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

[Zesiro]

Location: Tatooine, outside the garrison
Enemies: CIS, their allies and [member="Sol Damerin"]
Allies: GE, their allies and [member="Anya Malvern"]
Objective: Stay out of harm's way

The look Anya gave her as she spoke almost broke her heart. However, their shared words a few years ago of not ever fighting each other were still true. They were the only family the other had. Hugging each other for several moments, the sounds of the battle getting closer...Anya pulled away and wiped their shared tears. Parting with her, Zesiro felt like part of her world crashed in on her and cried silently. At least until her master showed up.

She had known Sol was making his way to her. Not ever having been on the receiving end of a verbal lashing that did not include abuse, she did not know what was going to happen. Taking a gulp, if there was a way for her to hide under the sand, a rock or up the tree, she would have. As it was, she was stuck on the ground with a broken leg.

Not once did she try to speak and she seemed to know a hammer was going to come down on her if she tried. When he did speak, Zesiro basically flinched at every word he said until he fell silent. He appeared to wait until she attempted to break her own silence. When she was about to apologize, he started up again with perfect timing and kept her mouth shut.

He had left her to attend some business of her own and like a father would say to a child, had told her to stay out of trouble. Of course, she had a duty and had gotten called into a war while he was gone. That hadn't gone well for her either and thus wound up here in the middle of this war. Which hadn't gone much better...on the bright side, only leg got broke and not both.

If the tone of his voice was heated and it was warranted as everything he said was true, what she saw within him was something she never expected. Acceptance off her dumb self. He may not like the choices she had made in getting involved, but he cared. Making mistakes was a part of life and he would express displeasure at them, but make her face the issue and not run from it. Like he was doing now, but not by being abusive.

"I'm sorry, master. Though, I've gotten better with that barrier. Why do you think only one leg is broken? No Force attacked me, just a stupid mortar or some sort of bombardment of something. Either way, I got blasted away and bounced with the barrier. That bounce broke the barrier and now here I lay."

As he buried whatever more he was going to say​, he asked about transports and where they were kept. She was about to answer when there was more of the ringing in the air and she turned to look around the tree...Anya was in their path. With horror, Zesiro watched as they hit the ground her sister. Broken leg or not, shock, surprise and the need to make sure Anya was fine spurred her to move.

Limping, failing to remain on her broken leg, Zesiro pulled herself back in the direction of the battlefield and her sister. She needed to make sure Anya was alive. After the assault ended, she actually stopped moving. Her sister was alive, hurt but alive. Seeing that her sister had been picked up and rescued by another person, she laid on the ground now. Finding that quick rush of adrenaline fading fast, only thing left now to find a transport for all of them.

 

[Jayce Pryde]

Location Tatooine
Objective Survive my own shenanigans
Allies CIS
Enemies GE


The plan seemed simple enough as Jayce listened to [member="Darth Metus"] lay it out for them, cut through enemy lines and get through a wall.... Seemed simple enough.

Jayce had never been one for simple however... And apparently neither had Metus or Srina, one blasting off into the sky in a hail of missiles while the other blazed a path straight through the enemy lines on an old school Bassilisk.

Not being one to be outshined Jayce quickly incapacitated one of the young Mandalorians that was following Metus and leaning the young man against a wall before stealing his battle helmet.
"I may have just saved your life Verd'ika" Stated Jayce as he slipped the rather funky smelling helmet not his head and acclimating himself to the strange view. Once he's acclimated Pryde quickly grabbed several of the young mans thermal detonators and clipped them to his belt before making his way to a set of speeder bike's and mounting one.

Scanning around as he turned on the speeder bike the young Sith spotted what he seemed to be a decent path to the wall... Should work right?

With a cocky smirk curling his lips Jayce let out a yell as he gunned the bike's engines and hurtled through the dunes. At the apex of one dune Jayce got some pretty decent lift and took to the air enabling him to fly over top a small unit of Imperial troopers.... Which Jayce dropped two live thermal detonators into their midsts as he flew over, unfortunately taking several blaster bolts to the aft section of the bike as well as a grazing wound to his right ribs from a lucky bolt that seared some flesh.

The screams of the imperials being silenced by explosions made up for the pain as he landed on the other side of the imperials and continued onward to the wall.

As he made it to the wall Jayce brought the speeder to a stop and hopped off. Having to be hasty he quickly pulled all but one of the remaining thermal detonators from his belt and layed them all inside of a small crack in the wall and set them to detonate before running away and hiding behind the speeder bike while they made short work of the wall.

As the dust cleared Jayce stood and removed the smelly mandalorian helmet before making his way through the hole he Just made...

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

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Location: Tatooine Garrison​

Allies: The Galactic Empire [member="Anya Malvern"] [member="Adron Malvern"]​

Enemies: CIS and her Allies​

Actions: Follow High Moff Malvern's Orders​

Spoiler: Actions

1. Purge Imperial Data Banks located in the Garrison
2. Begin the Evacuations
3. Assist and defend the Refugee Population as they escape into the Transport ships

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Emergency lights flared and the alarms sounded, but even then Seto was not prepared for the soft rumble felt through out the garrison. They weren't going to wait for us in open combat out there in the sands Seto mused as he stood readily for his High Moff. More explosions took place and the sounds of enemy troops have breached the walls of the garrison. Our Stormtroopers will make the CIS bleed for every step they take, but they will make gains that no doubt I'm sure of Seto realized as listened to his High Moff's orders.

Seto moved towards the direction of the Command Center but was quickly pulled back by his High Moff when droids were spotted further away. Seto understand the urgency from High Moff Malvern's voice. "Consider it done High Moff," Seto responded, nodding as well as he felt his shoulder released before being pressed away to his tasks.

Both of his lightsabers remained on either side of him as he ran towards the Command Center, he needn't bother with his weapons. They would prove more cumbersome to run with but the Force instead would provide Seto with enough offensive abilities and defensive ones. I can just simply crush droids, deflect blaster bolts and move quicker with the Force Seto mused, his orders did not include engaging the enemy. He hadn't the luxury of time to destroy the Empire's enemies. Many enemies.

Seto practically flew inside the Command Center, Officers frantically issuing orders and delivering battle information to the rest of the garrison. "Wipe all our Data clean! Do not attempt to transmit any of our data elsewhere, just destroy and wipe our Data Banks!" Seto ordered loudly to the Officers in the room. "Orders directly from High Moff Malvern," Seto added as he watched the Officers now rush complete their new tasks and assignments.

"Sir!" One of the Officers rushed towards Seto, "We have our reserves on Standby, what should our orders be?" he asked Seto.

"Send them into defensive positions and create safe passage for the Imperial Citizens, top priority to get them all into our Transport Ships," Seto ordered.

As the Officers continued to delete all the data banks and other important information as to not allow any to fall into enemy's hands, the same Officer that approached Seto came back. The order was sent to the reserve Stormtrooper squadrons and were setting up defensive lines with heavy weapons to protect the Imperial Citizens currently taking shelter within the Garrison. Seto nodded and waited in the Command Center to watch all the information feed come through to give Seto a good idea of what to expect.

The walls were breached but only at certain small points, funnel points for Imperial forces to easily inflect heavy casualties if their enemy forced too many through them. Our AT-ST's won't last against their own heavy equipment and vehicles Seto nodded as he was given another update of the Data Bank deletion. Another few minutes and nothing in this Command Center will worth more than scrap Seto sighed as he began to move towards the exit.

One of the Officers ran after Seto, "Sir! The Data Purge is complete! What are our next orders?"

"Begin Evacuation measures, we're leaving," Seto responded, the Officer nodded and saluted Seto to begin their tasks.

The garrison shook once more and Seto ran towards the refugees, while those in the Command Center began their evacuations; Seto himself needed to assure the refugees would make the journey. Thankfully they could stay under cover and away from the majority of heavy attacks, the only issue were the battle droids and individual targets that would make it their personal goal to stop their evacuations. Seto once again used the Force to push himself faster to reach the refugees.

