And I Take Your Money [TU Dominion of Naboo]

[Vakarian]

Location: Theed​

Task: Obj. A: Secure the East side of the city​

Allies:[member="Sasha Voss"], Techno Union​

Enemies: N/A​

Post Count: 2/20​

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Desios remained silent throughout the exchange between [member="Jennifer Blanchard"] and her trainees - him being one of the three. As she divided them into groups of two, his shoulders sagged in visible discomfort. He had sensed the dark side present within the two other trainees, [member="Sasha Voss"] and [member="Jaron Lesan"], and he had not expected that he would be paired with one of them - especially given that he was a member of the Jedi Order at one point in time.

They were dark siders, he was not. He felt as though he and Sasha would be able to work together about as much as water works with oil. But, he did not argue with the orders he was given, instead he only nodded his head and turned to Voss as she spoke to him,

"Very well." was all that he offered in response to her words, carefully hiding his distaste for her alignment with a tone reflecting impassiveness. If the group leader was placing a dark sider on the same team as a light sider, perhaps she expected them both to learn something from one another. He didn't know, nor did he truly care. The only thing he cared about was ensuring that lives were not needlessly lost on either side of the conflict.

With this in mind, he turned on his heel and headed in the direction of Voss, easily able to keep stride with her footing.

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

Post: Trois
Location: Theed
Objective: Train n00bz
Enemies: NPCs and whoever wants to tango.

Jenn was thinking tactically. She didn’t fething care if Jaron wanted to be with Sasha. This wasn’t some sort of school yard assignment. No, they were here to extend the will of the Techno Union, and through that, the will of the Obsidian Order. Acting like that, which she could feel in the Force, being partly schooled in the arts of the Baran Do, was something that made others view the outfit of the Obsidian Order in the wrong light. The Order was not like the Sith, not like the Jedi. They were not bound by some form of religious bantha poodoo dogma. They were a unit.

A team.

They worked to enforce the laws and rule of the Union. That meant that at times, you had to sacrifice your own personal desires to allow for the betterment of the group. She had her helmet under her right arm, on her hip as she looked between the two lovebirds. Right now, most of the work on Naboo was done, that was why she had permission to bring recently initiated neophytes to the surface. “The Order isn’t about getting you on a team with people you want to work with. We’re cogs in the machine, and pairing two people from different Networks allows a range of thought styles to be approached.” Her tone was matter-of-factly and unapologetic.

“We’re heading west then. There is a location we’ve discovered, a weapons cache. I’m going to need you to clear it while I break the system and see what is going on with this world, what surprises we’re going to be dealing with in Theed.” She slipped her helmet on, and the HUD started to power up. She could see that all her biometrics and advanced cybernetics were in the green. Lightsaber on her hip and rifle in her hands, she lead on down the street.

[member="Sasha Voss"]
[member="Jaron Lesan"]
[member="Desios Denaan"]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Location: Theed
Objective: A - Securing the east side of city
Allies: [member="Jennifer Blanchard"] | [member="Sasha Voss"] | [member="Desios Denaan"]
Enemy: TBD
Post: 3/20


"We'll have to see. I get the feeling this is a more militaristic type set up, Sash, and yes, I still care."

He could sense her musing through their bond especially when they were open to each other for telepathy. Whether they proved eachother to be exceptional on an individual basis or not, he got the feeling it wouldn't matter for teaming. As if Blanchard had sensed what he was thinking, she explained the scenario. Jaron quickly stuffed his helmet on as his nose wrinkled. He didn't like her answer at all. Yes there could be a wide range of options by pairing people of different disciplines, but there was also benefit to having two people who knew each other well.

Jaron did not have a HUD in his helmet. Why did he need one? Judah had trained him to be resourceful and skillful with the force. There was something to be said about technology, but Jaron rarely used it. The Obsidian Order was certain to change that. How the force and technology could be used together was an exciting prospect. A grin tugged at his lips though. At least he was going to get to break into something.

< "Lead the way," > he said through his helmet.

