Total War | The Confederacy Invasion of Galactic Empire held Tatooine Hex

[Malok]

T O T A L​

W A R​

72 Hours to King's Fall​

En Route to Confederate Space​

Muck yet clung to his boots.

What had begun as a training exercise quickly evolved into a fight for survival. Numerous Confederate personnel had made the trip to Dagobah - by Darth Metus' direction - in order to extend an olive branch to the Galactic Alliance. Together, as allies, they were to play a game of war within the murky depths of Dagobah. The Galactic Empire had other ideas. While the War Games were in their opening phases, the Imperial Warmachine trekked across the stars in order to rain fire down upon their heads. The situation was...admittedly...a mess - but it was one that the Allied Forces quickly sorted out.

In the end, the Galactic Empire retreated and the Vicelord immediately departed from the backwater world. As his vessel sliced through the depths of Hyperspace, he called an emergency meeting of the Viceroyalty. At once, he was greeted with the numerous azure projections of each planetary representative. To them was provided a recounting of the day's "festivities": comm logs, images, and his own testimony of the what transpired. All culminating with a single, furious request of their Vicelord: Total War. This had gone on long enough - the repeated threats to the Confederacy and her allies had been allowed to roam free without check. A response had to be given.

And unanimously, the Viceroyalty agreed.

"Get High Commander [member="Arlox"] on the line. There's work to be done."

Zero Hour​

Aboard the Invisible Hand - En Route to Tatooine​

Operation: King's Fall had come together quickly. Tactically speaking, there was only one target best suited for an initial assault: Tatooine. While, at face value, the desert planet provided minimal resources, its position as a border world made it invaluable to the Confederate strategy. To wrest this world free from the Imperial vicegrip would see a precious foothold established. But, more importantly, it would see a native population free from under the heel of their regime. With a single hand resting behind his back and a datapad in the other, the Vicelord busied himself finalizing the preparations for the battle to come.

Standing within the bustling bridge of the Invisible Hand, the voices of Droid and Organic personnel formed a low symphony as their forces became synchronized. Before them, the stars were as white streaks as they cut a path through Hyperspace, and they were not alone within the swirling depths. Storm Fleet had been gathered together and given its marching orders. Their goals for the day were simple: the ground teams would work to effectively remove the Imperial presence upon Tatooine and to install a working, governmental body to appease the people. Meanwhile, Storm Fleet itself would engage Imperial forces in the air and provide cover to the Landing Craft. And, to that end, Darth Metus' gaze slid over to the bolbous creature seated at the far side of the Bridge.

Mimi the Hutt was what she called herself. A surviving member of Soryk the Hutt's clan that been hunted to near extinction by the Galactic Empire. Reports were hazy on why the Empire had came down so viciously upon the Hutt Clan - but the execution of Soryk himself occurred simultaneously with their conquest of Tatooine. Now, Darth Metus - like most - was not the greatest fan of the Hutt. Their business practices, their language...the way she sloppily devoured a raw tomato while a Droid fanned her hide...But, there was already an infrastructure in place. There were supply lines and income that had been setup by Soryk and would be rejuvenated by the installation of his successor.

It wasn't a perfect solution. Working with the Hutt seldom was. But, in exchange for returning one of Soryk's line to their "rightful" place and granting her the title Viceroy, Mimi agreed to rule under Confederate Law. She was...in essence...the leash around the illicit activities that had plagued the desert world. And for that reason alone did the Sith Lord tolerate her presence upon his ship...For that reason had the Operation seen fit to dedicate an entire Task Force - Windstorm - to see her safely "coronated" (via HoloNet broadcast within the fabled palace of Jabba the Hutt.)

"Like what you see sugah?" came the thick accent of the Hutt. "I see yew a-starin."

"Apologies." he breathed, swallowing back a wave of disgust before turning his attention back to the datapad. Judging by this glance alone, Storm Fleet would be coming upon the desert world within the next sixty minutes.

Claxons Blared.​

The whole of Storm Fleet buzzed as their forces prepared to revert into Realspace. The Vicelord joined the migration of personnel into the Hangar where Landing Craft awaited their boarding. Task Force Hurricane, charged with removing the Imperial ground presence by Force, was now Live. Their target: an Outpost that had become the seat of Imperial power on the ground. Droid starfighters hummed to life and checked their systems all about. Urgent messages blared over the comms - final checks and clearances were being made as the last seconds ticked by. 3...2...1...the Invisible Hand thundered into Realspace, manifesting alongside the Armada of Confederate vessels. The engines of the Landing Craft roared to life immediately as escort fighters, too, took flight.

King's Fall had Begun​

Spoiler: Layout

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Spoiler: OOC

• Invasion Announcement & OOC
• Start Date: 01/30/2018
• End Date: 02/20/2018 (Standard Three Weeks, Unless Otherwise Negotiated)
• If any issues arise, please PM your posting partner first. If a resolution cannot be reached, please contact your faction administration team.
• Wheaton's Law Applies. Have Fun & Enjoy!

