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

[Galven Hansol]

Galven’s fleet neared the planet a call rang out, “We are receiving a transmission from a nearby station sir,” a droid relayed, “they ask us if we require and fuel or maintenance?” there was a pause as it listened on the com again, “Or anything else?”
Galven smirked, obviously the people on that station were having some fun, but he wanted to keep them safe, “Tell them thank you very much, but we require nothing, stay out of range of those stations, we don’t want any stray shots hurting any civilians, and we know the Empire won’t hesitate to tear them apart if we use them as cover.” He was tired of innocents dying in front of him, one massacure was enough.
“Roger roger.”
Now they had to prepare, he was sure people on that station had loyalties to the Empire, and that reinforcements were en route. [member="Aya Clarke"]’s fleet came in not far behind nd the transports quickly came flooding out like a swarm. He watched as the transports began to head down when another droid alerted him, “Sir, five hypervelocity gun emplacement on the ground, they’ll shoot anything out of the sky.”
“Shoot,” Galven said, those had to be dealt with before the transports went down or an Empire fleet appeared, which meant he had a very limited time restraint. Luckily he knew of [member="Mythos"] and [member="The Matador"]’s FOB they had been setting up before the attack came, “Get me Mythos NOW!”
“Roger roger.”
“Mythos, this is Glaven Hansol leading one of the divisions of Storm Fleet, we have hypervelocity cannons on the ground, five of them. We can’t send troops down until we take those out, I’ll try to send some bomber support, but it’ll be limited, I can’t lose all my fighters to ground operations.”
[member="Danger Arceneau"]

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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)

 

[Seto Du Couteau]

Objective: Defend the Garrison

Location: Tatooine, Ground Surface

Allies: Galactic Empire,

Enemies: CIS and Allies

Inside the bunker Seto moved quickly out of the way for the troopers , Tatooine was a very uninteresting planet but that soon was about change thanks to the Confederacy. Seto walked back towards communication's room, he listened and heard news of a very large force approaching and unfortunate for themselves that they little in a way of stopping an entire fleet. Of course it won't mean much if they can't root us out of the planet Seto mused, since Tatooine wasn't some Shipyard planet or some mining colony the Confederacy could just easily take over or destroy.

Seto felt the earth move, and sounds of heavy machinery echoed throughout the garrison as more and more of the Imperial defenders moved into position. Crossed arms over Seto's chest, he waited in the communications room along with several officers as more orders were being sent and called. [member="Adron Malvern"] was in charge, so Seto waited for his next orders though he also felt his Master [member="Anya Malvern"] nearby as well. He wondered if he about to act as part of a reserve unit or be sent forward into some part of the battle zone.

His armor was suited for either, since it was borrowed from the armory located here, Seto rather enjoyed the environmental systems inside the armor even without the helmet. Both of his lightsabers fastened unto either side of his belt, Seto steeled himself ready to face any enemy. The other officers around him did not spare Seto a glance, either not wanting to attract attention from an Inquisitor, or more possibly the defenses demanded their full attention.

And here I thought this planet had nothing to offer but sand and vice.

 

[Koenrad Neistov]

Allies: The Galactic Empire
Objectives: Military Assistance, Bounty Hunting
Location: Currently, Planetside
Enemies: CIS




"Oh, they're beautiful," He breathed, and then spoke up for the communications receiver, "They're in place, Moff ([member="Adron Malvern"]). All three dozen of 'em. Up and running around Bestine, Anchorhead, and Mos Eisley. With the proper communication between your ground troops and my artillery, those CIS infantry shouldn't be able to get anywhere near us, at least not without getting shelled into dust first."

This certainly was not how he expected the day to go, but... he wasn't exactly complaining. Tatooine was about to see some serious action, and serious action made him money. Even if the Empire couldn't hold the planet, he'd see thirty-six E-t.K. I units in action for the first time in a major conflict. A cannonade was awaiting the CIS, and the best part was that they didn't even know it. These units had been commissioned but not yet delivered for lack of need, but the emergency notice had called for all available units to warp in immediately. He'd had three dozen finished and commissioned guns waiting, and nothing to do. The pieces only connected like this once in a blue moon, and Koenrad was going to be damned if he didn't seize it like a man possessed. He'd seen personally to their deployment and activation around the three largest possible targets of the CIS, distributing his wares equally among them. Now, suspended above Mos Eisley in The Black Orchid, he was sending confirmation directly to a certain Miss [member="Danger Arceneau"] under a Galactic Empire Emergency Notice, relaying that ATC locations on Tatooine had been supplied with military defense by Vorderseite Manufacturing. One could never be too bold in getting their name out there.

While hovering above Mos Eisley was scenic, it wasn't the best place to be if the CIS came down on the spaceport. Koenrad set a course for the Imperial Garrison currently in full mobilisation. Long before getting close enough to see the base, he sent word forward to expect a VCX-700 with Imperial clearance to land. A few relayed codes and he had access, although that didn't mean much in the five minutes it took to get there. Once the base was in sight, he set the ship on autopilot, and retreated to within his personal cabin. A little messy, sure, but certainly still functional. It had been a while since he'd had to suit up for combat like this, though the heavy armour was still familiar. Holstering his several blasters, and the one slug thrower he kept on his person, he returned to the pilot's cabin. He'd landed already, and not noticed. That autopilot was better than he was. Dropping the access ramp, he walked out of his ship and into the docking bay. Now for his secondary purpose on this dusty rock.

He pulled a passing ship technician aside, and asked, "How do I find [member="Esmond Morcus"]?"