 

[Soleil Ishtar]

Theed - Palace - Royal Dining Hall

Objective: A - Aggressive Negotiations
Location: Theed - Royal Palace - Outer Plaza
Posts: [02/20]
[member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Adekos"]

For the most part, there wasn't much the Princess of Theed could do other than ensure that there was the least amount of bloodshed. Word had been sent out to the various noble houses and the Principalities, in order to ensure the survival of their people, of the nation and their culture as a whole, it would be best to do so with the cooperation of the Techno Union.

Andromeda knew far too well the price of what war and battle. Naboo had time and time again been the subject of conflict, and Theed had only survived through the aid of the Protectorate. Now, with their departure, Andromeda was well aware that while they did have their own defenses in place, it could not survive a war of attrition.

For now, she could only hope that her fellow Princes and Princesses would follow her suit.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Objective: A - Aggressive Negotiations
Location: Theed - Royal Palace
Posts: [02/20]
[member="Adekos"]

Lucien returned to his makeshift office to find the Captain of Theeds Royal guard, his was a welcome presence a fitting distraction to the monotony of paperwork. Afterall who was he to deny the summons of a queen ... well he was one of the senior officials of the force which now had Naboo under occupation but that was beside the point, he wanted to attend. Lucien by his nature as a colossal snob found mixing with high society gratifying , even if it meant treating a pre-teen as if she existed on his social plaine.

"Her Majesty [member="Andromeda Versai"], Princess of Theed has ordered you be escorted to the royal dining room" The captain explained in clipped tones. A shoddy greeting in lucien's book but such direct speech was to be expected from a member of the military. Subtlety rarely entered their thoughts in lucien's experience.

His bluntness caused lucien too raise an eyebrow, he was unused to such a manner of speech even if it was expected "Escorted ...?" He mused fiddling with his new ring " ... Very well, give me a moment" He added more clearly as he moved over to his desk. He applied after shave to remove the sent of worried aristocrat from his clothes, it would not do to go before a future queen without a flawless mask of elegance. Then having ensured that he was put together with cane in hand he directed the Captain to lead on.

The decadence on show in the Palace was well appreciated by lucien. Even when faced with war and occupation the standards did not slip, everything was spotless and all but glittering. it must have been quite a task to keep it so maintained he pondered to himself as he was led over to the Dining hall. He mentally ran over his internal checklist as the doors of the dining room came into view. Posture, Bow, Tone the three factors on which he would likely be judged upon.

The doors came open to reveal the soon to be queen and her Ministers.

Breaking pace with the captain Lucien overtook him. Head up, back straight and eyes on Andromeda. He stooped a few paces from the table and gave a subtle bow not low enough to break eye contact but respectful all the same "Good Morning Majesty" He said with a smile. He would see how the Queen saw fit to respond, the lives of her people were in her young hands now.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

[3/20]​

Lake Country​

Varykino​

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The thought crossed his mind as his bare feet walked moss covered cobblestones, that he'd never wondered at the oddity of Cira's choice of home here on Naboo. Lake Country was a pair of hours away from Theed, making it secluded. That made plenty of sense. She'd always been a reclusive sort outside of business. That was reinforced by her choice in home, set apart as it was on this island.

But the choice in home was also what amused him, just then.

Because despite its secluded nature, it was an immediate eye catching. Anyone who came to Lake Country was encouraged to take in a view of the once royal retreat, for its beauty was well known and beyond immediate compare. Perhaps that dichotomy of seclusion and publicity was what drew her to it. It would certainly suit her ephemeral personality.

His hand rose, running a finger along the windowsill. He'd kept watch on her home through her forced absence, though she likely had a housekeeping droid like he did to tend the inside while he was not home. But housekeeping would not protect from thieves, especially not when those thieves arrived with fleets. Sarge knew how to break into a home; B&E had always been a specialty.

Though, really, he rarely broke. It was more forced entry, but that was semantics.

Walking the perimeter of the villa, he took note of the windows and notes, scanning the moss for any signs of someone planting their feet in a bid to add some more heft to their efforts. It was a simple procedure, and far from a foolproof one, but it would keep him busy a half hour or so. Idly, he wondered when the last time she'd been home was. That wasn't a question he was ever going to ask.