Spoiler: Tag

[member="AceReplica"], [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Aithne Charr"], [member="Akabane"], [member=”Alden Kyr’Nau”], [member="Aleksander Miles"], [member="Alistair Myre"], [member="Alyva Terrix"], [member="Anastasia Verd"], [member="Aoker Veru"], [member="Arabella Darkhold"], [member="Aria Lyr"], [member="Arlox"], [member="Ash"], [member="Aurelio Ilyin"], [member="Aut-X"], @Averin An’Arach, [member="Avo"], [member="Aya Clarke"], [member="Azrik"], [member="B1-990"], [member="Ballen-Ist"], @Bartic Myth’rand, [member="BBZ-20"], [member="Ben Mentel"], [member="BX-22222"], [member="BX-24601"], [member="BX-25233"], [member="BX-72967"], [member="BX-73300"], [member="BX-75244"], [member="Cairyn Midore"], [member="Causstik Rahn"], [member="Chalim Vern"], [member="Chek Zun"], [member="Chikako Liona"], [member="Dalton Kenway"], [member="Darth Atrox"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Darth Malus"], [member="Darth Phren"], [member="Darth Rixas"], [member="Darth Seraphic"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="DE-16"], [member="Derek Dib"], [member="Dinah Vekarr"], [member="Duidatos"], @Ellion Cordair, [member=”Er’in Tenel”], [member="Ethan Williams"], [member="Faa Vera"], [member="Faustina Beryll"], [member="Fawn Alzi"], @Galvin Hansol, [member="Gorm"], [member="Hades Dai"], [member="Ignis Imura"], [member="Iris Issey"], [member="Isamu Baelor"], [member="Jack Anderson"], @Jasmine Zittoun, [member="Jaya Tandris"], [member="Jennifer Blanchard"], [member="Jeremiah Wynarn"], [member="Jia Darkhold"], [member="Jorco Czeku"], @Kaiya Halcyon, [member="Kal Jaii"], [member="Kal Kandossii"], [member="Kalee Bladesworn"], [member="Katarine Ryiah"], [member="Katria Vekarr"], [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], [member="Keric Dynt"], [member="Ket Van-Derveld"], [member="Khonsu Amon"], [member="Kilia"], [member="Kino Nagano"], [member="Koda Fett"], [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"], [member="Kurenai Yumi"], [member="Lady Psyona"], Lanna, [member="Lewis"], @Lola An’Arach, [member="Lord Mettallum"], [member="Luna Terrik"], [member="Lyla Quinn"], [member="Marcus Collier"], [member="Marcus Lund"], [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Maxerian Gron"], [member="Miki Starfallen"], [member="Mirvak"], [member="Moira Skaldi"], [member="Morgan Redeaux"], [member="Muad Dib"], [member="Mythira"], [member="Nasho Vesh"], [member="Nassier Zirfae"], [member="Natalie LaForte"], [member="Natasha Darkstar"], [member="Nayru Wyndaru"], [member="Nilia Saavilin"], [member="Noviac Caligo"], [member="Nyx"], [member="Orion Trex"], [member="Paige Blossom"], [member="Prime"], [member="Qymaen sil Jurai"], [member="R4N-JR"], [member="Rale Elysar"], [member="Rapax"], [member="Rashae"], [member="Rena Namadi"], [member="Rosaline Rousseau"], [member="Samantha Jade"], [member="Seela Tarkona"], @Sko’saht, [member="Skorvek"], [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Surnin Strenger"], @Tamar M’Raki, [member="Taran Holt"], [member="The Fallen"], [member="The Legend"], [member="The Slave"], [member="Tiberius Royalblaze"], [member="Titan"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Tyrande of Isobe"], [member="Tytos Ardik"], [member="Valis Marr"], [member="Valjan"] Hon’rey, [member="Varik Ice"], [member="Verd Skirata"], [member="Vinten Veers"], @Vuh’kis, [member="Werah Unon"], [member="Xero Wran"], [member="Yuna Hart"], [member="Zark"], [member="Zenva Vrotoa"], [member="Zephyr Carrick"], [member="Amaya Cardei"], [member="Ailuros"], [member="Amaya Korolev"]

[member="Aryn Teth"], [member="The Matador"], [member="Kainan Wolfe"], [member="Mythos"], [member="Amadi the Banished"]

[member="Tanomas Graf"], [member="Aram Kalast"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Meyer Farm - Several Miles from Mos Eisley

Vacation.

Kurt had never really understood the meaning of the word growing up, but that was mostly because Tatooine had no real school system to speak of. A few of the bigger settlements like Mos Eisley and Mos Espa sometimes tried to tie things together, and of course Arceneau Trade tried to supplement it all, but getting the children of a bunch of smugglers, pirates, and a hundred other criminals into a school room was kind of impossible. So he'd grown up mostly just taking days off whenever he felt like it.

Not that his mother approved.

Of course now that he was attending University things were a bit different.

Kalinda had a strict system of semesters, and in between them were small spots of time where students could either choose to stay at the school in their dorms or travel home. Kurt had used the first half of his vacation to visit Jamie on Naboo, the trip only taking a few hours, and then he'd decided to skip his way home to Tatooine. His parents had been glad to see him, his mother over the moon about the fact that he'd decided to attend University.

He'd told them the truth of it too. School was hard, getting his degree would be harder, but he would stick with it. Since he'd come up with the Meyer Drive a lot of the teachers seemed to expect even more from him, something that he found intensely irking. There was nothing he could do for it of course, simply buckle down and try as much as he could but...well School really wasn't his thing. He frowned for a moment, running his hand through his hair as he slipped the last transceiver into place.

The communications array he'd been working on sprang into life...and then quickly died again.

A scowl pulled across his lips, and he scooped up the diagnosis device besides himself. He let out a small curse, kicking the relay and wandering back towards the house. Kurt leaned into the open doorway, shouting loud enough for both his parents to hear him. "Relay is still busted, needs a new antenna. Gonna head into Mos Eisley to see if I can grab one."

Another day another errand. That was how it always seemed to be at home.

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Side: Confederacy of Independent Systems
Objective: Task Force windstorm (Team 3)
Enemies: The Galactic Empire & Allies
Post: 1

Spoiler

Armor:

• Outfit (Not actual armor, just clothes)
• Coat
• Taak'tabi (Bone Marchers)
• Light-Shield Bracelet

Weapons:

• HV-55A: "Allfate" Disruptor Rifle
• Rudimentary lightsaber, blue color
• Czerka Fighting Knife

Aboard the Invisible Hand - En Route to Tatooine​

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The Hutt exhilarated a feel of familiarity though Katrine had only been in a vicinity of a single one, years ago, as they'd ventured on to Tatooine when she'd been so young. The Empire had sought to eradicate them from their own domain but it was her understanding that they were like cockroaches, you could never truly get rid of them. They'd always find a way back and they would this time too. She didn't remember hearing the Confederacy had played a part though but the past was everchanging and Katrine now played a role in that very change though she hadn't intended to. Changes were a thing, an important thing though, as the blond was constantly learning as she adjusted her gloves, her coat ready at the side. Her suit was light but offered no protection but that was what her coat was, a modified and enhanced legacy, passed down from Father to daughter and refitted by Uncle Isley to provide protection to the growing Witch.

Her thoughts had refocused when the Hutt spoke, addressing Metus. A small chuckle released her lips as she covered them with a gloved hand. "Careful, Uncle," she only remarked before the smile faded completely. They weren't on Tatooine yet, which meant slavery was still a thing over there.No need for their Vicelord to get himself in trouble with the future Vicereine of the planet before they'd even gotten her there. The buzzer announced they were ready to go, making the Witch glance back to the Hutt. "Alright, Maami, we've got a bumpy ride ahead us, let's get moving," she addressed the Hutt in a slightly broken Huttese before she took glanced around to make sure Team Windstorm was gearing up and following before she'd made her way to Hangar, falling behind after the Hutt.