The Stormtrooper reserves already completed their defensive lines with strategic heavy weapon placements to stop vehicles or mass assaults. The Refugees themselves appeared anxious and fearful, their Governor looked no better than his population. Though once the Governor spotted the young Inquisitor he quickly approached Seto with eagerness, "Oh Inquisitor! Certainly this means the Tides are turning for our favor?"

Seto simply shook his head, "Governor we are beginning evacuations, I am to escort the populace towards our transports ships, these Stormtroopers will cover us as we make our way," Seto explained, gesturing for the Governor to move quickly, "We must hurry, time is of the essence,"

The Governor nodded aggressively and with five pairs of Stormtroopers the many refugees of Tatooine began to be herded towards the transport ships. Cries of children and worried stares of fathers and mothers only exasperated the Governor as he too tried to usher his people quickly. Seto though turned away and approached the Captain in charge of covering their evacuations. Don't get too attached, don't get too attached

"We cannot allow any one of our Imperial Citizenry die to our enemies," Seto ordered the Captain, they both knew the implications of holding this line. That is the difference between a Soldier and a Citizen, one prepares to die while the other makes a home worth dying for, Seto thought, the faces of the men, women and children all held meaning. For the Stormtroopers though, they removed their faces and replaced it with the helmets and die proudly for the Empire. Meaning for Stormtroopers were obvious.

"It will cost, what it will cost Inquisitor," The Captain responded with a salute. Seto saluted back before moving back towards the rear of the refugee group, both his lightsabers ignited. His crimson and emerald blades illuminated Seto as he watched carefully the skies above the evacuating Refugees. He saw the kind of vehicles were being used against them, and Seto intended to make sure it was him and not the refugees that would be targeted for attacks.

What will it cost us in the end?

 

[Anastasia Verd]

Side: Confederacy of Independant Systems & Allies
Objective: Task Force Hurrican: Outpost Assault (Team 2)
Enemies: The Galactic Empire & Allies
Post: 3

Spoiler

Armor & Weapons:

• Templar Armor
• Utility Belt
• Curved Lightsaber, Ragnos
• Light-Shield Bracelet
• Czerka Fighting Knife

The droids proceeded their work with haste, or at least Naha'va assumed that was how droids looked like when they were hurrying. Didn't seem too much of a progress but she had never been one for droids. There was a reason her old Master had taken the clones with ease, disgarding these droids for them when the opportunity was given, they were a far better choice. Perhaps she was only prejudice and basing her oppinion on her memories but it hardly matter. "Defenders 1 ans 2 are operational," one of them interrupted her thoughts suddenly. "Continue," Naha'va instructed. "Roger, roger," the droid confirmed order receieved and returne to work, the unit continuing setting up the other five.

Her device identified plenty of chatter, not recognizing some of the voices there though she paid them little attention. None of it was her, and her mission was pretty straight forward, that she now moved close to the droids. "Work faster. Work as though you will be melted if you fail this mission. Which you will." The droids nearest to her suddenly stopped and looked at her but she only continued watching them in all seriousness. "I mean it," Naha'va coldly continued before she reached out for [member="Darth Metus"] (and unknown to her [member="Srina Talon"] ) through the Force. "Two out of seven." It was all she convayed as the droids clumsily resumed their work, obviously the real threat reaching their metal brains before they continued properly, moving faster to complete the third and fourth ones.

"We'll open fire once we're half ready," the hybrid warned the droids as the yontinued, though she recognize the sound in the distance already, her head tilting as she focused on magnifying her hearing a little more through the Force. TIE fighters. Oh, she recognized the sounds of the outdated vessels all too well. "Report as soon as we have four operational. We'll be shooting down outdated crafts before they spot us," she pointed out with a smirk. "Roger, roger," the droids only gave in unity while they continued.

Spoiler

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Kilia"] [member="Aya Clarke"] [member="Darth Atrox"] @Edric [member="Aoker Veru"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="The Matador"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Nyx"] [member="Amaya Cardei"] [member="Jorco Czeku"] [member="Er'in Tenel"] [member="Jayce Pryde"]

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Side: Confederacy of Independent Systems
Objective:Task Force windstorm (Team 3)
Enemies: The Galactic Empire & Allies
Post: 5

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

En route to the Palace​

It was a slow and steady rise, the sand crawler being true to its name as it crawled through the sand on its heavy-duty tread assemblies. Inside the metallic beast, she considered that maybe those who weren't directly involved into watching should engage in a game of sorts to make their time move fast but frankly, Katrine didn't know many indoor games. At least not in a metallic transport filled with a large Hutt and so many different people she didn't know too well yet.

Sapphire gaze noted quickly as [member="Rapax"] moved up to get a better view of the land with [member="Dalton Kenway"] reminding him to report as soon as he spotted something out of the ordinary. He then proceeded to ask if they had entertaining stories to keep them interested before they caught the attention of the Empire. Still talking, he'd moved on to ask about their air support. "Our droid escort will be arriving shortly," she first said, "Katria and the BX droid both stayed outside to protect us. Not sure about the droid but Katria has an eye and a heavy rifle to rid of us our trouble if need be." While she and Katria had a whole different understanding of how to protect each other, she didn't doubt for a second that Katria with a gun of any sort was a danger in its own right.

Her eyes closed as she reached out with the Force to get a sense of what was happening around them. Through it, she could hear the weapons being fired, the hyped emotions spreading in the different fold. "We're definitely missing the fun," Katrine said as she opened her eyes, moving from where she was to the higher levels, joining the Jart Shaman briefly, eager to see what they were missing out from the lower levels "Anything happened?" She'd only asked before examining their surroundings, catching a glance of their protection lining around them.

Something was waiting ahead, she noted through the Force after a few moments, reaching through the Force to sense multiple lifeforms ahead. "Company," she told the Gurlain. "Are Sand People that stupid to raid a vessel surrounded by so many droids?" She asked Rapax though, in reality, her experience with Tatooine told her that she knew the answer to it. They could be, absolutely. And just then, she spotted the flash of fire hit towards the mountain, sapphire gaze focusing on the effect of it, watching the Tusken Raiders take charge for the Storm Troopers. "Smart," she muttered as she heard Dalton's voice from below.

"Sand people, Kenway. Katria seems to have diverted their attention on some Empire troops ahead of us. Temporary problem aversion," she called back. Ahead, the spirits suddenly boomed into her head, diverting her attention back to the massive hole that was ahead of them in the distance. "Chit, make a hard left, get us as close to the Plateau as you can," Katrine ordered the droid operating controls as she reached out. She'd heard of it, an old tale of a scary being hiding underground and eager to feed on just about any lifeform but she hadn't seen it before. Even now, she wasn't sure what it looked like but even the spirits were upset by it as she closed her eyes again and concentrated on a... sarclacc, was it? She could feel it in its hiding place, waking up slowly as if it could feel the Sandcrawler moving against the space. Huge, hungry, with tentacles dancing about in the pit as it woke. There was only one thing she could do as the droid maneuvered the Sandcrawler towards the plateau to avoid the Pit. Connecting to the beast was hard, though Katrine continued until she established a connection, its mind blank and hungry, soothing it.

The Sandcrawler moved slowly, adjusting its new position as she continued focusing on the carnivorous creature, lulling it back down into its Pit before it reached out for them, refusing to break her connection until she felt its tentacles move down and relax, the Sandcrawler managing to create distance between them and the creature on their path, allowing them to pass around it. She'd calmed then herself, feeling it less of a threat now than it had been, their vehicle passing by without becoming its next meal. "You're in charge for five minutes, I need to rest," Katrine muttered to Rapax as she leaned her forehead into his shoulder, needing to regain her strength.

Spoiler

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

 

[Sol Damerin]

LOCATION: En route to Mos Eisley
OBJECTIVE: Secure GE outposts
ALLIES: The CIS in general | [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Zesiro"] & [member="Muad Dib"] specifically
ENEMIES: The GE | Potentially [member="Anya Malvern"] | Potentially [member="Aya Clarke"]

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The voice of Srina Talon reaches Sol's ears asking the classic question when people start swearing. Seeing as he was in a terrible mood he did something he wouldn't have done under normal circumstances. Pressing his finger to his ear he barks back. "No, but I never met the woman." If the echani apprentice hears his reply she would likely be quite taken aback. There was some actual bite to his words, not anger exactly, but his tone carried his stress and emotional state. Given that the silver-haired woman, like most people, had never heard Sol's monotonous voice have any kind of inflection it might be a tad jarring.