But it was an idle curiosity.

 

[Olom Grihk]

Objective: More Credits, More Conundrums
Location: Theed, Jan-Rei Laboratories, storage
Allies: Me myself and My glorious ego
Enemies: Lackeys who think they've got what it takes.




Olom stifled a small chuckle. His laughter was somewhere between a child's giggle and a mad cackle most of the time, but his chuckles were off-puttingly nice. Almost adorable, by human standards. He was a natural at appearing harmless--right up until he stabbed you in the throat.



The Throat of Dulura Jan-Rei was currently stressed, as could be clearly displayed by the bulging vein in the neck, throbbing in time with the forehead. He was the owner of this property, and he was storming out of his office. Towards the Storeroom. He. Was. Livid.



Dulura charged into the storeroom with righteous indignation. He would stop this assault on his work, the bastards would pay. He built this damn company from the ground up and a few grape samples on Ukio, he wasn't going to let some crooked soldiers jackboot what was rightfully his. "Who the hell gave you the right to--"



Olom stood over the tanks, in which Vong specimens were now being produced. It had taken a few weeks of preparation to find them, and another week to discreetly plant them in this un-remarakble storeroom. They were worthless, but the false data and impotent techno-babble would be sufficient to win an indictment.


He smiled. "The Union gave me the right, and your harboring of weaponizable vong-bio specimens makes yo ua suspect." He turned slowly, menacingly to the man. "I am now questioning you. For our assured safety and your protection we will record this meeting. Do you understand?"



Dulura's face reddened. His rage was thick enough that Olom could feel it, like a fresh cup of wine gone down the throat. It burned and twisted. "I Understand that you've forced your way into my building, and are trying to feign impugnity," he said calmly. "I don't recall this planet belonging to the Union."


"In respect for the pending merger of governance, a joint investigation has been authorized. I was recruited as a contractor for my expertise in Genetics and medical technology," he said, smiling. "You should keep up with the news," he said with a dig, pushing on Dulura's ego ever so gently. Stoke the flame. The passion I control frees me. Controlling the passion of others empowers me, the manipulative little Sith thought as he focused on grating his interogation deeper. "Tell me: When did you acquire these specimens?"



"I didn't acquire these--"


Olom shook his head. "So, you're tellign me that these dangerous, highly illegal specimens with a DNA signature matching that of a known terrorist sect of Vong Shapers--" He raised a hand towrds the tanks in question "--simply showed up in your company's--a leader in biotech research might I add-- at your company's main office in an unmarked storage locker by mere coincidence? That seems preposterous."



The man swallowed hard. "This is a setup! Someone's trying to frame me!" He said, speaking truth to power. It was entirely true. Someone was tryign to frame him.


Sadly for Dulura, someone was also issuing the warrant and overseeing the invesitgation. Someone spooke again, "In conjunction with Techno Union code 7 dash 13 dash 9, Roon Regulatory Statue, you have been found in possession of contraband, and are now suspected of aiding and abetting a terrorist organization, namely the Tarrr-Yun Coalition of Rodia," he said flatly. "For the record, how long have you known Inga Call-Sect, Vong expatriate."


Dulura glared at him. "Inga isn't a terrorist! She's a godo woman, a compassionte woman!"



"Have it known for the record that the suspect refused to cooperate. I repeat, how long have you known her?" Olom was driving through like a surgeon. He just need to apply a little pressure, and the anger would pop. "And how long, has she been affiliated with Malg Rosh Enterprises?"


Dulura roared. "You bastards! You leave Inga out of this!"


Olom grinned. "Inga is a suspect, until I have some evidence to the contrary." It was a gamble but a large one. "Of course, you could save everyone the trouble and acknowledge the truth of your plan...." He planted the seed slowly.


"You....you did this! You set us up to take the fall! Why!?!?"



Olom shook his head. "I've got no idea what you're talking about." Forfeiture, he telepathically pushed onto the man. They want to take it all from you. You'll. Lose! EVERYTHING!!