Her eyes moved from the Hutt only to make sure Pebble was close behind before she focused back on the alien, moving ahead to lead towards the Landing Craft, waiting at the entrance until the rest of the team and Mimi the Hutt boarded before getting in herself. Craft's massive doors closed behind her and the engines came to life shortly after before the whole Craft launched. "Winged Goddess and spirits guide us," Katrine muttered under her breath as she caught on.

Operation Windstorm was a go.​

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Spoiler

[member="Katria Vekarr"] [member=Rapax] [member="Dalton Kenway"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Darth Saethus"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] @Aithne [member="Chalim Vern"] [member=BX-25233] [member="Amadi the Banished"] [member=Akabane]

 

[Aria Lyr]

Tatooine
In Orbit
Task Force: Hurricane
Null Company

Spoiler

Armor: Confederate Trooper Armor

Weapons: CZ-836 Assault Rifle
BTI-CES Retaliator Shotgun
BTI-TDL Reckoning Grenade Launcher
Thermal Detonators

The waiting before a fight was always the worst part. As Aria Lyr leaned against the wall of the vessel that was to take her to the surface. Where were they at? Tatooine? She supposed it didn't really matter, to be honest. Every planet was the same when she was on the job. She certainly hated that sand was going to get in her nifty armor that the Confederacy had been so nice as to supply her with, however. It was decorated with pink paint to match her skin. Green was such a gross color, in her opinion.

The Zeltron had been delighted to find that her new employers had been so kind as to provide her with new weapons, as well. A Grenade launcher, an assault rifle, a shotgun, it was all delightful to her. She certainly appreciated the number of thermal detonators she had been equipped with, as well. It was good her propensity with explosives was highly valued. This outpost wouldn't stand a chance.

With her were her fellow 'Null Company' team members, including [member="Var Talon"]. She hadn't gotten much of an opportunity to speak with him, as of yet. She wasn't too social, as it happened. She decided it was time as she stuck a cigarro between her pink lips.

"Oi, Echani. Got a light?"

 

[Mythos]

Team Two: Outpost Assault
Allies: CIS [member="The Matador"]
Enemies: GE
Objective: Troop Leading. Establish a FOB.
Mythos and Matador Theme Song

Spoiler

Magnus Legion- Forward assault operation team.
Nubian Strike Force- Special Operations Task Force
1st-2nd and 8th Infantry Division
46th Cavalry Regiment
The Anubian Scout Force
Total Force: 4,000 Strong.
Personal Equipment: In signtanure
Troop Equipment:
M-400
XK-40
CARGS

(In reserve, for personal use) Wampa

Walkers:
Centipede X4

Operation King's Fall


Mythos had not brought a legion, not yet at least. He lead with a body of picked men in specialized equipment several of which had already began to give him a readout of the enemy positions, layout and of course orbital images of the entire field of battle. He brought building material equipment to establish his own forward operation base deep in the Jundland wastes. Everything was spread out, the only concentration of his men and equipment was where he was in his makeshift base of operation in a hut in the middle of nowhere. The plan for now was to keep his units spread out and thus making them incredibly hard to track down or engage. Mobility and versatility was the name of the game this early in the battle. With him, [member="The Matador"], his champion in battle and cheiftan in matters of war. With every C.A.R.G.S display Mythos began to see a complete picture of the battlefield; Enemy, Troops, Terrain, Time and weather, Civilians on the battlefield and more. That's all he needed to know now. "This is a good place to set up Matador, Once we have a read on the enemy and scan secure ground we can call in the rest of our forces for the assault. We should have CIS personell attacking soon and breaking the sound of battle but we will not be so quick. Before i can commit our forces to the assault I Need Kainan to clear my skies, assure a path for reinforcements and get my artillery pieces here. Until then we will chose when we are engaged, we will engage when we chose and we will pick where and who and when we fight"

Mythos wore clothes more akin to the sand people than to his stature as Magnus, the terrain and battlefield was perfectly suited to Anubians who thrived in desert and hot climates. They were entrusted to engage when they saw fit if they could hit, kill and retreat back into the storm of the desert with confidence. The vehicles most common were offroad, single or multiple personnel speeders that had little to no issue traversing the difficult and sandy terrain of Tatooine... A lot of Legends in this planet, a lot of rumors and stories of jedi...

None of that Mattered here.

Mythos began building his Forward operation base, setting up his forces and sizing up his enemy all the while keeping his distance and remaining off engagement on contact as possible with the size of the force he had. The only rules of engagement were kill or be killed, civilians were not targeted but most certainly not prioritized over the lives of his men. The walkers he had brought in clung to mountains and rough terrain easily but they were previously loaded out with cammo that blended in with the surroundings as well as each unit having a team of infantry personnel carriers with the deadly XK-40.

"Let's make this surgical, bring those coms up, I want CIS channels tuned to me and i want eyes on every rock in this force forsaken place"​

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Team Two: Outpost Assault
Allies: CIS [member="Mythos"]
Enemies: GE
Objective: Troop Leading. Establish a FOB. ​

The Theme
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Tatooine. He'd never seen a more miserable planet, yet all the same the Confederates deemed it worth conquering. Perhaps they saw potential in an industrialisation of the planet, perhaps they worried about the tyrannical rule of the opponent. Whichever it was, it mattered little to him.

​At current, he was reminded of his times as a mercenary. Standing aboard a nearly foreign seeming transport awaiting to fight on the dirt beneath them, not entirely sure of why or what the point was. Nor, did in fact he care. But all he knew was that he was here to win, and therefore he would. But this time, he was not alone.

​The Matador stood beside his Monarch, statuesque and silent like a totem. [member="Mythos"] stood opposite, explaining the battle plan to the almost absent-minded Giant. The terrain of the planet reminded him of coastal beaches on Caradim and Erebos. Strange how, an entire planet had been constructed of that one biome. Regardless, such thoughts would leave him eventually. He knew that feeling, the unease in the soldiers and how they clung to such thoughts to distract themselves from the fear twisting in their bellies.

​The Matador did not fear the impending conflict, he hungered insatiably for it. The Matador was aware that he had no business amongst the diplomatic silver spoon-fed weaklings that typically populated the higher echelons of any society, yet he'd found common ground with some within the Ancient Eye. Not all were weak, it was ignorance that created such a absolute view.

​He was ready, standing alongside Mythos as red robotic spectacles observed their forces. ​"Perhaps these curs will make for a more formidable opponent than the Hand of Light."