Spoiler: Gear

ARMOUR:GenoHaradan Mesh Armour

WEAPONRY:BlasTech Light T-21 Repeating Blaster
Wild Space Outback Revolver
Model J1 "Happy Surprise" Palm-Blaster
Double-Barrelled Blaster Carbine
DT-29 Heavy Blaster Pistol

VEHICLES:ZRX Speeder Bike
VCX 700 Heavy Courier

 

[Anse Tahvo]

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Location: Mos Eisley
Objective: Hunt CIS & Company as per contract
Enemies: CIS
Allies: GE
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The leather clad Duros leaned against the sandstone wall outside the infamous Chalum's Cantina. His red bulbous eyes and all of his blue face were protected from Tatooine's multiple suns by the shade of his large brim hat. His opened long dark brown nerf hide twin tailed duster flapped in the eastern winds with sand peppering the finely crafted coat made by the best Sullusturian tailors credits could buy. The hunter's pride, his two sleek LL-30 blaster pistols rested comfortably in their dark leather holsters off each each hip, strapped firmly to each thigh, with both belts filled with replacement batteries. 'Devil" Anse Tahvo was not going to die for lack of shooting, he had 'Bella' on his back and his new addition, a exotic looking sonic blaster that fit nicely in a shoulder holster under his left armpit.

Anse chewed on a piece of his beloved ewok jerky, his sharp teeth digging into the dried seasoned meat while he watched the local imperial soldiers hustling about. That was a obvious sign that trouble was coming. Not like he needed a sign, he was here by invitation for this very party hence why he was all fancy dressed and purdy like. He found the imperial soldiers amusing, imagining what was going through their minds right now. Being ordered to risk their lives for a backwater dust hole. Folks are going to die on that order and their obits will read 'KIA on Tatooine'. How pathetic will that sound, he giggled inwardly with his dark sense of humor finding the light in everything.

He looked up the Street, he could feel some of the tension amongst the civilians though most went about their daily routine. This was hardly the first time their lives have been at risk. The threat of being blown back to the stone age for some civilized planets would wreck havoc on the populace. To the patrons of Tatooine, stone age was last week. The sandstone wall he had his back upon could easily be replaced. Actually, from the looks of it, it had been replaced. More then likely from some form of violence that seems to be attracted to this bar.

The bounty hunter pulled out his data pad and pressing a long finger against the notification. Was information on where to meet his employer. "Excellent" His low resonating metallic voice said to no one in particular. "Time to workt" He tilted his head up to the bright skies, exposing his red eyes to the suns as if he could see the incoming CIS ships. He licked the sand off his lipless mouth anxiously waiting for the show to start.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

​Kurenai Yumi

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Allies: Confederacy of Independent Systems
Location: Aboard the Invisible hand
Objective: Task Force Hurricane
Enemies: The Galactic Empire & Allies
Post: 1
Gear: Light-saber, Armor, LMG

​Sitting off to the side in the hanger bay a youthful looking woman, cladded in dark combat gear could be seen, messing around with a light machine gun looking weapon, a bit dissociated from everything else going on around. The familiar click and clack of the bolt from her LMG sounded as Kurenai finished up checking and reloading the weapon, placing the heavy item on her back, the small be secure catcher taking old of the unwieldy weapon. Well unwieldy for most, in her hands such a gun was as easy to uses as a small rifle, her more then abnormal strength easily compensating any kick back that may be caused when firing such a weapon, an act that no doubt will come very soon.

​"Tatooine... how many years has it been since I came here? 70, 130, hmmm", ​despite the unusual history of the desert planet Kurenai had neve found much reason to come here, less then a few time in order to remain hidden from the rest of the galaxy, but such acts where long in the past. Not that it mattered, the land scape of the sparsely populated seemed to have changed very little in the last 800 years, same crash sites, all but more rusted, same towns, same people, same Hutts. It was kind of nostalgic when thinking about it, but today was no vacation, today was a day of conflict, a chance for her to fight on a real battlefield once more again an enemy that had caused her so much suffering in the past, today Kurenai would feel fully alive... ​"Just like the good old day".

​Finishing up her equipment check the veteran mercenary/solider pushed off from her wall seat, the feel of exciting hyper space coming over the ship, herself wandering around the hanger bay a bit more, observing who was currently present. @Katrine Van-Derveld ​not far away, leading the Hutt who would become Viceroy of the crime ridden world, not something she could really agree with, but it would be better then what the Empire had if memory served correctly. Even closer was the infamous [member="Dalton Kenway"], and odd fellow, but a reliable solider if memory served him correctly, though someone Kurenai had not really talked to, ​'nothing like the present I guess, would be nice to be more familiar with others, even if where in different companies".

​In a some what causal manner Kurenai walked up beside the oddly dressed solider, arms crossed in her usual stoic manner, ​"... you think the empire will send many goons after this new Hutt, or do you think they will try and gain ground/air superiority and subdue any political threat though force"? ​Probably not the best question to start off conversation, but it was better then asking about the weather, something which anyone could see easily.

 

[Esmond Morcus]

Location: Mos Eisley, Tatooine
Objective: Await the Bounty Hunters
Allegiance: Empire

Esmond waited impatiently, tapping his finger on the table, looking for the bounty hunters he had hired. Esmond had been selected by the Inquisitorious to hunt down criminals and gang leaders who had proven to be stubborn to the new Imperial presence. It wasn't anything big, but the Imperial high command requested something be done. Being rather junior, it was a task given to Esmond. Esmond didn't mind, it was his first mission off his homeworld of Zenith Prime, and he was eager to prove his worth to his father, @Baron Morcus, and to the Inquisitiorius. Esmond was dressed in the clothes unbecoming of an Inquisitor, a dirty tunic, beige colored pants, and tattered cloak. It helped him blend in, but it was very uncomfortable, and couldn't wait to take it off when the mission ended.

Esmond checked the time, the bounty hunters were due any minute. All they knew was that the Empire had a job for them, and that they'd get paid a fee upfront, then they'd do their job, barring any interruptions. Morcus looked around, he couldn't stand from his table because this was the meeting spot, but he could look around. It was the usual scum, all drinking and talking, at one point there was a fight, but a pair of helmet heads came in and broke it up. Real shame, Esmond could've used some entertainment. Esmond checked the time again, it would be moments until they arrived, at least thats what he hoped.