Dulura was livid with rage. Soon, Olom would push the unstable, pudgy Atrisian into the flames. Soon his vengeance would be made complete.

 

[Alleycat]

Location: Theed
Objective: A - Clear/secure east side of city
Allies: TU [member="Jennifer Blanchard"] [member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Desios Denaan"]
Enemies: Herself mostly
Post: 3/20

Okay so Sasha's partner for this mission totally didn't want to be with her. Denaan's disgust at her being a tainted darksider rolled off the goodie goodie lightsider in droves. This wasn't going to work. None of this was going to work for the very willful and stubborn redhead. How in the hell did she think being in a organized group was going to jive with her independent nature?! Had Sash done it for Jaron? Maybe… but it just wasn't happening. She had to get out and now before it was too late.

As they turned down a street and approached a group of buildings , Sasha quickly came up with a plan.

"Denaan… Clear the left side of this block, and I'll take the right.," she nodded to the Miraluka, then slipped into the entrance of the first building on the right. From there the red-haired Dark Jedi continued right out the back and just disappeared.

// I'm out of here… gonna go chill on the rock. // A mental message was sent to Jaron through their bond. He could stay and play with these guys or not. It was his own call to make. Sasha was a creature that was hard to pin down and conform to the establishment. One big reason she failed as a Jedi, and as a Sith too.

Spoiler

Apologies TU… This alt just doesn't want to go this way. OCC you guys are great, but IC it just won't work for Red, so this is her erm graceful exit.

 

[Vakarian]

Location: Theed​

Task: Obj. A: Secure the East side of the city​

Allies:Techno Union/ [member="Jennifer Blanchard"]​

Enemies: N/A​

Post Count: 2/20​

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Desios nodded to his partner, and proceeded to the left side as indicated. He opened his mind to the force to allow his awareness to extend far beyond normal reach, and he continued his steps through the treacherous city. He was no fool to believe that he was on the right side of the conflict, but he was fairly certain that he was on the side that would allow him to prevail - and until such a time as this proved untrue, he would serve willingly.

Thinking on his parents, he was fairly certain that they would not approve of his choice to leave the Jedi Order, but rumor around the galaxy was that the Republic was on a spiral into destruction, and he did not want to be a part of that. Surely they would understand his need to preserve his own life, over those in the Republic. He had made acquaintances there, primarily Corvus Raaf, but rumor had it that she had all but vanished as well. None of the old masters remained anymore, and those that did, were attempting to hold on to the shattered remnants of an ancient order.

He was glad to have gotten out when he did, but he also felt a great deal of sadness at the decline of the Jedi Order. In the history of the Galaxy, their tales were written as legend among the stars - tales of valor and honor, wisdom and balance, justice and truth. All of these things were the fundamentals of why Desios had wanted to be a Jedi in the first place, but when he had arrived - he saw the true nature of the Order. They had fallen from grace.

He was glad to be gone, but saddened at the truth.

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

The group was split into the teams, but that didn’t mean things were going to be easy. She made her way forward, and was tracking everything. She didn’t quite trust the Voss or Lesan folk, something about them just seemed… too primal, not calculating enough. They had their emotions which was good, her trainer, she wouldn’t call him Master, mainly because it bothered him so much, had her working with them a lot, but she was a Techno Union Obsidian, that was cold, that was calculating. She needed to do what was best for the mission.

Jenn would be the type to sacrifice her own teams.

And she was also the type to watch everything. “Check the first building, Lesan.” She nodded. She could feel something wasn’t right on the other side. “Denaan, anything to report?” She just had one of those... feelings. And Marek always taught her to follow them.

Were they going to have to put a hit out on Voss?

[member="Desios Denaan"]
[member="Jaron Lesan"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective: Opportunistic tour through the Palace
Location: Theed, Royal Palace
Nearby: [member="Adekos"] [member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Andromeda Versai"]
Posts: 1/20

Despite much of its communication being conducted through fiber optics, the planet Isis, home world of Princess Thais Kallisto, was not so insular that it's population was unaware of the most important galaxy news of the day. And one of the biggest stories, one that had caught Thais's specific attention, was the sacking of Naboo by the Techno Union. This was not just because of some inbred loyalty to fellow nobility.