 

[Galven Hansol]

Objective: Clear a path for growing forces​

Allies: CIS​

Galven stood aboard the com’s tower of the Subjugator II battlecruiser, he wore the new CIS navel outfit, feeling the power and weight it gave him. As they exited hyperspace the dim lights on the bridge became the primary source of light. He stood above the crew of droids and few organics, able to see anyone simply by turning his head. In front of him lay the desert planet of Tatooine, it’s twin suns casting red and yellow shadows as the planets orbited into their light.
This was Galven’s first true fleet command, he was eager to do it, but now nervousness gripped him. On the surface criminals run rampant, slaves are in horrible conditions, and people suffer, all under the Galactic Empire’s watch. He had seen death, Siskeen had shown him the horrors people experience, and he would not allow it anymore.
The reports came flooding in, local ships and and the Empire’s forces on the ground, but Galven barely listened, instead he observed the defences the Empire had in front of him, looking for any weakness he could exploit, but while he did this, the fleet needed to prepare, “All ships, release your fighters; vultures and tri-fighters, protect the capital ships and munificents, hyenas, rally around me for further orders. Battle formation, cruisers and assault carriers at the front, providences and lucerhulks at the back, Recusants at the flanks. We advance when ready.”

Spoiler

Fleet:
Subjugator II battlecruiser (1)
Lucrehulk II battleship (2)
Providence II carrier/destroyer (3)
Recusant II star destroyer (4)
Providence II assault carrier (5)
HMC Light Shipping Cruiser Heavy Cruiser refit (5)
Munificent Cruiser (7)
Hevesf (10)

 

[Adron Malvern]

Objective: Defend the Tatooine Garrison
Location: Tatooine, Planetside
Allies: Galactic Empire
Enemies: CIS , Allied Forces


[SIZE=11pt]Darkness surrounded the High Moff as he was lost in the blissful trance of deep meditation. Time and space had become abstract notions, that were no longer relevant to the young Jedi. The twisting nether of the Dark Side surrounded him, binding him to his hatred and anger, freeing him of his inhibitions and restraints. While time and space were lost to Adron, sound was not. Used as a focus sound was a calming factor in his meditation routine. The lights in his chambers that gave off a faint hum, the occasional speeder zooming through the garrison, or even a TIE squadron preparing for their daily exercise. Each sound was familiar and soothing. Though it was not long before another sound invaded his meditation, a more rushed sound, something rapidly tapping over a surface in a panicked hurry. Footsteps? At an annoyingly frantic space.

The door to Adron’s personal office had been opened, against the High Moff’s orders. Immediately his eyes opened, his sharp blue orbs sliding to the corner of his eyes, not yet turning to see who had disturbed his meditation. “What is it?” He asked, not attempting to hide the agitation in his tone. The voice to respond was known well by Adron, the Commander of his forces in the Bothawui sector, who had joined him to inspect the Garrison at Tatooine. Marshal Nolan Vette seemed a bit distressed, and his words matched the tone he decided to take. “Sir! An unidentified fleet has just come out of Hyperspace! It's an invasion, sir.” He reported, causing Adron to push himself to his feet, maintaining a calm demeanor. “Put the garrison on full alert and begin lock down measures immediately.” He ordered the Marshal, who replied with a curt nod before leaving in an evenly hurried fashion. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Once the Marshal left, Adron clasped his arms behind his back, exhaling softly. “I knew I was going to hate this planet.” He muttered before glancing down to his comm device attached to his arm. Tapping into the gauntlet-mounted device he listened as an alert sounded over the base. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“ALERT! ALERT! ALL FORCES REPORT TO BATTLE STATIONS, THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT ALL FORCES REPORT TO YOUR BATTLE STATIONS.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The alarm was the beginning of havoc. As Adron made his way down the hall, keeping an even pace, squads of Stormtroopers, Pilots, and Engineers rushed to their respective posts. Adron silently cursed himself for not bringing more of his personal guard, the Novatroopers. Yet, this was supposed to be nothing more than a routine inspection, not a combat situation. The Command room was located in the center of the Imperial base, and had taken very little time to get there. However what the High Moff saw when the doors opened was distressing. Half of the officers we're in a mad frenzy, attempting to address the chain of command and proper procedure. While this is not necessarily bad, it was not the correct way to respond to a marking invasion. Nolan had spotted the High Moff and called out to the officers. “Attention!” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]This brought each man to a silent halt, giving Adron the moment he needed to speak and act on their situation. “I want all defensive measures up and running immediately. Now, we have five Hypervelocity guns to defend from an air raid, correct? Activate those guns and order them to fire on anything that comes near the Garrison! We don't have enough firepower to retaliate against a fleet but we can at least make sure they don't land on our heads.” He gestured to an officer who held the rank of lieutenant, “Lieutenant. Order all soldiers to take up defensive positions around the Garrison. We need to remain well defended and dug in until reinforcements can arrive.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Turning to Nolan, he cleared his throat softly. “Activate our emergency invasion transponder. The Empire needs to know we are in trouble.” He ordered the Field Marshal, who turned to a terminal to send a distress signal. “Yes sir. We found out it is the CIS...the Confederacy sir.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]His eyes fell over the rest of the officers, clearing his throat before speaking up to them. “Everyone else. See to your sectors and dig in. As must not lose this garrison before help arrives.”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]OOC:[/SIZE]
Troop Compliment
[SIZE=11pt]Imperial Garrison-
- 9,000 Imperial Stormtroopers[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]- 10 Imperial Novatroopers[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]- 10 Imperial AT-ST[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]- 4 Imperial AT-AT[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]- 16 Imperial TIE Fighters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]- 20 LAAT Gunships[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]- 5 Hypervelocity Guns[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Troop Movement[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]- Adron Malvern takes command of defensive procedures. Alert sent out to friendly Imperial channels that Tatooine is under CIS invasion. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]- Hypervelocity guns are prepared to shoot anything attempting to land near the Garrison. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]- Imperial garrison put on full alert, Stormtroopers take up defensive positions surrounding the garrison. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]- AT-ST’s move to support the Stormtroopers[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]- All heavy machinery and Flight support are preparing to be deployed into combat[/SIZE]

 

[Jorco Czeku]

Theme​

Orbiting Tatooine
CIS
Task Force Hurricane
Null Company

Spoiler

Equipment

DH-17 http://starwars.wiki..._blaster_pistol

Czerka Fighting Knife http://starwarsrp.ne...fighting-knife/

Spoiler

LA-W http://starwarsrp.net/topic/123425-la-w/

Strike Teams http://starwarsrp.net/topic/123125-pom-strike-teams/

Currently to pass the time, Jorco was messing around with his company's new LA-W[/url] in the hanger. Something he was quite proud of. Inside the mech like walker he checked it out. Seeing the maneuverability of the limbs and the weapons systems. He couldn't wait to see out these things will work in battle. After a bit of moving around in it, he exited the small personal vehicle before looked back and marveling it. If he found himself stuck on the ground he was gonna make sure he had one of these.