[member="Koenrad Neistov"]
[member="Digam Merith"]
[member="Vettu'honi'oazi"]
[member="Anse Tahvo"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

Objective Transport the Hutt
Location: The Invisible Hand
Allies: The Confederacy
Enemies: The Galactic Empire
Post: 1

Equipment:

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Normal Coat, Cezerka Fighting Knife, Red Lightsaber

The invasion of Tatooine would be Akabane's first time participating in an operation of this size. He felt fortunate for once, his job was a little laid back or it seemed that way in the briefing compared to the other jobs. Well, that's if guarding a Hutt was considered easy. Akabane didn't have any experience in dealing with the things. They weren't the most pleasant beings to look at so he was kinda surprised when it introduced itself. Surprised and sickened at the same time, he turned away for a moment in attempt to not puke. He would have to get over it soon enough, making sure the Hutt had a safe voyage is why he was there after all. Though... he was certain that he'd vomit at least once as he watched her eat a tomato. The front lines suit me better, he shook his head.

Akabane heard the buzzer loud and clear, he immediately moved with the group to the landing craft. On his way to the hangar, he realized the Hutt would be in a smaller space. He was a little scared, not knowing what Miss Hutt smelled like. It can't be a good smell, he decided. The others were piling into the ship when he arrived. Akabane was there on time, not late? He forgot all about the Hutt after his small achievement and entered the craft. Looking behind him, he noticed the remaining people who boarded the ship. Blonde... he faced forward before the girl could catch him staring. Akabane didn't recognize the two accompanying her but he did know the blonde girl's name. Kat, the girl from the library who called him Purple? Yeah... that sounded right. The landing craft started moving. Stay focused, he had to remind himself.

[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"]

 

[Muad Dib]

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Location: space, the final frontier
Objective: be the target for the Empire's ships, play defense for the landing parties
Allies: Confederacy of Independent Systems
Enemies: Galactic Empire

The streaks of stars passed by the ships as they hurtled soundlessly through hyperspace. The man sat in the command chair, one leg draped over the armrest, lounging back and eating a piece of pie. The ship's crew worked efficiently and silently. They were career officers, soldiers dedicated to the cause. And they served their commander with a ferocious demeanor. Crisp black uniforms with green striping represented their system of Siskeen. Yet their commander was a different sort.

Dark, brown trousers with scuffed boots. A rough spun tunic with the sleeves rolled up his forearms and a battered leather coat that hung from the back of the chair. The man himself was tan, lean with piercing blue eyes that glowed with an inner light. From the chair hung a sword and at his waist was a revolver and kal.

Yes, the man was different.

Finishing his pie he set the plate aside and stood to move toward the ship's Captain. A burly man with a thick, black beard and stern expression, Captain Hrakness was silent as he watched the timer count down. Dark eyes glanced up into the commander's blue eyes inquisitively.

"Captain, how does one pass the time on Tatooine? He watches the Dagobah."

A faint twitch of the Captain's moustache revealed a hint of mirth at the abysmal joke. Chuckling the Commander moved back to the chair and lounged once more. It was a bad joke, but it had merit in the situation. They were hurtling toward Tatooine to fight an enemy recently opposed on Dagobah. The Galactic Empire. The massive Empire had spread once more across the Galaxy and had begun attacking those governments friendly to the Confederacy. Combined with already butting heads with them, they also shared borders with the gigantic Empire. Fate had deemed that the two governments would find themselves at odds. And so it was.

Sighing while he waited his mind drifted to the forces that would be landing on the planet. He desperately wanted to be with them. To face your foe. To stare into their eyes. To feel the warmth of their blood coating his sword. But alas it was not to be. Today would find him in the skies commanding Task Force Unicorn among the armadas attacking. Storm Fleet.

A beeping drew his mind from his reverie as the countdown to reversion to real space began. Nodding to the communication officer who turned to look at the commander he nodded. Opening comms the man spoke to his crew.

"This is your Commander, Muad Dib. Most of you have served under me awhile. So you know what to expect. Again we are called upon to do our duty, no, or responsibility. It is our responsibility as free men and women to aid in freeing those oppressed, to fight for those who cannot alone, to stand in the gap against tyranny and injustice. Today we fight for Tatooine, for her people, against a government who is everything we stand against. Today we will push back the darkness that infects our Galaxy. Today we make the future a better place. I won't promise you that we will not have casualties, because we will. But know this. I will never ask something of you that I haven't done or wouldn't do. We have our orders, we have our duty. And if we fall this day, we do so for a purpose greater then any other. We fight for freedom. So, my brothers and sisters, let us begin. May the force be with you all."

As the comms were closed they reverted to real space. Leaning forward he nodded to Captain Hrakness to begin giving the orders over the encrypted frequencies of the Confederacy. Task Force Unicorn pushed forward toward the planet, the ships moving to open a corridor of protection for the ships heading to the surface. While Task Force Unicorn couldn't cover the entirety of the corridor, they would be the shield that would shift to cover the ships descending.

Throughout the fleet pushing forward, shields were raised and weapons came online. Charlie the Unicorn, the Unicorn Class Heavy Cruiser, moved with them into battle.

"Officer Pell, please begin broadcasting on the open frequency."

A small smile from the communication officer as she tapping on her console before music began to serenade the open channel and the ship.