Turning his attention back to Zes he finds her crawling off in some random direction. "What are you doing, idiot girl?" He demands moving to her side. After inspecting her leg he decides the easiest way to carry her is over his shoulder. It takes a bit of brute strength and some help from The Force but he manages to lift her up, slinging her up onto his shoulder. He keeps her center of balance, near her hips, on the blade of his shoulder. Her bad leg is left to dangle while he snakes an arm between her legs and around her good one to hold her steady. Keeping her in place he would wait for her to explain what she was doing.

Assuming that Zes told him about the danger her sister was in, this would prompt an explosive effluence of expletives from Sol that would make the most hardened mercenary blush. He would then take off towards the direction his apprentice's sister was. Over the radio, he heard General Clarke calling for a med team to that location. Hopefully, she would either already be helping or amicable to helping Anya, since the woman could be taken, prisoner. He could then catch a lift back with them, drop Zes off with them, and ensure that both were treated well before he rejoined the rest of Task Force Hurricane in their assault.

If Zes didn't tell him about her sister for whatever reason, Sol would instead start sneaking about as best he was able. Hopefully, Zes would be able to direct him to where there are some Empire transports and they could steal one to get them back to CIS lines.

Either way, Sol would explain some things to her. "If you actually used a Force Barrier to absorb some of the force of a mortar shell that's impressive. Force Barrier and what I call a Force Shield are separate things though. What I call a Force Shield is something all Force Wielders learn, it is how you insulate yourself from other peoples Force powers so they can't just tear your lightsaber out of your hands, or shove you into a wall. It's actively using the Force to oppose another person's will. A barrier is an expression of telekinesis in the Force, it is creating a wall of Force energy outside your body to protect yourself from physical blows and energy attacks. If you've been manifesting your Force Shield as a Barrier around yourself that's impressive and a rare talent." Not everyone could create a Barrier as a shell around their body, most had to settle for bubbles or walls.

 

[Qymaen sil Jurai]

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Location: Responding to enemy action, combatting EWAR on Subjugator and continuing Starfall Protocol​

Allies: CIS and allies​

Enemies: Galactic Empire and allies​

Mission: Defend troop transports and destroy enemy ships​

​

The battle above Tatooine had reached it's most chaotic. Or so the droid General had made as his assessment. Alarms sounded across every vessel, droids clattered here and there in an attempt to make the best of a bad situation. Yet the General remained poised to attain the victory he could still see at the end of the tunnel that was before the CIS and their forces. While the battle in orbit had become as hectic as it had, the ground forces had virtually attained their victory with a modicum of effort.

Though all he had to base that information on was spotty communication from the surface. The Super Tactical Droid had slipped momentarily in his EWAR against the Empire.

Stepping away from his console a sudden jolt of the Subjugator shook the entirety of the vessel knocking a number of droids off their balance; his own balance barely retained by the utilization of the claws built onto his mechanical feet. When the jolt subsided the General continued his approach to the viewport to view what had come their way. Only to witness the culmination of a vast amount of green laser fire pounding away at their shields from the fleet of [member="Ephraim Tarkin"].

Their shields were holding, and the Pulse Cannons continued to charge, and the battle was far from over. Turning away from his position the General stepped to his console and pored over the formations of their fighters.

"It would seem they are attempting to find a weakness. Let them be met with nothing of the sort." The General boomed as he relayed a number of commands through the console to the mass variety of fighters flooding the space around his fleet. In almost perfect unison with the messages that had been delivered the droids made to follow the commands; hundreds of squadrons grouping and harassing the fighter screens of the Empire at every attempt.

"Utilize the Discord Missiles. Let none survive." The General boomed once more giving acknowledgement to the fighters that had begun to act. Unceremoniously, and with as much chaos as possible, the fighters unleashed their arsenal upon the fighters that approached from the enemy fleet as a number of Hyena Bombers, escorted by Vulture Droids, began an attack run on the Conquerer Class Destroyers. :: Destroy them before they can destroy us. If you succeed, turn your attention on their command ship. Tear it apart and leave them with nothing but dead space to breathe. ::

Hammered by the enemy fleets lasers, surrounded on all sides by allies and enemies, the General's fleet continued to endure by placing it's largest ships where they were most useful. All the while the Subjugator moved closer and closer to the enemy fleet commanded by Tarkin and any empire ships in the proximity. When the time was right it would be prepared to attack without remorse.

With that done and squared away, in concordance with his previous efforts, the General turned to the Planet Crackers as they continued to plow through the planets atmosphere and down to the surface. Their purpose was clear and as they touched down there was nothing there to prevent them from slowly flooding their payload of droids onto the waiting planet's surface.

Planet Cracker, indeed.

:: [member="Darth Metus"] I have dispatched a force for you to utilize in quelling the remains of the enemy force, :: the General boomed as he directed the planet crackers compliment to make their way to the city of Mos Eisley and the imperial garrison. :: They will secure the area around your position and maintain control of the planets surface until your mission has been finished. ::

He hardly cared for the battle on the surface, if he was being as honest as he could be from the silence of his own mind, but he would not allow their effort to be sundered by the actions of Imperial Fleet. Even still, turning with his mind set, he began to work away at the actions of his fleets vessels.

:: Continue our attack on the enemy vessels. Let them know we're still here and that we will not submit to their meager efforts. :: The General boomed to the vessels under his command, the droids standing at attention momentarily before continuing their efforts across the entire fleet. :: If we cannot bring them into our hand alive, we will burn them to a cinder and drop them into the dune sea. ::

A laugh expelled from his being as he spoke, there was a humor in the idea. Should any survive they would be left to the mercy of Krayt Dragons.

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[member="Aya Clarke"] | [member="Galven Hansol"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Ephraim Tarkin"] | [member="Chūichi Haasa"] | [member="Aram Kalast"] | [member="Esoryuko Tobruk"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]

Fleet of the Droid General

Spoiler

1x Subjugator II-class Destroyer 95/100

Spoiler

- 64x Droid Tri-Fighters
3x Providence II-class Carrier/Destroyer 278/300
- 1,040x Droid Tri-Fighters
- 6x Diamond-class Cruiser
7x Lucrehulk II-class Battleship 655/700
- 4,342x Vulture II Droid Fighters
- 450x C-9979 Landing Craft
15x Recuscant II-class Star Destroyer 1476/1500
- 780 Vulture II Droid Fighters
20x Providence II-class Assault Carrier 1982/2000
- 3,113x Vulture II Droid Fighters
- 960x Hyena class Bombers
10x Separatist Supply Ships 977/1000
- 200x C-9979 Landing Craft
20x Munificent Cruiser 1921/2000
5x PCS-121 "Planet Cracker" Class PAC 500/500
(Numbers addressed in maximum capacity of all ships in groupings - Fighters included as sum of all fighter in each ship of said type)

Summary of Actions

Spoiler

• Maintained position with Munificents in orbit against the the Conquerers to prevent damage to the Lucrehulks in his possession.
• Continued with Starfall Protocol, initiating unloading process of droids onto the surface.
• Used mass of fighters to stop harassment of the enemy fighters screens and bring an attack on each of the conquerers with a contingent of Vulture escorted, Hyena Bombers each.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Chants were silent the Mandalorians joined with the combined forces of [member="Darth Metus"] and [member="Aya Clarke"]. Crushing through the holes that had been made by artillery, or the breaching charges themselves. "Imperials only! No civilians!" Amaya shouted and then repeated in Mando'a to get her point across. Wielding her own pair of tomahawks as the Stormtroopers were met with her brethren. "Kyr'amur eskarie, e'netda neverd!" The garrison walls were battered, scorched with pock shots from the guns, blistered and ripped apart by the Mandalorians that now flooded through the flanks. Innocents were spared but the Stormtroopers were not, blasters and beskads corraled those who retreated from the droids.