After that the Rodian went to go check on his team of K-Wings, along with his Nebulon-B, surely with these they could destroy a capitol ship or two. But he'd be flying his personal B-Wing for this, starting off in space before giving air support for his company's StrikeTeams[/url] on the ground. He felt like his services for the upcoming battle was more then enough to give thanks for the Confederacy's sponsorship of his company. If it wasn't for that then he certainly wouldn't have the credits to aid in a war. War profiting was way better then protecting small businesses. Jorco would lean against his ship's cockpit, waiting for the call to ready up and attack.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

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T A T O O I N E
[SIZE=9pt]Tatooine Orbit[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Southern Systems Business Bazaar - Arceneau Trade Company Headquarters [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Within Galactic Imperial Jurisdiction[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Southern Systems Business Bazaar Station[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] would be amongst the first large orbiting objects to be silhouetted against the light of the Twin Suns. At a length of thirty-two hundred meters, it’s sheer size was only dwarfed by the twin Ark stations that would flank it. At a width of four thousand meters and an orbital ring of seven thousand meters, the tremendous trade stations for the mercantile centric entity were a sight to behold. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]

[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Among them in varying orbital positions were the [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Restoration Station[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Trist-Class Repair and Refueling Station[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]MT 3000 Fuelling Station[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], and the [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]HALCYON Space Train/Skyhook Planetary Transportation System[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] that would connect the Business Bazaar with Mos Eisley. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]When the whole of Storm Fleet burst into real space, an alert had already spread across the entirety of the merchant fleet used to defend the Southern Systems Business Bazaars assets. One might say that it was Mrs. Arceneau’s ability to monitor the trade lanes that allowed the Southern System Bazaar to glean advance notice of any large movement. It would be right to make that assumption. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Of course, there was always more to the tale when it came with the Queen of Trade’s connections and business loyalties. The advance notice given to her by Isley Verd had allowed a special allowance in vital precious time to ensure that non-essential personnel would not be at the Bazaar and at Arceneau Trade Company’s headquarters of operations on Mos Eisley and Anchorhead. The Galactic Empire had their own methods of scouting and providing their own surveillance within this sector. As Danger had agreed with the Empire, as long as her interests and personnel were left be to conduct their trade, the Queen of Trade was more than happy to pay tariffs and a hike in taxes to the Empire. Tatooine might be a dustball of sand and arid heat, but it was her home. [/SIZE]

People came to Tatooine to disappear from the galaxy. No one could truly rein in the Exchange, the Tuskan Raiders, nor the vast stretch of mercenaries, bounty hunters, smugglers, or criminals that were rampant beyond the city limits.

[SIZE=9pt]No, Danger’s granddaddy taught her that a long time ago. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]There was a balance in maintaining that. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]From the Security Control Room at the main hub of the Southern Systems Business Bazaar, the Baron Administrator called for an open comm towards Storm Fleet. ( [member="Darth Metus"] )He knew what this meant. What it could signify. And how they were all riding a fine line between the gauntlet of what would likely soon be two of the largests fleets Tatooine has ever seen.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]It was time to act the part of the administrator. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“It is ready Baron.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ This is Baron Administrator Oolog Ben, of the Southern Systems Business Bazaar. ][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]A pause. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Will you be requiring fuel or maintenance? ][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]It was a laughable inquiry considering the deployment of shuttles, but the Baron had to remain calm and in control to provide a semblance of customer service and make it appear as if nothing was amiss. This was, after all, one of the largest fuel ports and trade stations along the Mara Corridor and the Corellian Run.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][ Or will you be requiring anything else? ][/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The comm was cut, and in that, the Baron made a small gesture of his hand, followed by, “Send word to Mrs. Arceneau. Proceed with the notice to the Galactic Empire of the presence of a large fleet.” ([member="Tanomas Graf"] )They had to provide a courtesy to the Empire. However, it would be silly to believe that the Empire had not taken notice of this already. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]While Arceneau Trade Company’s merchant fleet defended the Southern Systems Business Bazaar’s assets, it was nowhere near enough to compete with the full might of a government’s fleet. The point of the communication was to establish a rapport, to provide a means of descalating any matters. For the millions of travelers, employees, and various shipping transports that made this specific bazaar their stop for the sell of wares, the sudden arrival of a large fleet would certainly give rise to wariness and alarm. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The point of the matter was to keep everyone calm. If Oolong Ben could provide that semblance of peace of mind, then perhaps… well, they would all survive this without any bloodshed.[/SIZE]

 

[Anya Malvern]

Objective-defend moff Malvern, defense of the garrison
Location-planet side
Allies-galatic empire, [member="Adron Malvern"]
Enemy-CIS

She hated this planet, it was to hot and that was coming from summon who could create fire at will. However thankfully the buildings were cooled otherwise these garbs would be removed for something lighter and cooler, she stood before her husband's meditation chamber standing guard as she was assigned to do.

She glanced around as she felt something coming, certainly enough a officer was running quick. She paid him enough mind as she turned when he entered watching him carefully before glancing to adron. Moving to the side as he left she took position behind him silent as could be among the chaos of this place

She looked out among the command room, these men were scared...to them maybe this planet was simply a easy path...not much happened on this planet right? Glancing to adron she spoke

what shall you be doing moff Malvern

 

[Vrapir Detta]

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Location: Mos Eisley, Tatooine
Objective: Patrol
Allegiance: The Galactic Empire

Tatooine, what a dump. The population was confrontational to Imperial presence at best, they were confrontational to any authoritative presence. The only thing keeping the Emperor from imprinting the desert planet with the heel of his boot was the Arceneau Trade Company, the only thing on this planet worth a damn. Everything around here was old and rusted, no one cared for hygiene, and although it needed no statement, it was karking hot. Only made worse by the plastoid armor they wore, if only Vrapir had been stationed on Scarif. Tropical beaches, beautiful skies, beautiful women. Instead he got this dust ball, where everything smelled like feces and looked like it too. Vrapir was lucky today though, he had received city patrol instead of dune sea, a god send according to him. Although the smell was worse, the heat was slightly bearable. He could waive the risk of being in a vigilante attack if it meant less time in the sun.

