kitt frowned. Hmph. Forgot that was loaded up. Any of the storm troopers not masked quickly began making oogly-eyes at their cohorts, dropping their weapons and heading over for a hopeful make-out session.

“Whelp, this could get awkward.” Balancing the rocket-launcher on the roof, she young bounty-hunter in-training scrambled to reload the launcher, hoping she had something more useful stashed in her cache.

 

[Garza]

Apparently the battle had been waging a very long time. Not only did I happen to sleep though most of it, but did I find out that they were attacking near me. A few men busted down the door to the room I was sleeping in the palace. As part of the inquisition, I was given a room in a far corner. I was waking up when men barged in the room. They were not our own, wearing armor not of the Empire. With the force my sword came to my hand, and lunging at them, my left hand slammed into the visor of the first man, and stabbed the second. Using the force I yanked on a third and launched him to smash through the wall behind me. My sword was like lightning as it went across throats and stabbed in armpits. Cutting through some of the weaker armor, I finally killed the team of seven. Running back I put on my Dove suit in record time of a minute, and then walked out as I covered my mouth.

Coming round a corner, I smiled as I saw another group. Grabbing a chandelier above them I broke the chain holding it with the force, and let it crash down smashing four of them. and with a quick dash I dispatched the other two with a swipe of my blade and slamming the man's head down on the ground. crushing his skull entirely. I then continued to look around in the large room when a woman with fiery red hair jumped down with her helm engauging. Smiling I ran after her. Only to hear her speak. Landing down behind the woman without a sound I spoke.

"Looks like we have more that simple soldiers coming into the palace."
@[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"], @[member="Ahani Najwa-Keth"]

 

[Moira Skaldi]

Imperial Tower
Mission: Exterminate! Exterminate! * best Dalek tone *
@[member="Kitt Solo"]
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/3179-mk-i-omega-boltgun-special-ammunition/?p=59085

By now Moira had reached the roof, moving swiftly, boltgun in hand, wielding the heavy, bulky gun like it weighed nothing to her. She had ascended the roof just in time to see the pink gas spread across and seemingly engulf everyone. The thing about stormtroopers was that all of them would have had a helmet on in a combat situation since it served a useful function. Like protecting against getting shrapnel, getting a round in the face or gas. Ergo rather than having an intense make-out session of the sort that former Exarch Kerrigan would like if there were not so many y chromosomes around, the stormtroopers would be grabbing their blaster rifles and fanned out, searching for the attacker, blaster rifles ready, intense blaster fire peppering the area where Kitt had hidden, a volley of red laser bolts.

Moira's eyes flared up as she passed through the gas. Whatever warm, fuzzy and erotic feelings it engendered could not affect her. She was a machine, such sensations had been burnt out of her when she had been born again as a construct of metal, bolts and murderous logic. Besides, she had already dealt with working under an oversexed employer!

"Suppressive fire, flush them out. Half of you move to flank her. Protector the generator," as the stormtroopers fired, many of their shots doubtless being blind but hopefully pinning their target down, she leapt into action. One hand enclosed around her Mark One bolter, cold eyes searching and scanning the area as she homed in upon her target, scanning and moving with great speed towards the generator, then leapt into the air, such that the ground seemed to shake as she jumped above the generator. Squeezing the trigger she opened fire upon the bounty hunter, the powerful weapon as it buckshot rounds, one, two, three in all. Each catridge had 120 durasteel pellets which expanded like a traditional shotgun buckshot spray, strong against force-users and deadly at close, with Moira aiming at her opponent's head. In the same motion her flechette pistol was out of her holster and in her free hand, flechette-filled pellets exiting the gun as she aimed for the Fringers' arm.