[YouTube]https://youtu.be/ZyhrYis509A[/YouTube]​

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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

x4 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)
~ starfighter (72)
E-25 (24)
Dread Class fighter (48)
~ shuttle (6)
Umbra Class Dropships

~ x16 Blastoise Armored Escort Cruiser

 

[Fedrig]

Objective: Do whatever the GE pays Fedrig to do
Allies: GE
Enemies: CIS and allies

Fedrig had changed his ways greatly since freedom from Tatooine years ago, he had aged a couple of years and most importantly, sobered up. Finding out he wasn't a clone and he had no programming to serve the Republic that had ceased to exist gave him a freedom of finding work, anywhere. Currently, he had returned to Tatooine on the promise of creds, lots of creds. He was relaxing in at a table near the bar. Fed hadn't had a drink, wasn't good to have a drink before a battle, at least he was told there was going to be a fight. Otherwise this would be the easiest five thousand credits he ever earned. His Havok armour was heavy but he was use to the extra bulk, made him extra protected against Lightsabers, something he was glad about. Always too many of those about.

His weapon of choice was by his feet, a heavy Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon, strapped to his leg was a blaster pistol. His eyes were looking at the screen of the datapad, he spun a design he had created around and tweaked it here and there. His old blaster cannon was beginning to show her age, he though there were a few ways he could make an upgrade or two. However, for now he was well equipped and ready to handle anything that came flying his way. Standing up, he left the cheap bar he was at, daring anyone to come at him but in his armour he looked intimidating to say the least. Stepping outside, he shook his head. Why Tatooine? Who'd want this backwater world? It was always too hot, way too hot. Fed was glad that he wasn't drinking anything more than water, be dehydrated before the fight begun.

Looking upwards, he tried to see if there were CIS shuttles raining down on the world yet. What's a guy gotta do to get some action around here? The twi'lek dancers weren't too bad but he had seen better and the Hutts owned most the places around here. Fed wasn't stupid enough to hit on a Hutt's girl, their tempers were foul to say the least. He stood in the middle of Mos Eisley, not paying attention to anyone else about. At least not to anyone's knowledge, but Fedrig had already scoped the area and knew who was where and who would approach him. His sobriety gave his access to his more perceptive skills. Something lost when he was drunk.

 

[Amun]

Location: Mos Eisley
Allies: GE
Enemies: CIS
Objective: Hunt

A place of villainy and scum was Mos Eisley...traits that Amun didn't have. While many saw bounty hunting an occupation for scum and whatever derogatory terms they applied to it, it didn't mean that the person behind that career was such things. And if it was an occupation full of scum, then the ones that employed these so called scumbags were nothing greater but lesser than the hunters.

And Amun had no ounce of scum in him. He even had his own limits and boundaries as a bounty hunter that he would not cross; an example would be hunting children. He was contracted by the Galactic Empire and some other shady employers, and would complete any mission if accepted.

One thing he was bound to do with the Empire was to protect its assets and territories from hostiles, despite what they were.

And when the Confederacy of Independent System showed up in the Tatooine System with an invasion fleet, leading to the alarms screaming, Amun knew what had and must be done.

With his equipment and belongings already on him, as a bounty hunter always was prepared, he moved out to his updated BARC speeder and moved out.

It was time​

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to hunt.​

 

[Koenrad Neistov]

Allies: The Galactic Empire
Objectives: Military Assistance, Bounty Hunting
Location: Currently, Planetside
Enemies: CIS

Koenrad lowered The Black Orchid over a Mos Eisley landing pad. Of course, had he known that his quarry was below him before he'd jetted off to the Empire's F.O.B., he would never have left in the first place. Muttering irritated obscenities under his breath, Koenrad flicked a switch and landed the courier neatly on the sandy concrete slab. Honestly, he couldn't get over the fact that the kriffing shabuir he'd been hired to meet was literally underneath him as he went to search for him. He'd lost time, and worse, credibility - if the inquisitor learned of his mistake. It was justifiable, be he doubted that anyone else had made it.

Nonetheless, he was here, and on his way. Out of the courier, down the landing strip, and walking towards the Cantina, Koenrad had time to think about what sort of situation he'd gotten himself into. Not with his misdirection, but by injecting himself into the conflicts of government powers. It wasn't too different from the warring Hutt clans of his youth, and his avid involvement in those minor conflicts. Perhaps his nerves were getting to him because he hadn't taken a bounty in years, or because the scale of the conflict - while the essentials were similar - were far larger than any sort of organised warfare that he'd been directly involved in before. No matter. Thoughts had a way of doing this, edging into the calm and logic of a man's mind before a fight. Koenrad shook off the cold fingers of fear, and walked through the Cantina doors. There, sitting in the middle of the room and looking very bored and very out of place, even in his slum clothes, was [member="Esmond Morcus"]. Koenrad crossed the room, none too subtly, but then it wasn't like he was trying to be in his full armour and armed to the teeth. He pulled a chair out from the table and sat himself down, placing both of his hands on the table and interlocking his fingers.

"Inquisitor," He said evenly, "You are a very annoying man to find."

 

[Vilhelm Balfour]

Bestine

"I don't see why you insist on traveling here Governor." Lieutenant Vizsla said to Balfour. "Naught here but sandy wastes and the stank of gambling debts."

"The Empire does not exist to serve those in power Lieutenant, it exists to serve the people. Look at the havoc brought upon Mandalore by the Civil War. Look at the terror the Silver Jedi wrought on Mirial. The average sentient can't defend themselves from such chaotic democracies. How are we to protect the people of the Empire if we do not even know those of Tatooine?" Balfour educated the former Mandalorian, providing perhaps too close of analogy.

"Seems to me we could serve them better from far-" Their was a split in the air. Ships had come out of hyperspace, large ones. Capital vessels. This was an attack.

"Status?" Vizsla asked as Balfour got unto the emergency comm, gathering coming intel.

"The Confederacy is invading. Our first task is to secure the city. We'll head for the city hall and I'll direct from there." Balfour ordered.

"Sir!" Vizsla responded, and began relaying orders to the Imperial Supercommandos. Balfour followed close behind the soldiers, pulling out his own sidearm in his mainhand and handling his comm with the other. He had to get in contact with local stormtrooper garrisons and ensure effective mobilization and defense.