Vrapir's patrol with another trooper named Jax was fairly average, walk around, get death stares from a few locals, inspect a few suspicious looking fellows. They broke up a cantina fight earlier, although Vrapir was half certain he'd get shot then and there, but it seemed he and Jax were lucky, everyone went back to their drinks, and they went back to their patrol. Vrapir was considering the chances of getting some action around here without contracting a half dozen diseases when he got a comms alert. He pressed the button on his helmet that activated the comms and listened intently, hoping it was going to get him out of patrol duty. Under the helmet, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped, Confederate invasion had commenced.

Vrapir stopped in his tracks and turned to Jax, his helmet filtering out most of the excite of his voice, "The Seppies are invading! They want us back at base for muster, now." Jax nodded, and the two began running through the tight alleyways and streets of Mos Eisley, mentally preparing themselves for battle, for a long one was ahead.

 

[Srina Talon]

Currently in Space aboard the Invisible Hand - En Route to Tatooine​

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Typically, Srina found the near whisper silent inner-workings of a starship comforting. For a long time, especially when she’d initially fled from Eshan, the metal monsters felt like a crate, or a tomb. There was no open sky, no fresh air, and she could never forget the fact that there was no solid ground beneath her feet. Yet, slowly but surely, with time she became accustomed to it. The Invisible Hand was just one of many ships that the Confederacy had brought for this venture. The pale-faced Echani found herself watching stars bleed by as they traveled through hyperspace. Despite the fact that they were hurtling toward one of the most important battles in recent CIS history…Anxiety or nervousness did not equate.

Fear, however, was not a foreign concept to her. Some soldiers claimed not to feel it, not to acknowledge it, and even denied they had the capacity for it. In most instances, the Sith Apprentice felt that they were posturing. Telling tall tales to reassure themselves and the people that fought beneath them. Fear was natural. Normal. It taught well-adjusted individuals a valuable lesson in self-preservation and gave them the presence of mind to finish their mission correctly. One could not complete a goal, if they rushed in blindly, and wound up dead. “Are you all right Kilia?”, Srina questioned the small, pale-skinned Echani that stood at her side. She’d noticed the young woman several moments before but had been too engrossed in thoughts on strategy and the inevitable descent to Tatooine.

All of their plans were set. There was nothing else they could do but see them come to fruition. There would be a need for improvisation, of course, but for the most part, they simply needed to give it their all and stay the course.

The alarms began suddenly, breaking the stillness, and the snow-kissed woman exhaled. Fear could exist so long as courage remained. It was not the absence of fear that mattered, nor a mastery of it, but simply the ability to move beyond it. It was the acceptance that there was something more important.

In this case, it was the liberation and acquisition of Tatooine. Srina had chosen to avoid the bridge while Maami “Mimi” the Hutt was doing her best to flirt with the Vicelord. Instead, she methodically checked and clean her gear, making sure that nothing had been forgotten. There was something about it that exasperated her, not to mention her general distaste of the slug-like abominations. Her stubby arms and watery eyes, made clownish by copious amounts of eyeliner, offended every sensibility the Echani had.

Yet…It was a sad, sad day, when even a Hutt in power over the sand-ridden planet was better than the Empire.

Her Master had faith, under the direst of consequences, that Maami Mimi could be controlled. She had submitted to all of their demands, with the promise of droids to replace any laborers, and there were several Confederate advisors that would keep her in check. It would be impossible to eliminate crime on Tatooine. But, they could, control it. They could mitigate the worst of it and gain a foothold in the wars to come. This was merely a stepping stone to something much more violent.

“It’s time…”, she breathed to her fellow Confederate and both she and [member="Kilia"] began to make their way toward their designated stations. The sight of Realspace visible through the viewports caused her to quicken her step. They passed one of the many areas on the starship reserved for crew and Srina paused, recognizing the sight of [member="Aryn Teth"], seemingly getting ready to head out the door. She would know his dark hair anywhere. “Don’t be late, Commander.”

Her quick reprimand was followed by a touch of bare concern. It did not emanate in her expression, nor in her mercurial eyes, but he would know it all the same.

“…Don’t get hurt.”

Her friend had a propensity for injuries. She hoped that he had taken her suggestion that he find an appropriate set of armor versus the cloth he usually favored. He would need it for this fight, considering the amount of blaster fire that would be in the air. As much as he occasionally drove her up a wall with his antics…She didn’t want him to die.

The Apprentice swept away then, carried with the grace of a little Queen, and she mentally called for her Master, [member="Darth Metus"]. ‘Kilia and I are en route… Our naval forces are moving forward. The closer we get, before the Empire reacts to our presence, the better chances we have of getting our forces to the ground. Time will be of the essence-As you predicted. For now…Everything is going according to plan.’

The Empire was the enemy in this endeavor. Not the slaves of Tatooine, not the Arceneau Trade Company (unless they fired first), and certainly not those struggling to survive on moisture farms and in squalid conditions. The seedy underbelly of the culture could not be changed, not fully, but the quality of life could easily be improved. The Confederacy had freed those oppressed on Ryloth and the same would happen here. Soon, they would have boots on the ground. Soon, this would all be over.

Spoiler

Armor:

• Starfire Protocol [Including Boots/Gloves/Personal Shield/Etc]
• Terentatek Body Glove
• SU-03 Hunter Cloaking Device

Weapons:

• HG-54 "The Vora" Class Verpine Hand Cannon
• Holdin' Aces
• Lightsaber [White Blade/CrossGuard]

Back Sling:

• All Fate

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Spoiler

[member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Kilia"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | (Will add more tags as we go)

 

[Dalton Kenway]

Side: Confederacy of Independent Systems
Objective: Task Force Windstorm (Team 3)
Enemies: The Galactic Empire

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1VZrzwSkCo&list=PLkG7CgS3OhRjxKlzqpp8nerPDpEwp5S-9&index=8

Dalton Kenway walked with Corellian pride. Pride he had been born with, pride that had never wavered during the dark times and pride that would carry him above the Galactic Empire today.

Resting his left hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword on his left hip and holding down the blaster rifle slung across his right shoulder with his right hand, both gloved in emerald green, Dalton followed the team that he was now with during this battle to take Tatooine.

However, the gloriously ugly site of a Hutt was what he was following as the Witch - [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] - led the way. This amused him slightly; the galaxy was a crazy place, full of wonderful beings of all races and creeds, but then there were the Hutts.

"Look at the bloody state," he muttered to the soldier beside him as the walked to the transport. "The Confederacy will be taking the fight where it matters and we're here babysitting Queen of the Gloop."