Amaya stepped through the dust, her tomahawk rippled through the air catching a Stormtrooper in the back. She rushed toward him and pulled it out while bringing the second one down, a push from her back as she felt the stabbing pain from a vibrosword. She turned and blocked the next attack with the crossing of her tomahawks, Amaya placed her boot against his armor and pushed him back again. Ducking under one swing the Mandalorian swung and missed his arm but came back around with the second tomahawk to cut his fingers off at the joints.

"Vod, we are here, reinforcements inbound."

Caal I'dadr had arrived. [member="Muad Dib"] would receive the assistance he so desperately needed, but first the drops, ships with drops moved to make their runs. From behind the garrison, Mandalorian transports would hit just as their drop pods would. Fang Fighters rushed to meet the TIE Fighters in the sky, as what seemed to be a wave of Mandalorians rushed forward from the Tatooine sands.

"Good, now go help my father's people!" Amaya ordered on comms and thanked her lucky stars that Beskar was as strong as it could be. Another Stormtrooper had met with her in battle and they were now locked in a duel.

On the ground, Lorsima Gratiir, Teyn's older sister led the reinforcements directing them to charge at the AT-AT's and other Imperial vehicles and transports with their artillery while their heavy infantry and shock troopers rushed forward to meet any retreating Stormtrooper. They sky's heavy shadows would be relieved as the gunships and capital ships, would be led to engage with Imperial forces.

Caal aboard the Onderon made contact with the Confederacy. "I am Caal I'dadr for Clan Verd, where do you need us, direct our guns and we shall focus our fire."


Akaan Tsad Tyatr Tracyn: War Group Starfire
Commanded by Caal I'dadr of Clan I'dadr, minor of Clan Verd.

Spoiler

2x Kandosii
12x Jehavey'ir
18x Crusaders
6x Kirehe
24x Tangata
48x Savea
48x Auli'i

 

[Zesiro]

Location: Tatooine, battle field
Enemies: CIS and their allies
Allies: GE, their allies and [member="Sol Damerin"]
Objective: Reach [member="Anya Malvern"] and get away

Letting out more a yowl of pain than objection, Zesiro found herself being carried. Luckily it was in the direction of Anya and not away. Through the sounds of battle around them, she caught about half of what he said when he asked what she doing.

Loosely waving an arm in the direction they were heading, she was able to get out of her clenched teeth the single word, "sister."

The rest of what he said about the barrier and shield he had been trying to teach and the differences, she also caught about half of what he said. Not because she wasn't listening, but the sound of battle and the pain she was in kept her slightly distracted. Not able to fully focus, she expected Sol to have to repeat it at a quieter time. Once they got out of the middle blasted battle zone.

However, she practically beamed at what he said about her barrier being a rare and impressive skill.

"Well, I still need to work on it. If I had better mastery of it, my leg wouldn't be broken."

That was she said, at least for now.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Side: Confederacy of Independent Systems
Objective: Task Force windstorm (Team 3)
Enemies: The Galactic Empire & Allies
Post: 5

She was inside the sandcrawler.

She was inside the sandcrawler.

And she hated it with every fiber of her being.

Apparently, her usage of her words earlier hadn't been randomly chosen. She actually felt like she was inside a metal oven. Folktales of metal bulls with people inside sprung to her mind, and she swallowed hard, forcing those memories that didn't even belong to her down. Panic was threatening to rise and she closed her eyes, taking deep breaths. She could feel generations of deWinter women looking at her with horror and contempt for panicking just now. She tried to swallow that down as well.

Grabbing onto the first rail she could find, Scherezade crouched, her head tucked safely between her knees, and she continued to breath. In and out. Controlled. It made absolutely no sense. There was literally no difference between being on a ship or being in this thing. There was no reason for this. Issues with the sand people went right over her head, her mind entirely elsewhere. If anyone lingered around her, she was blissfully unaware.

When she'd finally regained control of herself, eyes now open, and she stood up, the sandcrawler just took a sharp turn.

Grumbling, she adjusted her stance so she wouldn't fall. And made a small mental adjustment not to go into sandcrawlers in the near future again. Losing those precious minutes would've made her a liability if they'd been dealing with enemy forces.

I need to fight something, she gently nudged into Kat's head. There would be no other way to get over the feeling that were trying to flood her now. First chance of killing something, I'm doing it.

​

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[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
[member="Katria Vekarr"]
[member="Rapax"]
[member="Dalton Kenway"]
[member="Daxton Bane"]
[member="Darth Saethus"]
[member="Aithne Charr"]
[member="Chalim Vern"]
[member="BX-25233"]
[member="Amadi the Banished"]
[member="Akabane"]
[member="Riggs"]

 

[Muad Dib]

Location: Main competents of Task Force Unicorn at the flank of the CIS Storm Fleet, Blastoise Cruisers in orbit above enemy and ally locations with Starfighter screen in low orbit
Objective: don't die, resist and defeat the Empire, oh ... don't die
Allies: Confederacy of Independent Systems
Enemies: Galactic Empire

The collision between the Inconsequential and Charlie wasn't a head to head which would have ended in catastrophe for both capital ships. Yet it was enough that several members of the crew went flying around the bridge. Even the Mad Man, Muad Dib, was affected as the impact sent him staggering back into the command chair.

Klaxons began blaring as reports began to come in with damage from Charlie. Rising to his feet once more his mind continued racing as he viewed the fleets arrayed throughout the pitched space battle.

The Gambler's Fate continued moving away with the three carriers and even as he watched another volley from [member="Chūichi Haasa"] forces streak toward the retreating group. The starfighter screen managed to take out quite a few of the incoming missiles however the amount of firepower sent at Gambler's Fate would most likely end very badly.

However, cutting into the battle's engagement were the three Providence class ships sent by [member="Aya Clarke"] that intersected a portion of the devastating Imperial attack. Despite the valiant effort of the starfighter and the reinforcements the Gambler's Fate still took several direct hits which caused more explosions along the hull. Another one of the Facade Carriers fell to the onslaught, the ship exploding sending debris into space.

Gritting his teeth Muad snarled as he focused on the attack on Charlie the Unicorn. The ship shuddered as the shields flickered and several hits scoured into the Unicorn's armor. One good thing about his ship was it could take a pounding, but too much would inevitably destroy it. As the providences merged into the fight one of the ships broke the plane which aided in protecting Charlie. Growling, Muad turned to Captain Hrakness.

"Divert all power from weapon systems and amp our engines. Destination Tatooine. We're going for a ride. All non-essential systems power are to be diverted to the tractor beams. The Inconsequential is going for a ride with us."

As the engines exerted more power to the already barreling Charlie, the ship shuddered as the planet of Tatooine began to near. Nodding to Lieutenant Ames to open a channel to the ship he spoke.

"Prepare for impact."

Fleet:

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Task Force Unicorn

Flagship: Charlie the Unicorn
~ x40 E-25 Starfighter

Gambler's Fate
~ x24 E-25 Starfighter
~ x12 Umbra Class Dropship

x2 Facade Class Pocket Carrier
(Per Facade Carrier)
~ x36 Dread Class Light Fighter
~ x4 Cutlass Class Gunship

x16 Dire Class Patrol Ship
(Per Dire Class Patrol Ship)
~ x4 Cutlass Class Gunship
~ x2 Umbra Class Dropship

~ x4 Nest Carrier
(Per Nest Carrier)
~ x24 E-25 Starfighter
‎ ~ x48 Dread Class Light Fighter
~ x6 Umbra Class Dropship

~ x16 Blastoise Armored Escort Cruiser

Fleet Actions:

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The Gambler's Fate and three Facade Carriers continue retreating.
Starfighter screen takes out some of the incoming missiles.
The three providences intersect with some of the incoming Imperial volley.
The Gambler's Fate takes several hard hits and one Facade Carrier is destroyed.

Charlie the Unicorn is sitting "on top" of the Inconsequential.
Takes damage from enemy barrage with hits piercing the shields and hitting the armored hull.
The providences break the firing plane of the Imperial ships.
Charlie reinforces the tractor beams and engines attempting to hall the Inconsequential with it toward the planet and it's atmosphere.