Balfour would not be responsible for losing this planet to a collection of anarcho-capitalists. Even if it was just a big ugly pile of sand.


[member="Tytos Ardik"]

 

[Amadi the Bansihed]

Amadi the Banished

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Task Force Windstorm, the Confederacy of Independent Systems.
Interacting with: [member="Dalton Kenway"].​

It was needless to say that the hangar was ecstatic with busy hands and minds. Crewmen and soldiers rushed about, each one bearing a long list of duties to press through before the invasion could even begin; invading a planet is no small feat, after all, need not mention holding it. Yet even in the middle of all the hustle and bustle, in the middle of all the excitement and the panic, the labyrinth of hands could still find time to part. It was almost as if a karkarodon was swimming with a fin out of the water: the top of a dark skinned head, adorned with four long horns, skimmed over the sea of heads. Then the sea parted and spat the Saorsi out - or did the Saorsi, with its monstrosity of a axe held by the throat in one hand, press its own way through?

"Windstorm?" the tribal warlord - Amadi - almost seemed to spit at his fellow operatives, as he took a sweeping glance over each of them. Whatever the glance told him, it justified the disinterested huff through his flanging nostrils that followed, where he then pressed through into the smaller spacecraft. Whatever he thought of them, he didn't share it as he lowered himself into his seat and set the axe down head-first between his feet.

In fact, Amadi didn't share much over the whole trip at all. He sat strapped into his seat, comically a little too small for his stature, with a hand holding up the shaft of his axe. Despite his stiff upper lip, it gave him a moment to reflect: the galaxy really is a lot bigger than he can truly realize. Even the scales of war, a thing he thought he knew well, was too large to comprehend. It was for that reason he was, even if he would never admit it, thankful for the 'smaller scale' job. Protect a hutt, learn more about the galaxy along the way. What can go wrong, right?

As the craft began to lower deeper into the planets contested atmosphere, Amadi wrestled with his straps and rose from his seat; he flicked his axe up with his foot as he did, sliding it up to strangle it by the neck with one hand once again. So he waddled over towards the closed doors, where he then turned his head over his shoulder to look straight at Dalton with expectation in his expression. Had he assumed Dalton was in command? Who could tell?

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

 

[Zesiro]

Location: Tatooine, Mos Eisley
Enemies: CIS and their allies, [member="Sol"] Dameron (soon)
Allies: GE and their allies, near @Vrapir Detta
Objective: Find out what is needed done

Tatooine was a planet Zesiro both liked and disliked. In time she had learned this was where she was born and had lived until she was around twelve. Almost her entire family had been killed here, but not in front of her eyes. She had returned home to find it under attack and had been taken captive by the man doing the attack. He held her, locked in a cage with no memory of who she was or where she had come from. Until the day she snapped and thought she had killed him.

Instead it had just been an image of him. After that day, he had started to mold her into a weapon. Sadly he failed. Instead of a weapon, he had ended up with a failure. Only recently realizing this herself and just how weak she was, Zesiro had attempted to improve. Ended up with her legs broken for the effort and now here she was again climbing back on her feet. An ache once in a while, but she was mostly healed and moved just fine.

She had taken up lodging here to finish recovering and when there was an abnormal amount of noise going on outside, she decided to investigate. Moving outside of her room were troops of the Empire. An Empire she had been a part of years ago. Her time with them some of the best in her life. A place she had called home and had been welcomed. Accepted for who she was, as with everything good in her life, her time with them ended and things got worse for her.

Seeing this an opportunity to maybe relive some of that time, Zesiro grabbed her old gear. It was an all black affair, covering her head and face. Her lightsaber clipped to her belt, she fell in the line of those she used to consider more of a family.

 

[Digam Merith]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Mos Eisley, Tatooine

Objective: Meet up with Employer[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Allies: The Galactic Empire[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: CIS[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Digam stepped into the Cantina, more than a little annoyed at having to travel across the karking galaxy, but credits were credits. Still the credits were only part of the reason he took the job, he needed to show off his armor. If he could catch the eyes of a few people who might be interested in similar version of it, he could start getting some credits and open up an actual foundry. Of Course that's assuming he survived this job, he’s never done bounty hunting before. If it was anything like Piracy he should be fine, but something told him this wasn’t going to be the case. The sense of unease he was feeling wasn’t helped by the fact that he was in a place he’d only heard stories about, without his armor and only his scattergun to reassure him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Digam shook his hands a little, in a vain attempt to get the anxiety out of his system. He was a little glad he had opted to take his suits helmet with him, it needed[/SIZE] a little fine tuning and that could give him something else to focus on. He spotted the Inquisitor easily, while he may be new to Tatooine, he was all too familiar with the type of people who frequented the desert planet. It also helped that there was someone else already there, not even attempting to be discrete and making Digam doubt if it was wise to come without his suit. Nonetheless Digam crossed the room to the bar got himself a drink, silently took a seat at the table with[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][member="Esmond Morcus"], and put his helmet on the table to begin inspecting it.

[SIZE=11pt]“Carry on with your conversation, I’ll wait.”[/SIZE]

 

[Lyla Quinn]

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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."

Affiliation || Allegiance - CIS & Friends; The People of Tatooine
Location - Bestine, Abandoned Warehouse
Mission Objective - Keep Tytos Ardik from pissing off the natives during 'negotiations'
Traveling With || Interacting With - [member=Fidelis] and [member=Tytos Ardik]
Posts So Far - One


Nine out of ten people would, when you asked them about Tatooine, adopt a disgusted expression and complain extra loudly about the planet and its countless downsides. The gritty oceans of sand (there are worse things to walk on, people, so much worse), the scorching suns and endless, parching heat, the many critters and wasteland creatures just waiting to send you to hell around every desert corner. 'And wait 'til you hear about the people!' they'd dish with an eye-roll. Words like 'scum' and 'villainy' often made the cut, 'the lowest of filth' and 'full of crime-riddled miscreants' to follow. And it was true. All of it. Tatooine was, for most of the galaxy, just a massive ball of hot rock waste where you either went to hide, sell your soul to the nearest devil, or die.

