Forge Ahead [ CIS Kamino Raid ]

[BX-25233]

Location: Tipoca City, Morpho Pharmaceuticals
Allies: [member="Sol Damerin"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Darth Saethus"]
Enemies: Galactic Empire and hopefully not [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Objective: don't be mistaken for a clone by CIS, Don't be found out by GE, Protect Tmoxin and don't be sliced up by Kyrel or Saethus

The captain of the most disorganised elite fireteam was assigned to protect and guard Tmoxin while the CIS invaded kamino. BX-25233 had it pretty easy getting to kamino as he had came a few days eariler as part of Tmoxin's entourage however now he couldn't be seen by the Galactic empire since war has been declared which made BX-25233 'borrow' armour from a clone he put to sleep. While this should allow him not to be instantly shot by clones this disguise wasn't the best as BX-25233 couldn't wield a blaster so instead had his two vibroblades and put hos hat ontop of his helmet. As he was escorting Tmoxin to wherever she needed to go a ren by the name of Kyrel appeared blocking the way. BX-25233 made sure his voice modulator was set as the same voice as the Galactic Empire clones and attempted to get Kyrel to go away. While BX-25233 would sound like a clone he wouldn't be speaking like a clone.

"Move along civilian. We are taking Miss Temi to a super secure, secure place because the all great Confederacy Of Independent Systems is attacking the not so great Galactic Empire owned planet documented as Kamino, So please move out of the way and don't head to our super secure, secure place."

Representation of what BX-25233 looks like

Spoiler

 

[Subject 37]

Tipoca City- Hangar A3
Allies: TGE
Enemies: CIS

Valiere and the rest of the Venom Guard sat quietly in one of Tipcoa's hangar bays when the attack began.

The guard had been working on it's TIE's, most of them having suffered damage on the raid that they'd conducted with Lieutenant Fabian. Valiere herself wasn't much of a mechanic, so she stood by watching as two of the deck engineers fiddled away at her fighter. Her careful discerning eye attempted to track their movements and what they were doing, though the effort was about as futile as could get. She was a good pilot, but a shit mechanic at the best of times.

When the alarms began to blare her head immediately turned.

"Venom two through four!" Her voice boomed out in the center of the hangar bay, her men immediately standing. They had some weapons in the hangar bay, but mostly just pistols. Whatever was going on likely required more than that.

She'd think anyway.

"Head to the armory." She motioned to them quickly. "Grab everything you can find."

Valerie scowled as she scooped up her helmet, the small comm-link inside of it already chirping with a round of reports of what was going on in orbit. The Defense Fleet was apparently being engaged, but as far as she could tell nothing had yet made it to the city. She clicked her teeth and switched through the various comm-signals before eventually finding the one that she wanted. "This is Lieutenant Rein, Venom Guard. Orders?"

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond looked over the holographic display curiously. The Confederacy was outnumbered ten to one. The battle was obviously in the Empire’s favor. So, Desmond wondered exactly what the Confederacy hoped to achieve here. By all means Desmond was no fool. So, he quickly reasoned the people behind the droid army must have a trick or two up their sleeve. He placed both palms down on the table and wondered exactly what they could be planning. Straightening himself from the display Desmond placed a hand to chin.

“Stay alert men, I have a terrible feeling those clankers are up to something,” Desmond told his crew and it was followed by several cries of “Affirmative!”

The Chiss naval intelligence officer was content to wait it out, after all they had a few tricks of their own. Suddenly though, a great anxiety began building up inside him. Thoughts of doubt began to worm their way inside his mind. Then it hit him in full force. Horrible images of himself dead, the images were memories of clones of himself. The face was his own even so. It shook him to his core. They kept coming and he gripped his head in horror. Sith magics. Desmond had been conditioned against this.

It was part of his training as a Inferno Agent. He simply had to concentrate. He had to focus. Desmond shook his head as the fear and terror began to subside, but still that feeling of doubt, anxiety, remained. It gnawed away at him and he wondered if he’d have the strength to continue. Desmond cast his burning red gaze around the bridge and noticed his crew was in a terrified stupor. They sat sprawled across the floors gripping themselves in panic.