(Orbit/Low orbit)
The x16 Blastoise Cruisers fire weapons on the Corvettes sent to enter Tatooine atmosphere.
Twelve squadrons rising from Tatooine also fire a salvo at the imperial ships.

(Low orbit/atmosphere)
x12 squadrons engage event star fighters and prepare to assist the ground teams with air assaults if needed.

 

[Anya Malvern]

Location-killing field of the desert
Objective-survive
Enemies-death
Allies-living, [member="Aya Clarke"] [member="Zesiro"]

The world was so numb and felt so cold, she smiled lightly to herself as she closed her eyes for a second and felt the world fading ever so slowly from her mind. The force surrounding her for but a second before her eyes shot open and she reached doit back for reality. Her hand shot up towards the lady as she gripped her shirt breathing quickly as she glanced around before she let go and fell back a bit as she coughed a bit blood splattering out from...whatever injuries she sustained.

can't die....can't

Her voice was was hoarse and barely came out, the pain through her body was beyond describing. She would rather go through vengeances training yet again then feel exactly what she was feeling now. The world faded again as she relaxed glancing down to see chunks of her leg missing completely charred a but from the cauterization. She a whispered a few words, drifting on the force right to her apprentice [member="Seto Du Couteau"]

please take care of him....the force will one day bring you to me...

 

[Daxton Bane]

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

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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.

Allies:

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[member="Katria Vekarr"] [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] [member="Rapax"] [member="Dalton Kenway"] [member="Darth Saethus"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Aithne Charr"] [member="Chalim Vern"] [member="BX-25233"] [member="Amadi the Banished"] [member="Akabane"] [member="Riggs"]

Daxton loved Tatooine, the harsh unforgiving climate, hungry cut throat competition, a planet perfect for breeding the next generation of combat clones he planned to create. He planned to create new cloning facility out in the wastes. Combining th best DNA of mandalore, tuskan raiders and a host of other species, the Dark Lord fully intended to use the desert world as a proving ground, testing the strong and eliminating the weak. But first, they would have to secure it from the Galactic Empire.

So far the enemy have not made any contact, perhaps part due to fear, part incomeptence or perhaps they just really weren’t as commited to keeping world for themselves. Hardly suprising, considering that many considered Tantooine to be a scab on the backside of the galaxy, A hive of scum and villany, a rather colorful descriptive of it.

Still he did hope some sort of opposition would show up, his fingers were itching to drive his blades into something, preferably something soft, squishy and filled with blood. He would hate to stab the Hutt by accident, but to be honest the temptation was slowly building up on the back of mind.

 

[Srina Talon]

Planetside on Tatooine - Imperial Garrison [Hallway] Near Command Center​

The Sith Apprentice remained flanked by the droid complement that she’d borrowed, with very little intention of returning, to [member="Aya Clarke"]. They pooled ahead like marching ants, moving in standard formation, initially managing to hold their own. The young woman let her mind flow over the field of engagement, a narrow hallway that led to the Imperial Command Center, and through her own power, and that of her Master—she could paint a fragile picture. She could feel life. Emotion. Fear, pain, and anger. Death. There were already deceased Novatroopers. That, Srina had not quite expected. The battle droids were competent, it was true, but generally speaking, it could be difficult to overcome well-trained flesh and blood soldiers. There was something to be said for the soul, for organic ingenuity, that most automatons could not fully replicate.

It was the reason they had brought a variety of mechanical soldiers, and had brought them to excess, for the sheer fact that for every droid that fell—there were a dozen more to take its place. They were a veritable legion. A tidal wave, designed to overwhelm, terrify, and destroy.

The dark-haired man in the gray uniform had ordered some of his people away. The pale-skinned Echani could feel warm bodies departing, absconding, as if the hounds of oblivion were on their heels. Perhaps they were.

All at once the overwhelming sound of metal feet scraping the floor seemed to stop. There was a presence in the Force that had grown, swirling, changing, and consuming. The Echani knew that particular flavor of night. It existed in many individuals that she had come across, but more than anything, it was present in those that had strayed from the light. Over the past few missions, especially on Kubindi, she had even felt vestiges of it in [member="Aryn Teth"]. Srina could hear droid squad leaders calling for evasive measures, but it wasn’t until she stepped out from around the corner, did she actually see the reason why. Ah, him. Of course, it was him.

The human Imperial was a sight to behold, terrorizing her droids almost blindly, while not entirely seeming to realize that they were not alone. So focused was he on protecting his men. Echani eyes could see things they should not. His stance, his movements, his expression. He felt like a complicated lesson about weak and unstable molecular bonds that she wasn’t quite intellectually gifted enough to understand. A firm shock, a surprise, a disaster…It all made her wonder if this man might explode. But, that was merely an observation, based on both visual cues, and what she gleaned through the Force.

It could be entirely wrong. Or, exactly right.

The manifestation of strength born of the darkside wrapped tighter around the Imperial with every step he took. More droids fell, being reduced to little more than scrap metal, and a loud yell signaled the pinnacle of something significant. A kinetic wave tore through a good number of her troops and Srina rose her arms, crossed before her to brace herself, before slowly lowering them. One silver eye, pure as the dawn lingered on what appeared to be a High Moff making his land stand, while the other was a stark yellow-gold that reflected the Sith Corruption he had just embraced. “Impressive.”, she spoke both verbally and mentally, her dulcet tones cold and sharp, as only broken glass could be. It reverberated in the hallway, filling the minds of the troopers, echoing with stolen power. “But not impressive enough.”

d w o m u t s i q s a​

The invocation that fell from primrose lips was little more than a vicious hiss. She spoke no louder than she needed to and yet, it would be heard by all present. Felt. Her actions were not entirely her own. It had never become more evident to her than when she began to instinctively pull on threads of sorcery in the Force. Guided by [member="Darth Metus"], through the mind-meld he had performed, she drew on strength she wouldn’t otherwise know. Srina Talon the Sith Apprentice would have organized her troops and called for reinforcements if she couldn’t make headway on her own. Srina Talon, infused with the knowledge, experience, and power of her Master had all but forgotten the limitations of being a student. She acted with his hand, his thoughts, and his might.

Her body abruptly bent forward and the pale-beauty was forced to expel something bleak and murky from her mouth. In that moment she felt pain. Agony, in more words than she knew how to describe. The unnatural darkness that rolled through her from her Master burned her nerve endings raw. Srina could feel her body tremble against her will. She knew the silent death that she would bring to the soldiers in the garrison...But was it worth the cost? Use of the Force in this way often seemed to come with a whimsical cosmic price. She couldn't imagine what she would be required to pay. What she would be required to lose. The substance fell in an airy cloud of smoke and ash, before it began rolling, twisting, and changing. It writhed as it grew before it rapidly solidified. It was a nightmare made real.

The newly summoned Smoke Demon rose to its full height of seven feet and baleful yellow eyes pierced the High Moff. A sickly aura filled the hallway and its psychic senses reached for the things the men before it most feared. Srina did not know how to communicate with it, only, she knew that she could.

Her chin rose and her eyes remained on [member="Adron Malvern"], seeming to be able to see him through her creation, versus looking around it. ‘Forward.’, she mentally commanded of the dreambeast, and the behemoth lumbered ahead. It held no fear. No hesitation. Only their will.

Equipment:

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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

Summary:

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• Still within the Imperial Garrison, facing off against [member="Adron Malvern"].
• Summoned a Smoke Demon [Through mind-meld with [member="Darth Metus"]]
• Has taken significant droid losses out of the complement she 'borrowed'. There aren't many left.

 

[Adron Malvern]

​

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Objective: Destroy the Smoke Demon, Kill [member="Srina Talon"] , Buy time for the evacuation
​Location: Tatooine, Garrison hallways
​Allies: Galactic Empire
​Enemies: CIS

The platoon of droids had been all but defeated by the Novatrooper squad, as all that remained was their Commander Adron had an uneasy feeling shoot through him. He could see the woman, with nearly platinum blonde hair and the presence of the Dark Side dripping from her. As the Novatroopers moved to advance, Adron's free hand came over his shoulder's in a fist, commanding them to stop. The shallow sound of a word could be heard uttered from the woman, causing Adron to narrow his eyes in confusion. "What-" His words were cut before completion, for the Dark Side of the Force had begun to shift and move violently around them.