Maybe it was just Lyla Quinn's weird, stubborn determination to look at everything as positively as she could, but the smuggler captain just couldn't quite surrender to all the hate. Like all things as they age, the planet had gathered a pretty thick layer or four of crap, crime oriented and otherwise, and there were plenty of wrinkles, battle scars and deep flaws even before the 'ancient' status had kicked in. The high crime levels weren't all that original, Quinn could count twenty or so other worlds off the top of her head with equal or higher percentages.

But where everyone else saw the scum on the surface, Quinn saw the simple, worn-down people underneath just trying to make it by another day with breath in their lungs. She saw the thick backbone of the small moisture farm towns and villages, strong but disfigured by forced submission, bent heavily under the harsh heel of both local and off-world oppressors. She saw Tippi Ven, the Twi'lek merchant covered in burn marks at Wright's Corner in Mos Eisley who sold dried fruits at extra low prices for tired workers, and 'Kejina', the withered old mute lady who hobbled from her modest home seven blocks away to the Sisters of Syrne orphanage every week to give the children the wraid bone animal toys she carved herself. She saw the brave women who served drinks at the dirtiest bars quietly put up with the most heinous harassment from all manner of patrons so they could afford to feed their four children waiting hungrily back home, saw men of all ages toil in the burning sun, beaten and bruised under the cruel gaze of whatever crime boss they'd ended up enslaved to. She saw Jawas murdered for sport (yes, they get pushy and annoying, but that's no excuse to boil them alive), children with no futures hiding in doorways or begging for food and adults haunted by the futures they'd lost.

And that's why Quinn was here, in the sand and the heat among the 'scum and villainy' everyone hated so much. Not for the glory, not to stick it to the Galactic Empire (although that was a huge plus), not for blood or battle or credits. She was here for the real people of Tatooine, the enslaved and the free, the bold and the meek, the kind and the vicious. They'd been living under too many cruel boots for too long, no choices in the matter, no way out. By no means did Quinn think their liberation of Tatooine from the domineering Empire would solve all the planet's problems, and she'd had a thing or two to say (okay, rage about passionately in the faces of any CIS member willing to listen) about the Confederacy's plans to install a kriffin' Hutt as Viceroy. But it was a step in the right direction.

Because everyone deserves the freedom to live how they want to live. Everyone.

Unless you're a womp rat. You've got two choices there: kindly screw off and avoid all cities forever or die in one of seventy-two colorful ways dreamed up by the locals.

Speaking of steps in the right direction, the Twi'lek awkwardly swerved in a kind of hop dance to avoid a large pile of whatever one very large bantha had for dinner as she and her crewmate, Fidelis, made for the warehouse. "Just—let me do the talking, 'kay?" she said, voice low as she pushed her goggles back up on her forehead and adjusted her leather top a bit. Sand coated her bare arms and clung to her lekku, dulling the glimmer of her rose-gold skin. She left it there, unconcerned. "Didn't get much intel on who this guy is, exactly, but word down the grapevine is he's kind of a hardass, although apparently he's a magician with words in these kind of situations. We're only here to add smiles to his proposals. Well…I am, at least." Fidelis Smiles were rare. Not that she had a problem with that. Quinn reached for the door after a quick look around for watchers. "Let's hope this goes as planned…"

It took her a brief minute to adjust to the sudden darkness inside after a long walk in the blinding Tatooine sun. She took quick note of the nearest Syndicate Shockers and heard Fidelis roll the heavy door shut behind her as she moved with purpose (and a charming smile) towards the man near the crates. Pale skin, sharp, wise chin, shoulders level atop a straight back, and she couldn't tell how tall he was but she guessed it was quite tall enough.

Surely this was him.

"You look a lot like I pictured you," the Twi'lek chirped, pausing in front of him with her hands on her hips as she surveyed him. "Yep. Very…diplomat-y and wise. They were probably right about your negotiation skills, too. Anyway, I guess I'm your 'backup', Lyla Quinn. This is Fidelis, my crewmate. And you are… Titan Urdik? Oldik? No, that's not it.."

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Aboard the Invisible Hand, En Route to Tatooine, Arkanis Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Objective: Prepare for Landfall​

Allies: The Confederacy, Task Force Hurricane​

Enemies: The Galactic Empire​

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The Galactic Alliance had been overwhelmingly focused in their efforts against the First Order since the onset of the Great Galactic War, and thus far it had been more of a war of attrition than anything, with little territory being lost or gained. Yet, the First Order had remained enough of a nuisance to the Alliance that they could not have spared a great number of assets to assist the Confederacy in their assault upon the Empire, such was the official reason that the military pillar of the Alliance's government was willing to give.

The truth was of course, far more upsetting. Since the death of Omai Rhen and the appointment of Taeli Raaf to his position among the Triumvirate, the negative view that the New Jedi Order held in regards to the Confederacy and the many darksiders among their ranks had faded, but they still lingered. With elections nearing as well, Caita Xan had been unwilling to pledge any major support to an ally that many citizens of the Alliance were still unsure of, regardless of how much assistance the Confederacy had granted to the Alliance's efforts at Dagobah and the Hydian Way.

So of course, the Supreme Commander, final third of the Triumvirate, had taken matters into his own hands as was common. He had ensured that his own assault company had joined him aboard the Invisible Hand, and a few Galactic Alliance assault ships had joined the Supreme Commander in his effort to provide whatever assistance could be given to the Confederacy. He knew the tension that lingered between his people at that of the Vicelord's, yet he was determined to uphold the alliance that had been agreed to. Of course, the insisting and all-too-persuasive words of his own friends among the Confederacy had been more than enough to spur Aryn into action, regardless.