 

[Kitt Solo]

Imperial Tower
Bring down the roof, hollar
@[member="Moira Skaldi"]

It’s a good thing she was wearing armor and that she was padawan, even an uninspiring one. Hefting the rocket-launcher up, she allowed her back to hit the concrete of the roof behind her, the buckshots sailing above the space she occupied a moment earlier. Even with the armor, she imagined she would see the bruises in the morning, if there was a morning. As soon as she hit the ground, she flung herself into a roll rapidly to the left to gain some distance from the cyborg and picked herself back on her feet. Finger squeezed down on the trigger as she fired at the generator right behind the blond-machine, which was now about 8 meters away.

It was a cryoban bomb (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/8866-jorus-merrills-shotgun-shells/), effective enough to turn the surrounding rooftop and anyone within the immediate radius into a frozen-hothsicle. The next radius would deliver a nasty case of frostbite. The rocket launcher caught some of the pellets and her arm definitely caught one from her earlier drop and roll. She didn’t think about that now, as she scrambled to get clear from the frostbite zone.

If the cold wasn’t enough to deter the frigid robot cragmaloid, woman, her good arm was already pulling off three flash grenades from her belt. She launched them unmercifully at the cyborg and any of those left standing around her. There was only one thought in the young Corellian’s mind. Retreat, retreat, retreat.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

Imperial Tower
Objective: Exterminate!
@[member="Kitt Solo"]
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/3179-mk-i-omega-boltgun-special-ammunition/?p=53576

As Kitt Solo seemed to flee and dodge with a roll Moira landed upon the ground, with great force as the ground seemed to shake under her boots, bringing up her flechette pistol to fire rounds at the bounty-hunter With a practiced move she quickly removed the buckshot magazine and instead loaded one of 30mm x 45 mm explosive bolts. These would explode on impact and had a 2 m casualty zone on impact, up to six metres one could be injured by blast or shrapnel. She moved to take aim so that a hail of lethal rounds might be unleashed but then the cryoban bomb struck as she dashed forward. A powerful cold chill set in as the immediate radius of the roof was frozen, ice spreading across it and engulfing it. Stormtroopers came down with a nasty case of being frozen, dropping down as the ice spread, freezing to death.

Thing was Moira could not freeze to death, not being a simple cyborg but an HRD. As she sought to dash after her quarry she was indeed caught in a thick layer of ice, being rather close to the immediate blast radius, it seemingly spreading and encasing her. A human would have been immobilised and trapped, come down with a serious case of the cold, frostbite was serious business. Moira's stance radiated annoyance and so she brutally punched against the encasement as her seemingly organic fist, in actuality composed of hard durasteel and duraplast, smashed against her imprisonment, along with her leg, the killer droid ramming against it. There was a loud crunch and then the ice burst open, shards of it flying in all directions. Not wasting any time Moira advanced forward, merciless, seemingly unstoppable, traversing the distance with the methodology of a machine constructed to kill.

The three flash grenades were hurled through the air at her and any stormtroopers that might still be in action, by then she had already brought up her boltgun and fired, the weapon barking as two explosive rounds shot out of the magazine towards Kitt, aiming to blast her into chunks of flesh. Flash grenades were not that effective against a droid, a temporary glare set in and Moira's eyes flared as she sought to adjust to the flash, but she was not blinded and so she pressed on, firing the bolter again with another explosive round shooting out. Her free hand plucked a frag grenade free from her belt and, calculating the range and the force needed for the throw even as she ran forward, she tossed it through the air at her enemy.

 

[Kitt Solo]

Fleeing the Tower, like fleeing Mordor

@[member="Moira Skaldi"]

She was like, David facing Goliath, except her non-lethal methods and symbolic slingshot didn’t hold up against the lethal giant for even an inch. A part of her wondered if the cyborg was secretly a sith master, in-disguise. The outlook on the battle was simply, depressing for as competitive as Kitt was.

Luckily, the ice gave her the time she needed to reach the roof’s edge. There was no hesitation in leaping off the edge and into the vastly-drop. Torqueing in the air, she fired the grappling hook, hanging on with her good and non-bleeding out arm. Unfortunately the shots fired from the cyborg hit the roof's edge and kicked up enough shrapnel to fray the rope. Rubble pinged against her armor and helmet on the way down, denting in the metal in some places.