​What is happening? He mused, the mere presence of the Force causing a bead of sweat to fall down from his brow. He watched the Sith reel forward for a moment, something falling from her mouth. He should have commanded his men to shoot the woman, or armed his lightsaber against the woman, he could even have tapped into the Force himself, hoping to find the answer to the question in his mind.

​The substance that the Sith had expelled from her mouth began to twist and grow, it's own movements practically becoming a reflection of the aching Dark Side. In the back of his head Adron could feel the pain that this abomination was causing, it was a manifestation of shadow and darkness, a terror made reality.

​The young Jedi had never seen a Smoke Demon, nor had he heard of it's kind. He could recognize the heretical ways of Sith Sorcery for what they were, and they brought fear into his heart. The Novatrooper's, not able to feel the magnitude of the beast, stepped forward, freeing their blaster's on the rising beast.

​The sound of blaster fire slamming into the cold walls of the Garrison hall caused Adron to give off a subtle exhale. This beast was beyond blaster fire and munitions, it could only be met by the Force and with any luck, a lightsaber. Stepping forward, Adron flexed his arms, holding them out to either side of him. As he did, the Force built into his chest, preparing a kinetic wave. In the last moment his hands shifted in reverse, faced behind the Dark Jedi. The Kinetic blast erupted from his back, blowing the squad of Novatroopers back down the hall. As the unguarded Novatrooper's flew through the hall, Adron had no doubt they would feel some pain from the technique.

​His lightsaber was brandished, cutting over the panel for the halls blast door control. The slice had forced the systems into malfunction, and slowly the blast doors used to separate the halls began to fall. Behind him a door closed, separating him from the squad of Novatroopers that had been prepared to do battle with him.

​"Your service to the Empire is not yet over." He muttered, before looking up to the Demon that overshadowed his master behind him. The beast's approach was slow and deliberate, even when tapping into the creature's mind Adron could find no weakness, only a sense of destruction that would be directed towards Adron.

​The beast gave a subtle grunt, it's arm propelling forward, the cloud of darkness and smoke extending far past that of a normal being and finding it's way to the High Moff. Adron pulled the hilt of his lightsaber close to his head, thrusting the blade of the weapon out to connect with the advancing shadows. Like light through darkness, the blade pierced through the shadows, yet the Demon did not reel in pain or halt his attack. Instead, the shadows wrapped around Adron's lightsaber, avoiding the blade as the acidic shadows slid up the man's arm.

​It felt as if Adron's left arm was being boiled in a pot of water, he was forced to reel back in pain. The High Moff was offered no reprieve as the Demon continued it's advance. The beast's other arm had kept a corporal form as it flew towards Adron's face. The punch felt as if it had come from a Wookie or a beast of significant strength. Dropping his lightsaber from his hands Adron was slammed into the blast door he had just closed. The soft tap of the hilt hitting the ground could be heard as the hum of his blade was replaced with silence.

​Blood trickled down from his nose as the beast approached. The crimson liquid falling into his lips he quickly spit out a slob of blood before throwing his arms forward.

​You are not the only one who can call upon the Dark Side.

​His thoughts were filled with anger and hate, the point of his focus the demon in front of him. "Agh!" He yelled, the Force flowing from his arms in another kinetic wave. The unsuspecting monster was thrown back from Adron, allowing the High Moff to move to a knee, still off-balance by the monster's vicious attack.

​With his hand outstretched to the weapon, Adron called on his lightsaber through the Force, watching as the silver hilt of the blade flew into his palm. Quickly he would reignite the blade, standing to his full height as he looked down to his sleeve. Most of the material had been burned away by the acidic demon's shadowy mist. The only thing that had saved his arm from severe burns was the Asheran weave that was woven into his uniform, but on his right arm most of that weave had been burned away as well.

​The Smoke Demon had been diluted with the Force, the rapid impact of the kinetic wave forcing the beast to partially revert back to it's cloud like form. It quickly regained it's shape and those demonic eyes were once again fixed on Adron. As the beast lumbered forward for a second time, Adron drew his sword from it's place on his hip. The blade was sharp and edged with Devaronian blood poison. Yet it was not meant for the Demon who would likely not even feel the blade, no. His eyes fell on the platinum haired witch who stood behind the monster. His blade, was for her.

​The monster approached once again, and this time Adron was quick to meet it. He ran forward, trying to gain as much speed in the short distance that he could. This time when the Demon's mighty fist came down, Adron cut his heels against the ground, allowing him to slide his body to the side and avoid the punch. Adron brought his lightsaber over his head in a wide arc as he severed the beast's arm, forcing it too to return to a cloud of shadows for a moment. In that moment Adron strafed to the beast's side, reversing his grip on his lightsaber as he brought the weapon's hilt in towards his chest.

​Once in place his lightsaber flew once again, slicing into the monster's leg and severing it as he had the arm. The creature let out a blood curling roar, that Adron could not differentiate between pain or anger. It meant nothing to him, with the beast immobilized for the moment it left Adron with a clear path to his target. With both of his blades held to either side, Adron charged the Sith woman, bringing his lightsaber up, the hilt close to his chest as he feigned a jab with the weapon. In the last moment, before he would connect, he threw himself into a spin, instead of a jab with his lightsaber, he had aimed his poisoned blade for a slash against her shoulder. "I will kill you!" He promised her.

[member="Srina Talon"]

 

[Aya Clarke]

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• Commanding Officer: General "Ser" @Aya Clarke of the "Iron Crusade"
• Wearing: Knightly Armor (in sig)
• Carrying: Knightly Sword, Gifted Lightsaber (both in sig)
• Allegiance: CIS
• Currently: On the Surface of Tattooine (Imperial Garrison)
• Post: 6

Aya glanced to the side when the woman grabbed her cape, which had gotten scrunched up around her, and spoke the short few words to her. She huffed and continued to book it, blaster fire raining down around her as she finally reached the CIS lines. "If I intended you to be dead you would be already. Now hush and save your strength, you're going to need it." She unslung the woman and set her on the sand, looking over her injuries. It was a miracle the woman was alive, though how all the wounds were cauterized was beyond her. She sighed and began to remember her training from back home. The leg was torn up, chunks gone, muscles and ligaments scattered to the sands back where she had landed. It wasn't going to be pretty but...

Aya tore off part of her cloak, turning it into a thick roll of fabric and putting it in Anya's mouth. "Bite this not your tongue. Take a deep breath, the leg won't make it." Benefit of lightsabers, she thought to herself as she ignited her blue blade, they cauterized wounds perfectly for field amputations. She breathed slowly herself, positioning Anya so she was resting as comfortably as possible, before taking a swing at the leg, just high enough to remove the useless portions and leave what was still intact safe for future replacements. Of course she could still roll away if she wished to keep it for some reason, but regardless that was the moment that Sol and his battered apprentice would arrive, whether the amputation worked or not. It took the warrior all of a few moments and a glance to determine the state that Zes was in, and she gestured to the woman she'd rescued. "Take them both to the rally point, they can receive more medical attention there than we can provide out here and remain relatively safe. That is an order."

Whether he obeyed or not she still had a job to do. So she turned back to face the front, and began a full sprint towards the Garrison. She held up a tiny shield from her shield gauntlet, covering her face from blaster fire as she returned to the frontline, where finally destruction of the AAT's was taking place. The first line was actually being destroyed, mostly through detonators thrown into the missile compartments causing catastrophic damage. She had to admire the ingenuity, if any stormtroopers surrendered, she'd have to offer them a place as one of her soldiers. Though that was a distant dream, as one AAT was destroyed not far from her, causing her to take cover from the debris. Droids were getting through, but the small gap was still causing a massacre, she needed something more to get inside that facility.

So, she did what any sensible woman would. She grabbed a destroyed AAT's hull by the handhold, and dug her lightsaber inside, cutting out a kite shield, with the large, teardrop shape. Then, she sheered the thickness so it could be carried, stabbed two holes to the left of the handhold, and again used a part of her cap as makeshift rope to fasten the makeshift shield to her arm. Now this, this was how Aelozath citizens waged war. Ingenuity, resourcefulness, and with a thick piece of steel between them and the enemy's weapon.