Desmond’s scanning officer held his blaster and put it to his head. There was a faint ringing sound as the weapon discharged and the coward collapsed dead. Blood and brain littered the scanning terminal. Desmond raced to where the man once stood and wiped a bit of gore off the relay. He had to act quickly. He searched for anything abnormal, but the fear that racked his very soul, caused his vision to grow cloudy as tears welled up in his eyes. He spied the anomaly. A magnetic signature where supposedly there was nothing.

Desmond smiled and the fear subsided a little. “I’ve got you now!” He cried out, then raced to the weapons computer. He shoved the trembling ensign out of the way and targeted the enemy coordinates. Desmond’s hands raced across the foreign controls as he prepared the INV Emperor’s Wrath to fire it’s main weapon. He’d pour every single bit of power the ship held into this one shot. He wasn't even sure if this dark weapon was aboard the targeted ship, but why else would they try to hide themselves.

The doubt came crashing back into Desmond’s mind. His stomach did a somersault and he almost hurled. Tears streaking down his face Desmond pulled the lever that activated the concave proton cannon built into the ship. It was set to fire with every bit of power it had. The bridge’s systems shut down momentarily as all non vital systems were drained. A great blinding green light fired from the concave dish and Desmond had to momentarily shield his eyes as the giant beam of plasma raced straight for Darth Metus’s ship.

[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: Tipoca City, Morpho Pharmaceuticals
Allies: [member="Sol Damerin"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="BX-25233"]
Enemies: Galactic Empire Science Facilities
Guest: [member="Kyrel Ren"]

Having the Master of Ren following along on her heels was surely an impediment to the mission, but at the same time, Tmoxin weighed the pros and cons of trying to present him with a detour, or even another time period in which to visit. But she was not sure that would have dissuaded the powerful Force user.

Besides, once the news broke about the Kamino infiltration all of the galaxy would be aware of what had transpired. And hopefully the Hapan would have a storeroom full of stolen material in which to examine and use.

“Welcome Kyrel,” said Tmoxin in Hapan-accented Basic. “Does it seem like I’m in a hurry?” Not bothering to even wait for an answer, she continued. “I’m a busy woman, but of course you know that already don’t you?”

How is my daughter? Is she still alive? Has she been dutifully following your orders or rebelling like her mother would?

These questions passed through her head but she did not speak them.

A couple of random B-12 droids hustled by, causing Tmoxin to glance at them. She waved her hand dismissively.

“There’s some kind of security drill or another.” But when the stormtrooper with a ridiculously large cowboy hat almost all but gave the real operation away, the Hapan grit her teeth and nearly flung him against the wall with telekinesis. Both Kyrel and [member="Darth Saethus"] would be able to feel the blind, hot rage surge through her being, momentarily causing a bright flare of acrimony in the Force.

Was this her private guard for today? Where was the switch to turn his voice off?

“This is not a civilian, soldier. Kyrel Ren is my guest for today. And I don’t know what you’re talking about. Headquarters told me I was exempt from this practice drill. Stand down and make yourself useful elsewhere.”

She flashed a smile at the Ren with a cheerful bounce in her step all of a sudden. “You’re right there’s so much chaos here at Morpho today. Why don’t you let me take you to a more private area of the lab where you can be relatively undisturbed?”

Quick, think of something!

“How is Varas doing?"

 

[Tendra Daklan]

Location: Tipoca City, Imperial Cloning Facilities
Objective: Secure facility and personnel

Kamino was bustling with Imperial activity. Garrisons had been deployed, and hundreds of ships were in orbit above the shield gate. Some enemies were able to slip by cracks in the force field, but they were still detectable nonetheless. Shining white corridors grew brighter as soldiers rushed through them, making their way to the landing pads where the Confederacy had engaged Imperial forces.

Entrances and exits were locked down all around, Stormtroopers positioned armed and ready where they were needed. Deep within the facility, Inquisitor Garonnin had gathered many key scientists and personnel alike, making sure that they were escorted away from the battle and to safety.