With a small snigger, the solider never broke formation as they began to board the shuttle to take them on the ride to Tatooine. It was probably going to be bumpy and dangerous, but they were odds Dalton Kenway of Corellia had been born to deal with. As he sat down with the team, he heard the quiet whisper of the Witch as he passed. He shot a glance to the soldier and rolled his eyes a little before strapping in.

"It'll take more than mysitcal spirits and beings to help us this time."

The shuttle shot off for the golden orb that would be their destination. He had encountered the Empire once before on Kamino and never finished the fight; he prayed that today he could try to do that in someway once more.

[member="Katria Vekarr"] | [member=Rapax] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Darth Saethus"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | @Vern | [member=BX-25233] | [member="Amadi the Banished"] | [member="Akabane"] | [member="Chalim Vern"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Side: Confederacy of Independent Systems
Objective: Task Force Windstorm (Team 3)
Enemies: The Galactic Empire & Allies
Post: 1
Gear: Personal battle armor, lightsabers, forearm needlers, wrist rockets, heavy blaster, anti armor grenades, personal body shields as well as his shield bracelet, heavy blaster carbine and ammo, assortment of alchemically treated blades hidden in different locations.

While waiting for others of his team to gather, Daxton stood on one side, resplendant in his red and purple body armor, a pair of droid stood nearby, one holding the heavy blaster carbine he would taking with him planetside and other his highly polished helmet with its signature reflective face plate.

The Dark Lord seemed to be applying some sort of caramel colored cream, which smelled like vanilla with hint of butter toffee, on every part of flesh that could be exposed to the harsh environment using repeated ritualistic gestures. While others might think it was some sort potion against harm, it was actually of a more practical nature. Sunscreen with the highest sunblock rating on a commercial grade product, hardly the most exotic thing to touch his skin but Daxton would be damned to suffer any discomfort it would otherwise prevent.

Once he was finished, he handed the empty glass container to the droid holding his helmet. Locking it into place, he ran a quick diagnostic to check his systems before taking his weapon and making sure he had enough ammo and strapped himself down with the others in preparation for planetfall.

Glancing at the Hutt, he could not help but marvel at the ingenouity of the Confederate engineers who were able to jury rig a safety harness for the bloated Hutt, it that wasn’t a miracle, Daxton could not think of a better example.

While he never had personal dealings with the Hutts, the Dark Lord was happy to assist in her return to power. After all he knew that sometimes to achieve a greater good, sometimes people needed to do the unthinkable.

“Well that’s why they called me, friend. Just in case, the spirits need backup.” He teased [member="Dalton Kenway"] before closing his eyes and waiting for that lurching sick feeling at the back of your stomach that would mark the start of their had begin.

 

[Ria Misrani]

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HVS TANGATA
EN ROUTE TO TATOOINE
OBJECTIVE: JOIN THE FIGHT

"He knows," Amaya said to her husband, "trust me my father is well aware that I've come to aide him, after all, Dagobah wasn't exactly what you'd call a vacation."

Teyn sighed he looked at his wife from a screen, he was still on Concord Dawn handing out the supplies given to them by [member="Jorus Merrill"]. "I just wish you'd come home and stop whatever this is, you've nothing to prove to anyone, Maya."

"This isn't about proving, or deserving it's about supporting my rather foolish old man and for once he's on the right side of things," She wasn't going to argue, "I'm nearly there and that's the end of it, Teyn. I love you and our son, I will come home once this is over, I promise."

"I know, and I love you too just wish you weren't so far and ..."

He was interrupted by the alert from the Tangata, "got to go my love, give the best to our son."

She cut the communications and crossed the bridge, "good, let our point of contact within the Confederacy know that we're arriving and we're not alone." Verdjitaor or Verd Village had sent some of their best warriors with a handful of Tangatas to join the ranks. Some had joined her at Dagobah, and those who lived were here now at Tatooine. "It seems that today will be a good day to die, VODE AN!"

"Kandosii sa ka'rta!" Amaya had flipped on a comms to her own group of ships, "vode an!"

"Mayui'u malyasa'yr cuyir mav, mhi vode an."

She could hear the rumblings of the warriors, "KANDOSII SA KA'RTA! VODE AN"

Amaya went on for a few more moments, giving them a speech about how great it was that Clan Verd would unite together for such a glorious battle and how that if they were to die today then what a glorious death it would be. To die on the field of battle with their brothers, when she closed it out, she offered that they would all meet again in this life or the next and that Concord Dawn would welcome them home in one way or another. She would have little time to prepare as she headed into her quarters and suited up with the standard beskar'gam. A message would be dispatched to her father [member="Darth Metus"] - his daughter would join him on this day. She included a picture of his grandson Isley the Younger.

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GEJP3y7QLPA&t=338s[/media]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Side: Confederacy of Independent Systems
Objective: Task Force windstorm (Team 3)
Enemies: The Galactic Empire & Allies
Post: 1

Scherezade hugged her red cloak tighter about her. This was her first time venturing out with [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], and of course, the first time out meant they were going to take part in a war, which meant Scherezade was dunked head first into a situation that not only required her to be at her best in terms of focus and abilities, but also to deal with a lot of other people around her all at once. It would've been easier if this was a ball, where hiding in a toilet stall was somehow acceptable as long as you greeted the right people, but this was a place where things were actually happening.

She'd stared at almost non-human on the ship, averting her eyes only when she thought they would catch her doing it. Her ears received a disharmony of voices and languages, colors and beats, and she was working hard on trying to block most of it out. And on trying to only listen to what could matter. It was a skill she was probably going to have to work harder on.

And of course, there was Katrine. Scherezade made sure to never steer more than a few feet away from her... Master? Mentor? Teacher? Protector? Whichever word was the proper one, it probably didn't entirely describe the relationship.

Her fresh tattoo tingled on her back as she listened in on Katrine speak in Hutteese. The first moment, it had also seemed like a strange language to her, and then suddenly, there it was. She knew the language. She spotted the broken bits. Why did she know that knowledge? Why did her grandmother cram that into her mind along with other knowledge that she had no way of diffusing and understand what was important and what was not.

And they were on their way to Tatooine, the planet on which her grandmother had been born, a planet that she knew so many of her family members had despised.

But her family members weren't here. As far as she knew, she was the only one awake. Or alive. And she was going to make it, whatever the price. She was going to prove herself worthy of her line, even if it took her entire life before she was ready to go to Endelaan.