She tried to imagine the shock of the stormtroopers still fighting off droids as she stepped through the breech using the destroyed hull of an AAT as a shield. She further tried to imagine the fear as she swung her lightsaber from one to the next, moving through them with lethal efficiency. She couldn't. Her mind was too focused on the objective, break through their lines, take the command center. That left her plenty of opportunity to continue fighting onwards, and every time she encountered troopers not already shooting her, she would call out loudly to them, "Put down your weapons and surrender, you will be treated fairly, on my honor." It didn't seem particularly effective, but she tried. Thusly, did General Aya Clark, with lightsaber and shield of all things, lead the surging droids towards the command center.


Action Summary:

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• Attempted to amputate Anya's destroyed leg.
• Ordered Anya and Zesiro evacuated.
• Spent some time by a destroyed AAT creating a makeshift shield.
• Began joining the droids in surging through the gap towards the Garrison command center.
• Calling for the enemy's surrender with promises of fair treatment.

Army Composition:

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105,500 B1 Droids (1000 MTTs) - Engaged -
10,500 B2 Droids (1000 MTTs) - Engaged -
2,772 AATs
1 General Aya Clarke

CIS Team Hurricane Tag List

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[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Kilia"] [member="Anastasia Verd"] [member="Darth Atrox"] [member="Aoker Veru"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="The Matador"] [member="Mythos"] [member="Nyx"] [member="Sol Damerin"] [member="Amaya Cardei"] [member="Jorco Czeku"]

GE Tag List:

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[member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Anse Tahvo"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Zesiro"] [member="Koenrad Neistov"] [member="Vrapir Detta"] [member="Fedrig"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Digam Merith"] [member="Amun"] [member="Esmond Morcus"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Location: GE Garrison Outskirts - Garrison Outer exist
Objective: Decimate and Conquer
Allies: [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Anastasia Verd"] | [member="Kainan Wolfe"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | [member="Katria Vekarr"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Anya Malvern"]
Enemies: GE and buddies ​

​

​Warfare. Like many other worlds and undoubtedly tatooine before now, the very earth and rock of the planet suffered under the turbulence of war. Heavy boots of AE troopers, kicking up desert rock as they sprinted in the wake of the Chieftain. Massive, AM-AT walkers bipedal limbs slowly marching upward through the landscape as they fired upon whatever happened to be in their way.

​Hammer Artillery positions would now be firing on the Galactic Empires held positions, laying waste to whatever soldiers and vehicles that may have remained. Their were grossly outnumbered, pushed to the brink in all but an instant by a singular savage strike. Yes, their allies had lost many but were they stood now. The enemy was on the cusp of defeat. They had fallen so easily, so ill prepared that it seemed that the Confederates had to exude little to no effort in the face of such a feeble enemy.

​The Matador stood, marching as Ancient Eye clonetroopers began to flood onward to [member="Anya Malvern"]s previously held position. Their heavy bronze armour was like a tidal wave crashing upon the Galactic Empires defences, the brutality of it was amusing. Even still, the Matador marched slowly. Oribuir in hand as but a few stranglers met a quick end at the edge of his blade. His eyes observed the trodden bodies of the fallen. How his troopers had crushed bone and flesh in the wake of their assault, Thrawn tanks following not far behind.

​The Matador stopped as a frag grenade exploded adjacent to him, causing him to wince yet the momentum moved his little. He felt it, the thud of enemy feet, the resounding silence as the battle grew close to its finality. Yet, still the resistance continued viciously as those within the Galactic Empire made a final stand. Troops ushering hushed words to themselves, praying that they might survive. But it was to no avail, his men did not take prisoners. Still, it felt wrong. They were retreating.

​The Matador called a tank to his position, leaving the 10,000 to hold that position.. However, the rest of his men had another objective. Those who would retreat, they deserved no less than slaughter. The Matador spearheaded the attack of his soldiers, sprinting beyond the entry point into the garrison that [member="Srina Talon"] had made. No, they wouldn't attempt to leave that way. Not where they suspected the enemy was in their fullest. Instead, to the back of the Garrison. The Galactic Empires forces appeared more and more minimal as they continued. Pressing past empty barracks and towards their vehicle bay.

​The Matador stopped short, watching as the Ancient Eye clones leapt from railings above the Vehicle bay, swarming the retreating Galactic Empire troopers as they attempted to power up whatever vehicles remained unscathed in the combat and escape however they could. 10,000 strong, backed by a total of 30 of the remaining Thrawn tanks, some destroyed by rocket positions.

​The Imperials scrambled, Novatroopers quick to protect the staff of the Garrison; throwing themselves in the way of a ocean of orange blaster fire escaping from the assault rifles of clone-troopers. The Matador felt no rush of adrenaline, no surge of swelling pain or hatred. His movements were slow, only acting in response to attacks. The Chieftain marched toward the centre of the Vehicle bay, watching as his own troopers held Novatroopers in place, using their Khopesh's to gut and remove limbs. Even nailing some to the walls of the hangar bay as a form of impromptu crucifixion.

​"War...Hmph.."

​The Matador growled lowly to himself, grunting as he almost half-chuckled at the thought that any being could consider this war. This was slaughter. Like lambs, the Imperials hurdled together foolishly in last ditch efforts to survive. It was a mistake they would not live to repeat. A throbbing impulse urged him towards the Garrisons heart, moving past his own men and the confines of their safety. Perhaps more formidably foes still remained within the confines of their command centre.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

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

And what exactly did she mean by that? Oh, it was all pointless. Clearly neither of these people had held a position of actual political or economic importance in their lives. And if this was their reaction to something as trite as cutting deals with Tatooine's top three most wanted criminals, then they never would. More's the pity for them, Tytos supposed. They would work themselves to death and have nothing to show for it, and their vague samplings of power would come from their short interactions with him here today. Faced with this realization, Tytos elected to become smug rather than indignant.

Though this would not make him much more pleasant to deal with, it should be said.

Tytos restrained a delicate scoff when she mentioned they had his back. Did they really? "Ah, I feel safer already." Lyla and soldier boy, nothing but trouble, he could already tell. But such were the cards he had been dealt. He would just have to make them count.

Abruptly, the main doors to the warehouse rattled open - pushed aside by a pair of shock troopers. The sudden influx of natural light threatened to daze Tytos' sensitive vision, but once he adjusted he could see three figures. Weequays all of them. Two tall, sturdy warriors in modernized lamellar, large vibroaxes held aloft. Between them the small form of an ancient woman, hunched and leaning on a walking stick for support. Unlike her escorts, her attire was much more lavish. Jewels were interwoven into her dress and a ring adorned each finger. This was Tu Mai, the smuggler Queen of Mos Entha... As if the gaudy display wasn't enough of an indicator.

They did not wait to be invited in, but marched forward as if they owned the place. But this was Bestine. In some aspects, they already did.

Time to get started. Actually started, that is. No more faffing about with the golden children sent to supervise him. Tytos bowed graciously, "Tu Mai, it is an honor and a privilege to-"

By now she was already in front of the trio, sharp and cynical eyes immediately passing over Tytos and on to Lyla and Fidelis. "Who are these people?"

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Location: GE Garrison Hallways
Objective: Decimate and Conquer
Allies: [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Anastasia Verd"] | [member="Kainan Wolfe"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | [member="Katria Vekarr"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Anya Malvern"]
Enemies: GE and buddies | [member="Adron Malvern"]​

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​The sound of battle was dull inside the hallways of the facility, but one resounding noise was clear. Fear.​ Those who remained within the Garrisons inner levels were now very much aware that they were surrounded. Ancient Eye forces pouring into their Vehicular Bay, halting their retreat as CIS droids swarmed inward.