Accompanying them along with a squad of elite troopers, Thetan would activate his communicator, tuning in to hear [member="Valerie Rein"] reporting for duty. "Lieutenant Rein, if possible I would like TIEs in the air, I sense our space forces will be occupied for a short while. Destroy any landing enemy crafts, and our ground troops will secure the platforms."

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Union-class Colony/Assault Carrier Ocean Tide, just outside the Kamino System
Allies: [member="Darth Metus"] | other CIS folks
Opposition: [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Valerie Rein"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"]

Gir stood in the ship's amphitheater-like Command Information Center, gazing at a holo-graphic representation of Kamino ringed by warships from both the CIS and the Galactic Empire. He had little interaction with the CIS, yet if the Silver Jedi believed in allying with them. Admiral Elijah King was present with the Silver Jedi's 7th fleet, and he would inclined to support the 7th Fleet's operations. But whatever lack of camaraderie he felt for the CIS was made up for with his dislike for empires. And he was more than inclined to give any group that hearkened back to Palpatine's Empire a setback. But that not was not something achieved by brazenly rushing into combat with an unknown foe.

So he waited and studied.

Hobbes cleared his throat, "We now have telemetry from the Sowas off of the Event Horizon. They're approaching from behind the CIS fleet."

"Let's see what we got then."

Gir fiddled with the controls of the holo-project to zoom in on a triangular formation of Galactic Empire warships.

"The classic wedge," observed Gir, sparing a glance at the ship's captain, "that's something that usually requires a good amount of discipline to keep in order during close quarters combat."

Hobbes shrugged, "There doesn't appear to be any chaos yet."

Gir nodded, "None that we can take advantage of...yet."

The admiral turned his attention back to the holo-projector, zooming in and out at different angles to study the formations of the ships present. As Gir studied his opponents and allies alike, Directorate and Silver Jedi warships assembled around his flagship, poised to jump onto the battlefield under the guidance of Drake at just right moment. For now, Drake calculated various possible entry points in conjunctions with the command staff in the Space Operations Center even as countless sailors, soldiers, and pilots readied themselves at their stations for their inevitable entry onto the battlefield.

 

[Lorik Rygan]

Conflict had finally arrived. Lorik and his men were quickly assailed by waves of CIS Battle Droids deployed from Trident-class Assault Ships which'd drilled straight through the hangar bay doors, unleashing the mechanical swarms within. He retaliated swiftly, taking position atop a large cargo crate before unleashing an unrelenting torrent of firepower from his Rotary Blaster Cannon to swiftly cut down multiple approaching droids below. He quickly raised communications with Director Caalgen.

"Sir, this is Captain Rygan. The enemy have made their landing, and my sensor implants are detecting multiple Trident-class Assault Craft making multiple breaches across the city. I recommend additional troops be diverted to protect the DNA vaults, lest the enemy try and steal or destroy the Fett genome samples. Such a blow would be crippling for the Imperial Military. Me and my boys'll keep them busy, in the meanwhile. Have you any additional orders?", he said with a smirk beneath his helmet, casually cutting down swathes of oncoming droids thanks to his superior firepower and elevated position.

[member="Travis Caalgen"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Valerie Rein"]
[member="Thetan"]

 

[Elijah King]

Location: Akula-class Destroyer Bahamut, Open Space
Objective: Scanning
Allies: CIS, SJO, Directorate ([member="Gir Quee"][member="Darth Metus"], [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Arlox"] [member="Orion Trex"] [member="Luna Terrik"])
Opposition: GE ([member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Valerie Rein"])

As Confederacy forces appeared and began to engage the Galactic Empire's home fleet, a pair of Sowa stealth drones reverted just outside the outer edges Kamino's orbit, one for each hemisphere. Their advanced stealth suite, coupled with their small size, would make them extremely difficult to detect as they reverted, especially with CIS ships continuously warping over Kamino for their assault. However, as a precaution, the drones were quick to boost away from their entry points as they began their survelliance mission.

"Bahamut to allied forces," Admiral King began over encrypted comms, first relayed through biocomm from his flagship to the Sowa in theater, the drones' own comms protected by ion scramblers. "My forces are now in position in open space just outside the sector. We're going to let the GE forces continue to mass as we look for weakpoints in their defenses to follow up on your assault, then we'll stick around a long as you need to complete your primary mission planetside."