A jolt went through her limb as the line held and snapped her back from becoming a bloody-mess on the ground, below. Then the rope simply gave-up and snapped into a frayed, mess. Somehow, the universe was smiling on Tahira's younger sister. She landed with a thud against the top of an AT-AT.

It was like Life Day.

Rolling off, blaster was in her hand as she pried the hatch open and fired stun rings at the two-man crew inside. Sealing the hatch, she rapidly reversed the controls and pushed the walker into over-drive, away from the tower. Drops of crimson blood began to drip down her armor from the roof-top flechette hit and she felt as though she could smell a freshly, baked apple pie. The one her mom made when she felt guilty about all those times not showing up to those smashball games...

But pie, yeah, that sounded pretty good right about now. Some pie and fried Southern Corellian pickles.

 

[Akio Kahoshi]

Imperial Palace
Objective: Maneuver against the new force

The expected attack force finally began its decent toward the plains below. The terrain gave the Empire a defensive advantage, but the Fringe has vehicles and powerful Force users. That they held the initiative of the offense was another advantage, as the Emperor's Own could only sit and wait if they wished to keep their cover. Gun emplacements turned toward the plains as they waited for the attack to commence.

Akio brought up @[member="Moira Skaldi"]'s com channel, who he knew had taken command of the local armored battlegroup. "Agent Skaldi, redirect part of the armored battlegroup under your control toward the plains where the Fringe forces have landed." It would take time for the Force to move there, but that was fine for now.

@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Moira Skaldi]

Imperial Tower
Objective: Redeploy armoured battlegroup. Terminate!
@[member="Kitt Solo"]
Moira was not a Sith master. Far as she was concerned she was...the future! The future of straight lines, precision, cold logic. Across the stars machines reigning supreme, a Galaxy functioning like clockwork. It would be beautiful...

Ahem, moving on with the plot, for this is a quality post! Moira was dashing across the rooftop, in pursuit of her quarry, unflinching, unyielding even as she saw Kitt leap off the edge towards the AT-AT. Moira could personally understand the urge, she did like to drive them as well after all. Without any hesitation, any trace of emotion or doubt written across her face she followed the woman and jumped high, so very high, the ground shaking as she propelled herself into the air and sped with superhuman agility through it, even as the walker was slowly moving away.

At this moment there was something like a jolt shot through her, the transmission from Emperor @[member="Akio Kahoshi"] coming through. Moira did not waste time with pointless platitudes and assurances that help would be on the way, that was for organics who so liked to talk about this and that, instead she broadcast to the commanding division general. "Execute Case Huangdi. First Brigade deploy to the plains to the palace." Likewise the message of the Fringe's landing would be relayed to @[member="Sera Inkari"]. Electronic communication was so much more efficient. "Titan 7," this the designation of the walker Kit was on, "is rogue. Do not let it escape." She landed with a thud against the top of the walker, for a moment looking unstable and almost falling as the engines of the vehicle were pushed into overdrive, but she held on and pulled herself up.

The hatch was sealed, but she grabbed it with both her hands and in a quick motion brutally tore it open like it was nothing and jumped down, paying the two-man crew no mind, her flechette pistol was out and she fired, aiming for Kitt's leg, while her fist pushed forward to ram itself into her.

Forces being sent as reinforcements:
4000 infantry
3 AT-ATs
12 AT-Sts
70 tanks
275 repulsorlift vehicles
4 Self-Propelled Heavy Artillery
@[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

CIC onboard the Iron Duke
Objective: Engage and disperse the Fringe armada.


Space split open like a pus infected wound, spewing out from the gash in reality a hundred or more ships. Vessels of war of every shape and size, an armada formed with a single purpose: the conquest of Atrisia.

The Lords of the Fringe had arrived.