No, it was because her own lineage, the Kallisto family were exiled from Naboo years ago for an assassination attempt upon the Queen.

Of course, any Kallistos who remained on Naboo were just that - remnants. But still, Thais's curiosity was peaked, and her sense of family pride was strong enough to make her foolishly think she could waltz right onto Naboo in the middle of a war to see if she could uncover any historical remains of her family and their once-empire in Theed.

To the protests of her main counsel, Napo, a Gutretee who dutifully accompanied her, she flew The Crystal Siren, an DP20 frigate, quite a relic among the newer Corvette models, straight to Naboo. One would think that in an active warzone with a naval blockade that Thais Kallisto would be prevented from entering the atmosphere, or even worse, shot out of the sky for even thinking of landing, but being the heiress of a wealthy crystal mining company ensured that she had enough credits to bribe her way onto a landing pad in Theed near the Royal Palace.

Walking up to the Outer Plaza, flanked by her own Palace Guards, wearing emblems of the Kallisto nobility, which, if Naboo elders were close by they may recognize, the Princess heard rumors that royal assets were being seized, of possible executions, and what fascinated her most - a royal election.

If only I could get in there to discuss my family's exile with the new monarch. Perhaps the Kallisto family could come out of exile and Princess Kallisto could again trade with Naboo. War brought opportunity, and the young Monarch was not one to shy away from it!

There was so much at stake for her today, but so little anyone appeared to care about one lone royal, wandering around in the most ornate, flowing gown and a crystal, gem-lined tiara.

 

[Vakarian]

Location: Theed​

Task: Obj. A: Secure the East side of the city​

Allies: [member="Jennifer Blanchard"]​

Enemies: None yet.​

Post Count: 3/20​

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He could feel the retreating presence of Voss as she left the city, and part of him wanted to go after her, but he had a duty to the people that were still living in the city. If he could prevent the loss of their lives, that was what he would do. In truth, he had felt uncomfortable working with a dark sider anyway, but of course he would have never voiced his opinion on that, preferring to do his duty before questioning the methods used to achieve a certain objective. He was new, he had no right to question the methods of the group leader. She seemed a good enough sort, so he would trust her methods.

Until she gave him a reason not to.

As if she knew that he was thinking about these things, his helmet communicator allowed her voice to reach his ears and turned his mind back to his surroundings. He hadn't realized that his awareness had dropped to being exclusively within his own mind, but as her voice reached his very thoughts, his senses expanded again and he continued in his maneuvering through the streets of Theed, searching for any enemies that needed to be cleared. He hadn't run into any so far, and for that simple fact, he was grateful. He wasn't exactly the most skilled in combat, though he could manage if the situation called for it.

After several more moments of thinking, he realized that he had not responded to the group leaders question. He quickly pressed a small button on the side of his helmet and spoke as if she were standing right next to him, "Voss is gone. I suppose she could sense my distaste at working with her, and for that I apologize. I'm currently searching the eastern side as you ordered, and so far nothing and no one has shown itself to be in resistance."

His voice faded out as he completed his report and continued on his path through the streets, his mind expanding and searching for anything out of place.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: A - Aggressive Negotiations
Location: Theed - Royal Palace - Outer Plaza
Posts: [03/20]

[member="Thais Kallisto"]

For a time there was nothing of interest to note in the plaza. The processing of the bedraggled and bewildered nobility continued up uneventfully. In a few moments they would all be signed in and sufficiently fit to be presented to the new queen. Adekos then found himself distracted by a late-coming arrival. The woman from House Kallisto didn't enter the plaza proper, but lingered at its entrance, her guards being scanned warily by the droids stationed there. It was painfully clear she was the only one here willingly. No one else was as gussied up or accompanied by an escort. Adekos stared at her through the reflective faceplate that comprised his mask, then decided to berate her via megaphone.