So for now he would wait with his counterpart, Admiral Quee, disperesed units prowling deep space as they looked for an opportune time to strike with their new allies.

 

[Arlox]

Arlox had decided to pull his flagship back extensively so it wouldn't be in range of any enemy attacks, however soon enough... the rest of Arlox's fleet had came out of hyperspace, forming up near his flagship until Arlox gave the order for what's to come next. "I'd like the Sikune-Class Battleships to move forward to get in range for firing with their long-range weapons, meanwhile everyone else will protect them from all angles so they can focus fire on the enemy fleet." soon enough, 3 Sikune-Class Battleships moved forward but at a slow pace for the 2 Sovereign-Class Heavy Cruisers to move in-front, however... a good amount of Arlox's star fighters had started to come out of his flagship, exactly 84 starfighters came out, 38 Jackal Interceptors, 26 Grunt Starfighters and 20 Hunter Bombers.

As planned, the 3 Sikune-Class Battleships were moving towards the enemy ships with now 82 star fighters and 2 Sovereign-Class Heavy Cruisers protecting them, they had gotten relatively close enough towards the Empire's fleet that was assuming a formation of sorts but only close enough so the Sikune-Class Battleship's long-range weaponry were in range to be hit upon the enemies ships, power-up readings had suddenly skyrocketed from one of the enemies Star Destroyers, Arlox had started to get extremely nervous, wondering what they were trying to do... a droid had walked by Arlox to inform him about the spiked power readings, with him suddenly hitting the droid to the ground and sitting back down. "I know!" he yelled.

He shaked his head, saying "I won't let the imps have first blood, order the Sikune Battleships to fire their long-range ion cannons towards the ship that's powering up, whatever they're trying to do, it can't be good..." then suddenly, the 3 Sikune-Class Battleships started to adjust their Heavy long-range ion cannons, firing in rapid turns which have started to come straight for the enemies star destroyer, Arlox clenched his fist out of worry, hoping that it'll land in time in order to disrupt the sudden power rise from that certain star destroyer.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] I [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Darth Metus"]
Location: Entrance of the landing pad
Allies: CIS

“What is taking so long?” The Sith Lord asked with not just a touch of irritation on his voice, after all he was not famous for his patience. The splicer was sweating beads of sweats as he struggled to get the door open, he found out first hand the pain of disappointing the Sith Lord.

“Never mind, stand back,” he commanded his team before he reached out with the raw power of Force and used his tentacles to rip the doors open. The metal creaked and protested before they slowly parted with low unnatural groan. As soon as the breach was made CIS commandos poured heavy fire and secured the breach.

Striding over corpses of the defenders, Daxton Bane’s team made their way down to the lower levels....

 

[Rasul]

Kamino​

851 ABY - Forge Ahead​

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Post: 1
Objective: Kick Ass, Take Names
Location: In orbit of Kamino
Enemies: Galactic Empire Fleet & Their Allies

After what felt like hours of travel, the Intrepid, and her sister ship - the Prometheus finally eased themselves out of hyperspace. Attached to their bows were the Yaeger and Tyrant, two Scintel-class Cruisers who had served admirably with the Task Group for the last few years. Protecting the main force from small fighters and bombers, were the Rider and Tempered, two Banshee-class carriers capable of delivering a beating to any starship that got near.

Commanding the capable force however, was none other than Rear Admiral Aurelio Ilyin - a capable veteran, who was more than willing to lay down a rough beating to the Galactic Empire and its forces. The man peered out from bridge of the Intrepid, his crowned jewel and one true love. "Ensign Taly, I want communications constant with the rest of our fleet outside the sector, is that clear?" The man stated firmly, eyeing the younger officer. "If the Empire catches wind of our battle plan, and cuts off the rest of the Fleet - it will mean not just a loss here, but a loss in the rest of any future conflicts."

"Yes sir!" The ensign replied, tapping a few commands into his console.

"You there," Ilyin stated firmly, pointing at a nearby droid. "Raise a channel with High Commander Arlox - and someone fetch me my spectacles, I can't see hell out of this bridge without them!"