Aboard the Iron Duke, acting flagship, Vice Admiral Cyrus Tregessar sat in silence. He and Emperor Kahoshi had engaged in an hours long discussion on how best to employ the fleet to defend the capital world. The strategy they had settled on involved not attempting to block the initial invasion attempt. Such an action had a high risk of proving exceptionally costly, and if it failed gave little room to subsequently assist the forces on land. So they would allow the Fringe ships to approach the world, and depend on the will and resolve of the Atrisian soldiers planetside to hold them off.

So while the Fringe dropships and landers disgorged their contents onto the planet below, Cyrus busied himself in arraying his fleet for battle. Rather then attempt to meet the enemy head on, they would attack while they were vulnerable in the middle of landing operations. The goal was relatively simple; separate the escorts from the transports, drive off the former and destroy the latter, then provide direct support to the embattled forces below. But the devil, as they say, is in the details.

The Imperial Fleet began to advance. It was arrayed in standard line of battle formation; fighters up front, followed by frigates, cruisers in the middle and Star Destroyers taking up the rear. Bombers were embedded in the wings of the formation, ready to strike wherever the opportunity presented itself, and the Jun-class Carriers were in reserve, their fighters already having been launched.

The core strength of the Fringe fleet was in their massive battlecrusier, the Astral Horizon. It had no real weaknesses, its lack of fighters made up with an impressive array of anti-fighter weaponry, and it easily had enough turbolasers to vaporize any Star Destroyer in seconds.

So for now, Cyrus had decided to try and avoid it. Focusing everything on destroying it would do nothing to help defend the planet, since in the end it was still only one ship. Instead he would use his key advantage, which was that he had the opportunity to pick when and where he would begin his assault.

The comms panel beeped once before Cyrus hit the key to bring up the message. It was from the Emperor. "How are things proceeding in space?"

"Enemy fleet sighted. Appear to have us outnumbered by some margin and possibly outgunned. I am moving to engage and will be firing momentarily. Good luck planetside."

At extreme range, the fleet stopped. At one command, all the Gyon's organized into a large square, flanked on either side by Star Destoyers.. As one, they began to open fire, targeting transports and invasion-type ships in the Fringe fleet. The rest of the Imperial forces remained in formation, awaiting the response.

@whoeveriscontrollingthefringefleet

 

[Arage Bao]

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The Lord of the Fringe stood next to his Empress, Ashin Veranin. He listened calmly to her words, waiting for the proper moment to answer her sugarcoated accusations. Not that he could blame her; she had been off doing who knows what in the Unknown Regions; while dropping all the responsibilities on him. Well... him and his Master, Spencer Jacobs, her wife. He wondered for a while if it was true what she said, did he only see the Atrisian Empire as a chicken ripe for the plucking? He did not think so; his Master had changed his way of thinking – if only a little. Jared could feel that the Empress had said everything she wanted to say and as such began to talk himself: “You overestimate the amount of control I have over the Fringe, my Empress. While I was not against the invasion personally, it was not I who came up with the idea.”

And that was the truth of it; it had not been his idea. “My Master and your wife was the one proposing the idea. Of course, I supported her in her endeavor. For one, I do not see the Galactic Empire as a simple weak and crumbling state; ready to be taken over.” Jared shifted his stance a little, while regarding the men on the bridge; his family ever since Spencer had taken him with her. “There was a time I was a simple gangbanger, roaming the understreets of Coruscant. That time is over, I assure you. What I see now is an Empire build around the oppression of force sensitives. I do not know Spencer’s reasons for the invasion, but I do know my own. Our sisters and brethren have to be freed, no man or woman should be forced to do things without their consent. Freedom.. freedom, that is what matters in life.”

Then he regarded Ashin again, with a grave look on his face: “The Emperor would never accept a combined throne; it would only cause needless casualties on our own side to attempt such a thing.” His Intel had said that much, the Emperor was a proud man and would never concede being under or equal to anyone -- despite his inferiority to his Empress in all ways. “Even if the Emperor would accept such a thing, it would not last. He would constantly plot your demise, my Empress.”

Jared sighed softly and then continued: “But in the end I am only a servant. I only request you to consider my words. “