Forcing her mind back to the task at hand. Operation Windstorm. She was part of Task Force Windstorm. And she had no clue how she would manage to not be a hindrance. The knife rested in her belt, giving her some form of comfort, despite the fact that she was more likely to injure herself with it than defend herself. But... She had Powers. Maybe... Maybe she could end up being useful.

For now though, she merely clung to Katrine and waited for orders from anywhere, trying to avoid eye contact with the colorful Hutt. And the guy who made a snide comment at Katrine.

Spoiler

[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"], [member="Katria Vekarr"],@ Rapax, @Fawn, [member="Dalton Kenway"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Darth Saethus"], Scherezade deWinter, @Aithne, [member="Chalim Vern"], [member="BX-25233"], [member="Amadi the Banished"], [member="Akabane"]

 

[Aya Clarke]

• Commanding Officer: General "Ser" [member="Aya Clarke"] of the "Iron Crusade"
• Invasion Fleet: Six Lucrehulk class Battleships and Four Providence II Destroyer Carriers
• Wearing: Knightly Armor (in sig)
• Carrying: Knightly Sword, Gifted Lightsaber
• Allegiance: CIS

Do you know the problem with sand? It was small, gritty enough to get into your armor, clog it, scuff it in ways it shouldn't be, essentially it was a killer of armor only behind blunt force and ahead of sharp blades. For that very reason, General Aya Clarke was more than happy to be well and away from the planet's surface still, though standing aboard the command bridge for a Providence II was only slightly better, considering the cursed space vessel was, well, a space vessel. The woman hated space travel, moving in space like this felt unnatural even though she was well aware that planets moved much the same manner. Didn't make it any less, unnerving to be approaching a planet.

The General stood her full height, donned in her complete set of knightly durasteel armor, the metal polished and bearing the marks of dozens upon dozens of battles, with only the newly sewn red cape resting against her backside being free of the natural wear and tear. Since there were mostly droids around her, Aya saw little point in keeping her face visible, and so her closed face helm was hiding her human features, though the droids could still see her firmly set gaze, and the eyes staring straight towards the planet's surface. The Empire had chosen to begin this war, and like others before them this Empire would face Aelozath steel, forged in the fires of conviction and tempered by harsh reality.

But first, came bringing her army to the planet's surface. To that end, Aya (and subsequently, her commandeered temporary command ship) lead her segment of the invasion force. This was total war, armies upon armies of droids resting in this grand armada, and the "Iron Crusade" was hers, and hers was among those leading the assault. Which meant it was up to her to bring her forces in, scattered across six Lucrehulk and four Providence II ships, including the very one upon which she stood. Speaking of leading the assault... The armored figure walked forward to a communication system, and began a broadcast to every ship she could reach within the Armada. Claxons had blared, but those organic in this army could use a figurehead, some words of departure. Her armored figure would appear to anyone in the fleet with access to a holoprojector, otherwise it would be her voice which they would find to bid them luck...

"This is General Clarke to the loyal men and women of the CIS. The Empire has brought war to the galaxy, striking at our allies on what was to be a day of festivity, of forging bonds, bringing death and destruction in their place. Today, I ask that you bring back that which they have sewn, to let the Empire reap what they have prepared. The Empire shall rue the very day they chose to stand against progress and prosperity. We stand now at the threshold of their domain, the passage through which we shall cut their hold on the innocent, and in it's place bring freedom and hope. Upon the wings of the divine, I bid thee to fly, and may the Goddess watch over our righteous retaliation. It will be my honor to fight alongside you all... Operation King's Fall has now begun!" When the communication cut, she rolled her neck slightly, and wrapped her fingers around her sword's hilt. Goddess watch over them indeed...

She took a breath, before returning to the command view ports. She would bring freedom and peace to these people, or she would greet her goddess at last.

 

[Rapax]

Side: Confederacy of Independent Systems
Objective: Team 3: Task Force windstorm
Enemies: The Galactic Empire & Allies ([member="Varas Kyrel"] sooooooooooon)
Post: 1

Spoiler: Gear

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/89601-echoylii-shukorok-echoylan-crushgaunts/

Basic Leather armor.

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/92398-akaagai-warhawk/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/65398-the-blade-of-the-satvas/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/30901-mohc-dauntless-combat-blade/x2

x2 Lightsabers

There have been weird assignments he has done in the past but protecting a hutt was not one of them but this particular hutt was needed for there goals so he agreed to help with the others in protecting this hutt, He resisted a chuckle at the hutts attempt at humor towards Metus as he made sure all his weapons where on him before standing up and followed [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] and the others behind the hutt. He chose the armaments he had because its been awhile since he used his shape shifting abilities but he might has a chance to do so here on a Empire controlled Tattooine, Tattooines always been a place of crime and other unwanted individuals its no surprise that the Hutts liked this place. He climbed aboard last to make sure everyone was on board before climbing aboard and prepared his genetics for the hot temperatures so he wont get heat exhaustion it was one of the gifts of being a shifter.

He felt the ship take off and make its way down so he did what preparations he could on the way down so he can be as ready as possible for the battle to come.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

Location: Bestine - Abandoned Warehouse
Objective: Criminal Collusion
Allies: [member="Lyla Quinn"]

Abandoned warehouses were, for some reason, the common criminal's favorite locale for clandestine meetings. This was all fine and dandy for the common criminal, but Tytos was not common. Not by a long shot, not by his standards anyway. The Confederacy had sent him to conduct some meetings with local dissidents in Bestine, help lock down the city while the garrison went off to fight the Confederate army at a nearby outpost. The local dissidents were, unsurprisingly, criminal scum. Once the Empire had kicked out the last Hutt, other criminals finally had some breathing space. This meant there were multiple parties to potentially bargain with... And that aligning with the Confederacy would be something of a hard sell given that they had made it part of their policy to install another Hutt.

Major obstacle, sure, but Tytos could be persuasive. He tapped his fingers impatiently on one of the crates he was waiting near. Shuffling around the inside of the warehouse, perhaps with equal impatience, were some Syndicate Shock Troopers. It was generally unwise to hold conspiratorial meetings in enemy territory without some form of guard detail. To this end the Confederacy had attached someone else to the more soft-spoken side of the Bestine mission. Probably to ensure that he didn't do anything too terribly nefarious.

Very rude of them to think so, if that was the case. What about his reputation would imply Tytos would ever do something nefarious?

Forget he asked.

A few more minutes ticked by, then his comlink buzzed in his ear. The lookout. "Someone's approaching, sir."

That would either be his attache for the evening or one of the people he was supposed to meet. No one else had any reason to come down to this part of town.

"Send them in."