The droid peered back, responding simply with: "Roger Roger."

He leaned forward, craning his head to the side to catch a view of Arlox's decimation of the Imperial fleet. A channel was raised, and for a moment the Admiral sat in wonder watching the alien work. "Commander Arlox, myself and a contingent of my force have just left Hyperspace, a few leagues to the rear of you. On your command, I am set to bring in the rest of Task Group Monsoon and crush the defensive force here."

[Pinging any who happen to be in Orbit] [member="Arlox"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Elijah King"] | [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Orion Trex"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Lemon]

The sounds of approaching Battle Droids echoed throughout the white halls, drawing ever closer towards the Clone Troopers within the the lower levels of the cloning facilities in Tipoca City. Among the stalwart defences of the Clone Troopers was the Bounty Hunter, Koda Fett, who managed to get dragged into yet another skirmish on the side of the Galactic Empire. Though now is the first time since his unfortunate accident had he gone back up against the Confederacy of Independent Systems, briefly there to witness it's original demise and playing an instrumental role in doing so for the Republic.

​Though now, the Mandalorian Bounty Hunter remained alongside his 'brethren', seemingly inferior to himself. His Blaster Carbine held across his chest, looking towards the area in which [member="Daxton Bane"] and his forces seemed to be heading in the direction of. Since being in the hangar, he retreated further inside, there was no doubt a direct result would entail the destruction or stealing of the Fett DNA sample. A direct threat to his pseudo father's and his own legacy in a matter of speaking. So now, the heavily armed Clone Troopers stacked themselves against their barriers, weapons aimed in the direction of the opposing forces.

​Fett himself idly stood by, an elevated position, but not by much is what he stood upon. Beneath his T-Shaped Visor he watched the Clones, they were just him, and whether or not he was superior wouldn't matter in the end. They would defend this position, or they would die trying. Surely these Troopers had the edge over the CIS Battle Droids, they did in the past, so why not now?

 

[Daxton Bane]

Enemies: [member="Koda Fett"]

Having breached the entrance, the CIS troopers paused to take stock of their position. This was no invasion, there was no need to gain territory. This was a raid, abeit a very costly one but still a raid. Daxton and his forces were not planning to engage the defenders in a protacted battle.

While the bulk of the droids kept the defenders occupied, his splicer was able to hack a network map, locating two of his main targets. One of the database storage facilities and the power generators. With a squad of handpicked fighters, they used the distraction to steal a lift and head to the storage center. Kamino had a vast research program and stealing any information would greatly enhance his own research as well.

Once the data was stolen, they would introduce a corrupting worm to scrap all the data they could reach. While ultimately, this would do little against the Kamino research program, it was more to cover the fact that something had been lifted from them in the first place.

 

[Sko'saht]

Location: Deep space, SJO fleet
Allies: SJO, CIS
Enemies: GE

[SIZE=11pt]Fleet: [/SIZE]
1x Lucerhulk-x-class Supercarrier
2x Squadrons of Korpil Interceptor-1 Standard Module System/Military variant (Attack Modules) (Armed with 4x Genie Missiles per fighter)
4x Korpil Interceptor-1 Standard Module System/Military variant (Point Defense Modules) (Advanced Concussion missiles)
2x Korpil Interceptor-1 Standard Module System/Military variant (Attack Modules) (Armed with Intruder missiles)
2x Korpil Interceptor-1 Standard Module System/Military variant (Attack Modules) (Armed with 12x Mag Pulse Missiles each)

8x Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser
4x B-wing/E Starfighter (Proton torpedo)
2x Korpil Interceptor-1 Standard Module System/Military variant (Point Defense Modules)
10x Korpil Interceptor-1 Standard Module System/Military variant (Rear turret)
Note: All starfighters equipped or retrofitted with a flare launcher

The Verpine wiped down his antenna trying to ensure they were quite clean. Looking decent in front of the crew was important for morale. Verpine tended not to care as much as these humans about looks. No real logical reason to, while it was true other species had to worry about mating most Verpine were not called upon to lay eggs and when they were it was purely for the replenishment of the nest. He was just pleased he didn't have to wear a uniform, that was one of the main reasons why he didn't officially join the Jedi but rather stayed as a contractor. Looking down he wiped a small stain off his Bes'kar. Set to a plain dark green with just the symbol of Clan Vereen on the shoulders and the back of the helmet which was currently strapped to the front of his belt it was otherwise quite plain. Pre-battle preparations done he exited from the small refresher attached to the bridge and into a galaxy at a constant state of war, quite the opposite of what most Verpine considered enjoyable.