"If the princess at the gate would please dismiss her guards? Please dismiss your guards." There was something in his voice, most notably when he said princess, that implied mockery.

And they said chivalry was dead.

 

[Armand Temi]

Objective: Opportunistic tour through the Palace
Location: Theed, Royal Palace
Nearby: [member="Adekos"] [member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Andromeda Versai"]
Posts: 2/20

Startled by the crackle of the megaphone coming from some kind of black-clad figure with a shiny helmet, Princess Kallisto jumped slightly, and placed a hand on her chest as if to steady herself. Dismiss her guards? In the midst of this circus, where it appeared noblemen and women were being rounded up like criminals and to what? Be executed? No thank you!

But then again, Thais reasoned that she wouldn't get very far if she didn't comply with the demand. And then she would have come all this way for nothing.

Whispering to her guards, she said, "Keep an eye on me, and if you see any signs that I am to be harmed I want you to attack."

Through their own iron helms, she thought she saw a wariness - a reticence to follow that command (which was surely a death sentence to them). But no matter, she would deal with their loyalty later.

Princess Kallisto raised her well-adorned hands up as if to say "no weapons" and walked towards the figure with the megaphone. He looked to be in charge, although the lack of an identity was slightly disarming. For many reasons, least of all someone to prosecute later should she be killed in the courtyard.

"I'm here to collect my family's archive," she said, plainly as though a leisurely stroll through the Naboo Palace was an everyday occurence. "Last I checked, there was no galaxy law preventing the research of someone's ancestral home and property."

 

[Mythos]

Location: Gungan City of Naboo.
Objective: TBD
Allies: The People of Naboo. [member="Thais Kallisto"]
Enemies: TU
1/20
"So you are just going to stand here? let Naboo Be taken? That's what i am to believe? Tell me Nosso of the Gungans, When did you let your assembly turn into Sniveling Cowards!?"
Mythos was in the Under city for quite some time, the Gungans had known of Ani Malgus ever since he escaped from his house when he was a little boy and came searching for the City of the Gungans. Now he was not longer Ani Malgus son of Daeus, he was Darth Mythos and he came here with all the Gallantry and Pride worthy of the Will of Atrisia. The Counsel of the Gungans was if anything underwhelming and Xenophobic, yet when Animus called them out they erupted in a ballistic frenzy that was expected from the Over zealous fat Leaders of the gungans but Mythos knew how they worked... Much like Mythos himself, their Pride was something to be played on.

"Yousa Be Thinkin To Come Here!? Ad Insult Meesa and da Gungans!!??" Nosso was usually overreacting but this time is was well called for, he gave his usual splurge of Saliva that meant he was either thinking or reluctant but before any new words could be uttered Mythos cut him off from speaking quickly.

"Nosso! You do remember who i am Right? I live a stones throw away from the Lake, and i promise you, once the Trade Union is done desecrating Naboo they will come for you and every Gungan who lives shares this hall." His words struck a bit too deeply, which was exactly his intention, even if the battle between the Separatists had been over 800 years ago the Gungans never forget, and they still remember the Heroes of wars of old. "Right now, The only thing standing in the Way of the Destruction of Naboo at the Hands of the Union... Is you and the Gungans Nosso..." Again, Mythos played at his pride... I'm Sorry [member="Lady Kay"], i can't wait any longer...

The Meeting again erupted in the voices of Gungans worried and some Prideful actually accepting a war but Nosso called them to order with a loud and angry splurge of Saliva and rage. "Yousa be thinkin Wrong, Gungans no Fighters Anymore, Dem Days be Gone Ani, Yu be Jedi, yu Fight Dem on yu Terms. " Nosso waved him off with little concern... perhaps he was bought by the Union... their most powerful weapon was their money...

"Well Nosso you will find you have little choice when the Armies of the Union Drain the Lake.... and i am No Jedi." Mythos ignited his Saber which made everyone in the assembly jump back and gungan Guard to move in. "I am a Sith... I will Fight beside you if you would just act Nosso!! " He turned the saber off and crossed his arms over his chest.