​The Matador stopped, turning a corner as the hallway ahead of his was full of Imperials. Maybe ten, maybe twenty. They were rushing about, grabbing their gear and preparing to leave. They were going nowhere. The walls appeared to darken, doors locking on all sides as the lights sparked and shuddered, metal waning in pain, groaning as all that would be visible to the eyes of the troopers in the hallway were two scarlet red eyes. Glowing in the darkness, standing almost two feet in the air above the rest; towering as the shimmering lights revealed a massive hulking metal form. The Matador activated the magnetic field of his armour, the muscles of his body growing taunt and stiff as the field pushed out from his skin, every molecule of his body was tugged at; ripped forward uncomfortable in a perpetual suffering as the magnetism wretched at his sickly heart.

The agony was impossible to quantify, the Giant shook; shrieking in a animalistic howl that could only be described as entirely inhuman. Dark, embroiled rage was personified in an instant as the agonising pain fuelled his power. The Dark Rage of the force, the accumulated negativity of one being. It all came to a boiling point in that moment, a century long life; ruled for the most part by a being of infinite power in the unknown regions, a violation of untold shame. A death sentence, a life condemned by the very nature of its being. A bottomless pool of rage and pain focused into a violent energy.
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Twenty-Six.

​A telekinetic shockwave exploded from the Matador, knocking back the first four around to him. The blast caught them in their chests first, the full brunt of the blast shattering bone, small shards splintering into their organs; the kinetic pulse crushing their lungs, livers, and hearts like grapes under a boot. Twenty-Two. ​Their bodies jolted backward, slamming against the confines of the Durasteel walls that they had hoped would protect them. The Matador dashed forward, a massive chrome foot crushing the foot of one of the fallen as Oribuir came to hand, the massive blade of Beskar exploded with a hot thriving orange plasma, the magma crystal sat within its pommel coming to light through the unorthodox weapon.

The blade cut through the first two like butter, the weight of the weapon causing it to slam into the wall to his right as the Matador swung his blade adeptly in his dominant left hand. Twenty. ​The Magnetic field pulsated from the massive armoured Chieftain, reflecting blaster bolts as they came. Catching not one but two, once in the throat and the other through the visor and into his eye. ​Eighteen. His right hand shot outward as the blade curved, turning at a vertical to cover his body as the plasma of the saber reflected bolts on his own. The force ripped a Imperial from his footing, pulling him towards the Matador as his right arm reared backward and collided with the Imperial as he was helplessly sprung forward; the massive weight of the Matador accelerated almost exponentially by the rage inducing enhancement of his strength and speed. The man was obliterated, his upper body was pulverised. Seventeen.

​All the Matador could see was a flood of red, the heat of their flesh as it twisted and writhed under his metallic grasp. The surge of their blood as it turned sour, like any animal. The meat was ruined by fear, the Chieftain used the momentum of his strike to propel himself forward; hunching his upper torso as he brought Oribuir to bare, his right hands momentum leading to the hilt as he skewered another; his body falling into halves. ​Sixteen. ​It seemed as though some had gained their courage, charging at him as they attempted to circle him in the corridor. The Matador pulled Oribuir close, half-swording the blades edge into the stomach of the Imperial on his right. His hands slid down to the edge of the weapon, ripping it from his chest and thrusting the hilt of his blade outward, swinging it like a hammer as the cross-guard crushed the chest of the Imperial to his left, causing his chest to cave in and blood to spurt against his visored face. ​Fourteen.

​​The blaster fire, continued as the Matador's right shoulder took the brunt of the attack, absorbing the brunt of the blaster bolts. His mag-coils were pressured, throwing his neural interface into overdrive as the Matador moved with the intensity of a starving animal. The Chieftains hands came free of Oribuir, dual Gladius' extended from his wrists as he pressed forward; leaping like an animal at the Fourteen remaining as they appeared to have began smouldering through one of the doors. His right Gladius sunk into the closest enemy, the blades broadness crushing his collarbone and causing his head to dangle as the Matador tossed his body spiralling over the heads of his enemies, causing a few to duck as they were soaked in his blood. ​Thirteen. The Matador ducked, using his momentary cover to change his position; striking his left Gladius into the stomach of another as he turned to move. The closest turned his gun on the Matador's head, firing a slug from his shotgun directly at his eyes.

The bullet breached the magnetic field, scrapping away at the Ceramic Laminate underneath. The Matador's right Gladius crushed his shotgun, his hand moving a few inches upward as a metal hand grasped around the mans face at a downward angle, allowing him to throttle him upward and slamming into the ground. ​Twelve. The Matador's upper torso twisted backward as he dodged a volley of shots as the door ahead finally came free of its hinges. Allowing a few to escape, his left Gladius carved through another as he pushed his allies back towards the door as they all turned to run. Eleven.​ ​The Matador's massive strides carried him faster than they could all fit through the doorway, grabbing an Imperial in his right hand, pushing his chest over himself as he thrust his left Gladius into the neck of his prey, his body falling limp as the Matador's iron grip released him. ​Ten.

​Those that remained had made it through the door, with the Matador quickly following. Only a few foolish enough turned their bodies to save their friends. A total of three, turning to face the Giant in a triangle formation as the others attempted to run around the hallways curve and out of sight. The Matador propelled himself forward, over a thousand pounds of weight in momentum thrust forward as he swung both Gladius at the two adjacent to each other, thrusting both of their bodies over his shoulder as his foot knocked the third back, flying into the wall ahead and splattering violently. Seven.

​​The Matador charged like a maddened bull, catching one as he turned around the corner with his weight. Crushing the Imperial against the wall, another was just within his reach; slashing down his back with his Gladius, taking the man off his feet as he began to crawl. The Matador took a single step forward, hunching as a metal hand grasped the Imperials foot and flung him backward carelessly, his body crashing into the curvature of the wall behind them, spattering just like the last. ​Six. The Matador drew to a halt for a moment, seeing those that remained still attempting to run. His eyes ran across them like a bloodhound on its prey, his left hand moving backward; arching behind him as he used the force to call on Oribuir.

​The blade danced through the corridor as it returned to his grasp; pulling the body it had been left lodged in for a few metres as it passed through the doorway. The Greatsword did not return to his hand, but rather spiralled down the longer hallway and cut down those who ran. One. ​A single Imperial managed to duck under the blade, rolling into a crouch as Oribuir pierced the door, holding it in place. The Matador stood, observing as the Imperial loaded his rifle, a low bestial growl escaping his metallic visage as he began to march toward his remaining enemy. The trooper fired, and the Chieftain raised his hand, reflecting the first volley back at the trooper at putting him down almost instantly. Only then, did he call for Oribuir to return to his grasp.

​Still, heated battle lingered on every corner of the Garrison. He could feel it, he could feel [member="Srina Talon"]; amplified in some manner. A strange accumulation of foreign strength pressed form her essence like a morose sent. Perhaps the vile slaughter had driven her feral.

 

[Rapax]

Side: Confederacy of Independent Systems
Objective:Task Force windstorm (Team 3)
Enemies: The Galactic Empire & Allies
Gear: In Bio.

He looked up to [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] who joined him in his little perch, When she asked if anything was happening he reached out to feel if any new arrivals where coming it was quiet up until the Sand people that where no doubt stirring up trouble like always he answered Kat's question. The Sand People fear technology perhaps they think they could handle such a heavily escorted crawler given in the past many crawlers and other small convoys fell prey to them, However it seems we wont have to deal with them today. He said as he took note of the Tuskens attacking the storm troopers instead very smart, He took note of the life form in the massive hole in the distance and the lifeform he was feeling inside of it, A sarlaac pit one of Tattooines more ancient and terrifying creatures capable of ripping the crawler apart if they aren't careful. He saw that Kat noticed it and started concentrating on it, He wanted to see if she could calm it even for a few moments such a beast was not a easy thing to tame even for the most veteran tamers so he kept and eye on its attitude. He was pleased when he felt it calm and go back to sleep, apparently Kat was successful in her taming the creature.


He relaxed as the crawler continued moving past the beast and continued its trek to the palace with there guest, He nodded when Kat told him he was in charge for a few minutes as she needed to rest, Rightfully so as well given the effort it no doubt took to reach and tame such a creature like the Sarlaac he felt her rest on his shoulder he didn't mind it he simply made sure she was comfortable while keeping an eye out for anymore surprises.


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