"Prepare the flight deck for a mass launch and start playing some of the latest entertainment in the hanger. Lets keep everyone relaxed for this. The moment we get orders to jump in I want every single starfighter out of the hangers as soon as we exit." He didn't really have to say this as he assumed the captain's chair. The crew had been in combat and gone through drills hundreds of times. The Combat Information Center was nothing but efficient at this point, he'd grilled into the the crew's heads the importance of logical thinking, thinking of everything that might go wrong before taking action, and trying to notice anything that might seem off. If something failed to make logical sense or was risky it was passed up the chain of command to be acted on if the officer was sure it was safe for the ship. While it created a more careful approach the sheer fact of the matter was that a fleet and ship had finite resources so keeping every single aspect working was critical.

 

[Zing]

Location: Kamino Orbit,Task Group Typhoon
Allies: Confederate Forces
Enemies: Imperial Forces

Orion's major focus was the size difference. The Imperials had a far larger force, with far more firepower. The Confederates were outgunned, and out-manned. The only advantage Orion could see would be maneuverability, if that could even counter the enemies' overwhelming forces. The enemy was intimidating for sure, but Orion could not let fear get to him. He had a job to do, and he was going to do it.

"Ready our bombers. We will use them to outmaneuver the enemy capital ships." He paused for a moment and then looked to his droid. "Order all long range weapons to open fire. I am not moving our capital ships any closer unless the rest of the fleet moves in. We cannot launch a full frontal attack when the odds are against us."

Orion looked at the layout of the battle one last time and then looked out the viewport. "This is it. We win or we die!"

 

[Muad Dib]

Location: Tapioca City
Objectives: get crunk
Allies: the Bachelors of Chaos ( [member="Sol Damerin"] , [member="Garith Darkhold"] ), and the CIS
Enemies: feather boas, confetti, orcs, Klingons, and the Empire

He chuckled as Sol voiced his contractually obligated deal. If one died they took the other with him in a blaze of glory. It was a running joke between the two, as each adventure seemed to drop them into the middle of chaos. And yet they worked well together, always finding a way out of their predicament. Of course it was always Sol's fault for the many different scenarios.

"Aye, agreed. But, what could possibly go wrong?"

His laughter echoed throughout the shuttle, Muad turning at the heavy steps of Master Garith Darkhold who approached. Like a specter from the past the ancient Kashi moved to the front of the hold. All that was lacking was a great fog and predators howling in the distance that would set the tone for the large man who's presence seemed to warp those beings smaller and insignificant. Muad reached out and clasped Garith's forearm.

"Oya, ner vod. Like the old days. Sol Damerin meet Master Garith Darkhold, one of the few responsible for shaping me into the man I am today."

The ship shuddered again and Muad turned from the two men, laughter still sounding out from his chest. Luckily the shuttle was going to be allowed to land, receiving instructions and directions confirmed. Rolling his shoulders once more his hand brushed the bandolier of explosives on his chest for a moment before reaching over and gripping the curved bow from his back. With it gripped in his left he turned his head just slightly, to look at the two men nearest him.

"Death? I say let her come. Today is a good day to die, but an even better day for our enemy to die."

As the ramp lowered into the large hangar Muad strode out. There were about two dozen people in the hangar, over half of them armed, as the beskar'gam clad man reached the deck. Time seemed to freeze for just a moment as those who looked at him tried to decide if he was party to the greater attack occurring outside. Perhaps it was when one of them tried to radio a Commander only to find that the shuttle was jamming communications that told them that the shuttle and it's inhabitants were enemies. Maybe it was the plasma quarrels being fired from the energy bow that was the hint.

Either way, Death had arrived to Kamino, and Death was pissed.