The Counsel convened and there was a long... drawn out silence before Nosso Stood and Spoke to the Assembly. "Yousa Come here and Bringing grave Danger... But...." Nosso shook his head and steeled himself. "Messa be thinkin Yousa Be right... Gungan No Fight for Naboo, Gungan Fight for Gungan and Naboo. Will yousa join Messa in battle? "

Mythos smiled and laughed before he accepted, " I will Nosso, Mobilize the Gungan Army, we have Droids to smash." ​

 

[Taa Nul]

Objective: B - The Glorious Battlefield
Location: The Plains of Naboo
Post:2/20

The large landing craft were soon fully stocked with droid troops and tanks, and began their take-off from the hangar bays of the Count's Lucrehulks, before soaring down towards the planet below. While the bombers kept the Gungan forces pinned down on the surface, said landing craft made their way to the battlefield, gently touching down on the large hill overlooking the plains. As soon as the boarding ramps of these craft lowered, a wave of Droidekas wheeled out towards the battlefield like a swarm of locusts. They soon unfolded into their combat mode upon reaching a suitable location, activating their protective shielding and soon unleashing a massive torrent of blaster fire upon the lightly armed Gungans.

These Droidekas were soon followed by the large transport vehicles carrying the B1 Battle Droids that would make up the first attack wave of the assault. As soon as said transports were in position, they began unloading their precious cargo, said droids forming up into strict formation to counter the Gungan lines before beginning their march forward, firing at the natives as they moved, with both Droidekas and the bombers above providing cover fire.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LtP5lSQgll8

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: A - Aggressive Negotiations
Location: Theed - Royal Palace - Outer Plaza
Posts: [04/20]

[member="Thais Kallisto"]

Adekos would have lied if that little jump hadn't amused him on some level. A wry grin sprouted up behind that mask, only to evaporate as soon as she started making a beeline for him. Naturally the one noble he tried to call out was the one with quadanium cojones. She wasted no time crossing the stairs to his position, and the megaphone lowered slightly away from his face as she came closer. Now that she was closer, Adekos could more clearly see that she was young. The droids had been instructed to bring the heads of noble houses, not the offspring, to this plaza. Outside of the Obsidian Order neophytes he knew were hanging around, Thais was probably the youngest person in the square.

The megaphone came back up to his despite the fact that she was standing right in front of him. Adekos had been at this task for far too long to care any more. "The archives are closed for the duration of the coronation ceremony. You may access them afterwards."

Some of the nobility were glaring in their direction now. It was easy to understand why- men barking at young women through megaphones was rather annoying, especially when it was regarding the state of the palace's archives. This was a terrible, terrible day for the Naboo where their pride was concerned. And this hussy wanted to start checking out books? Adekos lowered the megaphone now, as it was clear to him that this person (who had come here willingly and showing little to no concern for the crux of the current proceedings) had no real love of the monarchy. A potential piece in ensuring Naboo's loyalty once the droid armies withdrew and the appointed Queen was left to govern her affairs again.

"What house do you represent, Lady...?"

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Great Grass Plains
Objective: Wipe them Out, all of them
Enemies: Apparently [member="Darth Mythos"]
Allies: Droids and Mandalorians of Clan Vereen [member="Count Morcus"]

As a former military officer, I was in fact an experienced tank commander and special forces critical skills operator prior to my awakening in the Force. Leading troops was what I was bred to do, leading my fellow clansmen in battle against worthless, poorly trained gungans, that could be done by children. Even early generation battle droids had been able to best the Grand Gungan Army. Supported by an army of Battle Droids from the Techno Union and those commanded by Count Morcus, this would be just another boring battle. But I could feel the shift in the Force. Perhaps there was one on the other side who just might offer up a little challenge. Looking at the black glove on my right hand, I smiled.