For once, those same friends had managed to convince the Supreme Commander to acquire a suit of the Alliance's Vanguard-class Armour, the phrik plating certain to provide the Supreme Commander with more than enough protection against the blasterfire and any other dangers that they would be certain to encounter among the Imperial defenders. He had only just finished strapping the last gauntlet onto his arm as he heard the familiar voice of [member="Srina Talon"] over his shoulder, the very same friend who had insisted upon his acquisition of the armour in the first place.

A smirk split across his lips at her words, even as he felt the brief touch of her concern in the link that connected them, he tapped into it, mentally bridging his mind with hers with a quiet response. "If I do, blame Coren for the faulty suit." As always there was levity to his tone, even on the eve of battle, Aryn rarely allowed himself to be caught up in fears for himself, the only fears he ever carried was for those around him and under his command. Luckily in this case, the numbers he would have under his direct leadership were far less than had become common.

Making his way out of the prep room, Aryn hurried down the hall to catch up with the two Echani that had passed him by, knowing full well that the two were part of the Task Force he was attached to, the ones who would be going into the belly of the beast, as it were. "My troops will be meeting us on the ground, I ensured they're patched into Confederate comms for the operation, so keeping in touch with them shouldn't be a problem." He commented idly to Srina, certain she would likely pass on the message to the Vicelord himself.

The slight eagerness and levity in Aryn's own tone was easy to detect, especially for Srina, he had not had a chance to face down the Empire properly since their assault upon his own homeworld, and he was itching to return the favour for that one.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Tatooine, Ben Kenobi's Hut,​

Enemies: CIS​

Allies: Galactic Empire, [member="Varas Kyrel"]​

Equipment: Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Armor of the Enforcer, Zark's Second Lightsaber, Gloria Blaster Pistol ​

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War had spread across the Galaxy, after years of intense tensions between nations that have emerged from the ashes of the old such as the One Sith and the Galactic Republic. Now it had finally blown at first starting off with small skirmishes, and then what had emerged next was something worse. War between factions such as the Galactic Alliance and the First Order along with various other factions such as the Sith, and the Mandalorians as well as the neighbors being the Galactic Empire and the Resurgent Confederacy of Independent Systems. Any day now it seemed that the tension was so thick in the air that battle might happen soon with either side and very much so with the Battle of Kamino prior to the start of what is now known only through a spread of a rumor across the Galaxy as the "Great Galactic War." To Kyrel Ren, Enforcer and as Master of Ren within the First Order it was a holy war. Peace had made the Galaxy soft, weak. allowing corruption, crime and lawlessness persist across the stars. This was an ultimate battle between good and evil it would in the process finally allow the darkness to take over the galaxy and will soon see the imminent end of the Jedi as well as all those who dared to impose the peace and stability of the First Order and what it had to offer to the Galaxy.​

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In entering Imperial space he had noticed such tensions between the two factions as he was there at the Battle of Kamino, facing his servant Tmoxin Temi in a duel after discovering that she had helped the CIS and had betrayed her Master. He was defeated by a traitor and a group of CIS Force Users. He was captured but had managed to escape to First Imperial Space prior to joining the Supreme Leader's massive fleet to blockade the Hydian Way. With his only regret not hunting her down afterward as following Kamino, she had become elusive. As he stood upon the rocky cliff that only behind him was the home of Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi. He still felt anger perhaps his only satisfaction was that woman had created him his daughter. [member="Varas Kyrel"] As he glanced inside hut glancing at her fondly as she carried out a mission to see if they could find a Force Artifact that had once belonged to the Jedi Master, Kyrel couldn't help but see her as his closest confidant, perhaps the only thing he has ever come close to having a companion. Even though he still found comfort in this and it did not make the conflict within him even better. He knew that one day she would surpass him after his experience on the Alliance Flagship and the death of Zark, Her attempt to take his life had taught him that she would not hesitate if she wanted to kill him. She is indeed everything he could have hoped for, with time he could perhaps even say that she would be indeed stronger than him.​

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Her skills were growing quite powerful often studying in the Sith Archives of Vader's Castle to help her increase her power, her experience in combat and instruction from Kyrel had made her truly worthy to be a Knight of Ren, but something had made him afraid, he was afraid that perhaps one day she would end up just like him. A mechanical monstrosity doomed to follow in the footsteps of the Father. This is what had driven the conflict within him that he had wanted better for his daughter, even in his own life. The hot winds of Tatooine had not touched his face covered in his armor, two lightsabers and a blaster hooked to his belt. He had arrived on the planet to study more of Kenobi, even attend to rumors of a journal that he had carried that he had yet to find. Even in his old hut both he and Varas had spent hours looking but alas there search was all for naught.​

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He let his anger to subside for a moment as he walked over slowly to the hut deciding that the search was a waste of time. "There is nothing here my daughter. Hmmm, pathetic... Come we have other plans I have heard rumors of a Tusken Raider... A Jedi. That is our true target my apprentice." He said, even though she was no longer a Disciple but a Knight. Kyrel still had considered her his student. He had created her and had raised her to know nothing but the darkness. He gazed into her eyes through the red irises of his mask, expressionless as the cold tone of his voice had left a silence for a moment. He felt as if he had felt only a ripple in the Force. Slowly looking away and walking outside, looking to the horizon as he couldn't describe it but felt something in the Force, whether it was good or bad he couldn't say for now only knowing that the Force reaching out to him was only a sign of things to come.​

 

[Asantas]

She was finally getting the intense combat she wanted after all these years of simple battles but even she could feel the nerves trying to distract her, She has been through several skuffles and minor battles but this was a full scale invasion into enemy territory that is new to her, Fortunately she didn't travel alone in this one she was with a few others that she didn't have a chance to meet fully yet. But there was another Echani she would be accompanying with which actually made her a little happy to be working with a fellow Echani and by the looks of her a more battle hardened Echani then her frail self perhaps after this invasion is over she can try and learn a few things from her in the future, She didn't want to interrupt her thought process so she stayed quiet until she was asked if she was doing ok by her she put on a brave face as she spoke in a confident yet a hint of nervousness tone. I am doing fine Thanks...a little anxious if i was to be honest..Sometimes being honest was alot better then trying to pretend and give false hope and possibly screw up a mission and get killed in the process, She perked up and sheathed her blades and her hand cannons as the alarms blared.