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Tipoca City
Objective: Find and Assist [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Allies: [member="Sol Damerin"] | [member="Garith Darkhold"] | [member="Cairyn Midore"] | [member="Muad Dib"]
Enemies: Galactic Empire

The ghostly pale Echani sat in silence in the confines of the Devil’s Flame. This shuttle was considered elegant in its design, but in reality, the interior still held the scent of old battles. There were lost specters of dead men and women that no one else seemed to see clinging to the walls. A certain level of unnatural stillness surrounded the apprentice and she barely seemed to breathe, a prisoner in crash webbing, and a place she didn’t want to be. Her eyes lingered on nothing and everything. For once, she wished that she could summon a vision and control its course. She wanted to know what was going on in exosphere with the Confederate fleet and on the ground below. She wasn’t used to being so far from her master. Nor was she used to the Vicelord asking her, correction, ordering her to leave his side.

Srina, ever obedient, obliged without question. It was still an adjustment that caused her teeth to grind together.

As they preemptively descended through the atmosphere of Kamino she let go of her discontent. First and foremost, she was a soldier, and sentiment had little place on a battlefield. They had orders to protect and serve the striking flame-haired Night Mother in this engagement. The will of her master would be executed to the letter. Although her force related talents were lacking, she was more than prepared to deal with a ground-based encounter, thanks in part to the gifts from Darth Metus.

She wore light armor that her master had created, well-designed with armorplast and armorweave, and colored darkly to help blend into a combat zone. Her usual attachment to pale blues and ivory could not be observed here in an effort to avoid becoming an obvious target. Even her white-gold hair remained braided back, tucked into a hood, keeping all of her defining features save for the curvature of her form, hidden from view. She had a Bodo Bass gunbelt to make sure that she always had unrestricted access to power cells for her Holdin’ Aces disruptor and Bloodwalker boots to, as Metus put it, keep her feet dry.

Not for the first time, she could appreciate his tendency to expect the unexpected. Kamino was, after all, a water world.

Srina had two traditional Echani vibroblades that were harnessed along the length of her spine and a hidden dueling shield to help her get close to her enemies. Personal energy shielding, as her people favored, had also been utilized to help protect from melee attacks and blaster fire. With so much of her kit relying on power cells, she was doubly glad for the gunbelt. Everything about her armor was designed for the freedom of movement. She didn’t weight herself down with much else, save for a nearly invisible medikit, and for the most part, felt ready.

Some of the faces on the Lambda shuttle she recognized. Some, she did not. Sol Damerin was a friend, whereas Muad Dib was an unknown. Srina listened as a Sith Lord named Garith Darkhold spoke to the two men almost poetically about death. It was abstract, to observe death from afar, whereas those currently losing life might feel otherwise. The Echani observed all of them in silence. The best way to learn was to keep her mouth shut, and listen, twice as much as she spoke.

Lastly, seated across from her, was someone she STILL had not quite forgiven for the blasphemy in the Golbah Games, Cairyn Midore. He was slight of frame, Teevan, and from her limited perspective entirely insane. There was a certain function to him, a certain mindset, which often left her wondering if he had the underlying psychosis of a sociopath. She would be unquestionably watching her own back if left in any sort of dire situation with the gamemaster. Srina had no want to be used as a meat shield.

“It doesn’t look like they’re going to stop us.”

Indeed, Kamino authorities did not. Why would they? The Night Mother’s pharma facility gave them a legitimate reason to be there and they had no way of knowing what was coming for them. Sooner than later the group landed planetside and the small Echani removed her restraints. Her eyes turned to her elders in the front of the shuttle and she waited for orders. She was a new element, older than Cairyn, but still different than the men in front of her. She knew battle tactics from Eshan but that didn’t mean that they intended to employ the same strategies.

Silvery eyes, glacier and unfeeling, lingered on Muad. Something about the banter he had with Sol made her think that the subtle approach was not his strong suit. “Orders?”, she questioned simply, bell-like voice cutting the air with surprising purity. It was hard to believe that someone so soft could run a vibroblade through an enemy heart without thinking twice.