"Call up the Aliit'verd and lets move out. There is a battle to be won." The might of the Mythosaur that was acting as the Forward Command Center surged as the great metal machine lunged forward, its cannons turning towards the horizon and the mass of ArmaTech Security Armored Groups lurched along either side of the beast. "Have the squadrons form into a wedge along side the Mythosaur. We will crush them beneath our treads and grind them to dust for the Techno Union. Mister Ardik will be pleased, despite the amount of credits he spent to get us here. I will be otherwise occupied if the Force is good to me."

Dozens of armored vehicles followed behind the transports of Count Morcus, Mandalorian warriors protected within the armored hulls of the Harbingers while Devastators took the lead, the heavier, thicker armor defending the attack transports. Within the Mythosaur, twenty Dragons, locked and loaded, while a company of Titans readied themselves in the vehicle bay. This would be a blood bath for the history books. Time to make an upstart Famous.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: Great Grass Plains

Objective: Liberate Naboo

Enemies: Techno Union

Allies: [member="Darth Mythos"] [member="stardust"] Residents of Naboo that won't surrender


Kay had gotten a distress call from one of her people from Naboo, just before the brunt of the Techno Union forces had arrived and communications limited. Even though she was the Senator of Commenor, she was born on Naboo, so any bad tidings from there caused her great concern. And of course she wanted to help.

Back when she was the COO of ArmaTech, she had a bad feeling about their growth in supplying the Techno Union. That organization was growing more and more evil. So she had to quit her job. She couldn't be a part of such destruction. And now her home planet was on the brink of being destroyed, including it's people. Kay had a sinking feeling that she will find ArmaTech there.....

The freighter that she had hired exited hyperspace on the far side of the planet where it would be harder to read her ship from the invaders as the planet itself made a very effective shield. So it entered the atmosphere and began it's heading to the outskirts of the grass plains.

In the hour or so it took to get there, Kay started packing her things into her satchel; a pair of extra clothes, food, water rations, two tea cups, small kettle, pouch of tea and a small blaster. She was an expert at making it all fit neatly. Then she looked to her newly hired bodyguard [member="stardust"] and was glad that she had briefed her a bit earlier. "Once we've landed we'll need to see who's out there and what sorts of armour and weaponry they have. If there are ArmaTech soldiers like the ones that used to protect me, then we may be able to reach my former boss, [member="Draco Vereen"]. Let's hope that he isn't blinded by credits or worse..."

Animus had wanted her to get the Silver Jedi and Army of Light to help, but her connections to the Jedi were not the right ones. Plus with what Animus was doing on Atrisia, it really made her wonder if she was just running a fool's errand to be distracted.

Once the ship had landed close enough to see the forces moving, yet far enough away to not draw attention to themselves, the ramp was lowered and Kay disembarked. She was just wearing her upper class merchant attire with her satchel slung over her shoulder and was not here to represent the Republic or the Senate. She just came as herself if that was possible.

Quietly she walked into the grass plains, keeping low so that they wouldn't be spotted so easily.

It wasn't hard to pick out the Mythosaur. She recognized it from the schematics and as they were being built. ArmaTech was there in almost full force. That realization was just as bad as being punched in the stomach. It took her breath away. "How could you, Draco?...How could you?...."

Kay turned to her bodyguard and pointed to the Mythosaur. "We need to get there without getting killed...Do you think that's possible?"

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Money made people it was blood for society however after being briefed where she was head and why.....credits didn't matter then her home was in trouble

Aye aye ma'am you just keep low while I take out the trash"she wore medium combat armor that fekt like nothing but mere silk on her, her weapons consisted of two sabers a DC 17 blaster DC 17c bkaster pistol five thermal dets and her right arm her left being heavily armored for it was cortosis"

Once they landed and looked out and growled"karkers the mandos here!?! UN forgivable"she checked her weapons and cooled herself down no need getting mad just remain calm and get through it

Hmmmm I say we go around and follow far behind that way we won't run I to them or we can go into the city and try to fight the foot soldiers however since their moving fast it could be dangerous"she said as her HUD scanned before and blinked and sighed putting her helmet on"karkimf mamdos and their stupid freaking greed why naboo"she said under her breath before looking to [member="Lady Kay"]"