She readied herself as best as possible using what Echani techniques she knew to center herself as best as possible so she could work well on the field, She has endured hot environments before but Tattooine was a place she never been to and hoped the heat wont affect her too much on the field. She heard [member="Srina Talon"] speak and start moving she followed close behind her taking in what she was seeing as she was in a trot to keep up with her, They where finally here and now was the time to launch and begin the real attack, She was ready as ever and hoped her gear choice was sufficient for the task at hand if not then shell just have to improvise.

 

[Qymaen sil Jurai]

Location: Exiting hyperspace over Tatooine, setting up position near orbit of the planet​

Allies: CIS and allies​

Enemies: Galactic Empire and allies​

Mission: Deploy troops and destroy enemy ships​

Impatience had become his resting companion. Each passing moment was another that brought out he tension even within the droids as the droid general paced the deck of his ship, waiting for them to break into realspace once more. It was only when they finally presented the dusty sand ball of Tatooine in their viewport that his gait and energy shifted dramatically. Born, bred and rebuilt for war the general's viciously hateful eyes fixed on the planet below.

Let the Empire know Confederate Wrath.

In full coordinated sequence with his ship, the Subjugator II, an entire contingent of Munificent cruisers dropped from hyperspace in a tightly numbered, slightly arrowed line. They, however, were not the end of the arriving force that followed the arrival of his fellow commanders of Storm Fleet, but rather as the general eyed the space before him, and then the holoprojector to his right, he would have grinned as an invasion force's worth of Prividence II Carrier/Destroyers and Lucrehulk II Battleships dropped in groups from hyperspace.

:: This is General Grievous of Storm Fleet, Droid General of the Confederacy Droid Army, to all ships under my direct command - begin preparation of our transports and launch our fighters. :: The voice of the General boomed over the speakers of his entire fleet, ushering a response from each organic and droid aboard them. As he spoke the body language of his Rodian Captain felt expectant until the General stepped towards him and glared down at him with piercing yellow eyes. "I will lead this battle myself, captain. Save your expectations for more interested individuals... I care not for your opinions."

As the general spoke, almost in synchronized motion with his intentions, the rest of his fleet appeared from hyperspace. Separatist Supply Ships, Providence II Assault Carriers and Revelation Corvettes ripped into realspace in immense numbers positioning themselves in a defensive position behind the Lucrehulk II Battleships and Providence II Carrier/Destroyers. A squeak and cower from the Rodian and the General turned to gaze out upon the fleet forming around them.

"Begin powering up the Pulse Cannons, it won't be long until the Empire knows we're here- if they don't already," he boomed once again before turning back to his console and lifting a metallic hand to flick over a few input codes. :: Our scans indicate the presence of hyperveolocity cannons among the ground defenses. ::

A silence overtook the bridge, the droids pausing their motions as the general momentarily took a reprieve from speech. Then, more suddenly than the organics on the bridge could anticipate, the general began to laugh a menacing and utterly chilling laugh as he continued to pore over the emplacements the Empire believed would protect them.

:: Bring the Supply Ships into position. Flank them with fighters and Munificents, we begin our invasion of the planet. Let them cower behind their cannons; restricted as they are by the gravity of their makeshift home. :: As he spoke the the supply ships coordinated by their crews moved into position, and within minutes the general spoke once more. :: You may begin your deployment, our fighters know their purpose here. They will follow as commanded. ::

What followed could have been described as a beautifully harmonic display of horrifying force. First, slow and with automated precision, two hundred of C-9979 Landingcraft began to unload from the Supply ships. Then, as if summoned by the call of a hive mind, fighters began to pour out of their carriers like a swarm, gathering around the entirety of the fleet an then in escort of the landing craft as they began their crawl into the atmosphere and towards the planet's surface.

:: To all Confederacy commanders in orbit, this is General Grievous, :: the general spoke as he turned his comm to direct the Confederate forces entirely and in direct patch to the commanding officers. He did not bother to present himself holographically to all of them, reserving that for only the highest of command and his fellow superior command, though his presence would be no less noticed. :: Begin the invasion of Tatooine. Crush these imperial scum into the meaningless drivel that they are and purge the galaxy of them. Show them that for every Stormtrooper they will be met with ten thousand battle droids.

Let them know fear. ::

[member="Aya Clarke"] | [member="Galven Hansol"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Darth Metus"]

Fleet of the Droid General

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1x Subjugator II-class Destroyer

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- 64x Droid Tri-Fighters
3x Providence II-class Carrier/Destroyer
- 1,056x Droid Tri-Fighters
- 6x Diamond-class Cruiser
7x Lucrehulk II-class Battleship
- 4,368x Vulture II Droid Fighters
- 450x C-9979 Landing Craft
15x Recuscant II-class Star Destroyer
- 780 Vulture II Droid Fighters
20x Providence II-class Assault Carrier
- 3,120x Vulture II Droid Fighters
- 960x Hyena class Bombers
10x Separatist Supply Ships
- 200x C-9979 Landing Craft
20x Munificent Cruiser
(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

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Dropped from hyperspace and deployed 200 C-9979s along with all 10,348 fighters; a percentage of the vulture droids assigned escort of the landing craft to the surface. Issued blanket orders to begin the invasion.