The ramp to the shuttle went down and her instincts about Muad Dib seemed on the nose. He pulled out an energy bow and began firing on the workers in the hangar without preamble. No planning, no instruction, and no thought process other than causing the most panic he possibly could. Srina didn’t flinch but the recklessness caused her lips to press into a thin line.

Exactly what had Darth Metus gotten her in to?

 

[Tendra Daklan]

Location: Tipoca City, Imperial Cloning Facilities
Objective: Defend

Instead of the TIE air support he had requested, Thetan got two DX-10 transports, which had lifted off from a far away hangar, loaded with troops and ready to engage the enemy. The forward linked ion cannons on one of them narrowed in on a landing pad ahead, releasing a burst that would impact with the shuttle that [member="Daxton Bane"] had arrived in. Further more, now that the shuttle was disabled, the second Imperial transport let loose with laser cannon fire, causing a magnificent explosion that sent the wreckage tumbling over into the water.

Droid fire pelted the transports from facilities entrance, the enemy having made some considerable ground. Regardless, they were able to touch down, a total of sixty fully trained and capable soldiers piling out into the stormy rain of Kamino. In a matter of moments the landing pad was taken back and secured, the bulk of the clones pushing forward into the facility while some remained to hold the area.

As for Thetan, he had just gotten done escorting the scientists and other key personnel to their safe house, a heavily fortified and restricted section of the deepest lower levels. Stormtroopers had formed a perimeter, patrolling hallways while others stood on guard, stoically standing on guard at all entrances and exits. Nearby at a computer terminal, one of the Kaminoans had been working desperately, backing up a majority of the data and key projects that had been recorded and stored in the facility's memory banks. They were also able to activate many of the security overrides, sealing doorways tightly behind armored shutters.

Another group monitored the security system, watching for movement from the cameras or unidentified activity on the servers, waiting to see exactly what the CIS was here for. An attack like this was totally illogical, as the Confederacy was only as strong as it was now due to outside help. There was no way they would be staying for a prolonged amount of time, which meant that their were obvious ulterior motives to the assault.

 

[Rainbow Kitten Sunrise]

The mad Thyrsian sang a merry tune as he marched towards the bridge

“Soon comes the day,” He sang jauntily “all shall be free!” He finished as he pushed a frothing crew man over.

“Even you and even me!” He proclaimed to another as he did a slight spin with the man, as if they were dancing partners.

“Soon comes the day, all shall die!” He shouted now seemingly angry as he withdrew his lightsaber.

One of the crazed crew had pointed a blaster at him with seemingly lethal intent.

“Surely you, but never I!” The mad master finished as he leaped at the man and cut him down.

Cicero took the lift up to the bridge of the Pellaeon. As he entered the command deck he cast a worrisome look around the place. People were foaming at the mouth, quaking in fear, or writhing on the ground in terror. He picked up the distinct smell of filth, as if someone had soiled themselves. It simply wouldn’t do.

Cicero spied the Grand Moff and used Cleanse mind on the man and his bridge crew. Cicero face went from a mad grin to one of concentration. He saw the horrors these people suffered and bore the brunt of it. He cleared these terrors from their mind and replaced them with one’s of might, Imperial strength.

It required a great amount of concentration to bend the force like this. To make a barrier between these minds and the Phobis device that Darth Metus was using. If Cicero weren't already mad he might’ve succumb to it's terrible powers too. But his mind was protected and so he’d do his duty and protect the minds of his fellow Imperials next.

[member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Travis Caalgen]

LOCATION: Tipoca City
ALLIES: The Galactic Empire, [member="Thetan"], [member="Koda Fett"]
ENEMIES: The CIS, [member="Daxton Bane"]
EQUIPMENT:

• Heavy Disruptor Pistol
• Death Squad Zeta 'Reaper Regiment'
• Ysalamir Nutrient Frame

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"Director Caalgen will provide support."​

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On one of the many exterior walkways that connected the massive structures of the city, the blast door that led into a facility opened with a hydraulic hiss, revealing the white-uniformed Director of Advanced Weapons Research who marched out into the rain followed by his entourage of death troopers.

Stormtroopers were battling with the Confederacy soldiers but were being overwhelmed by the sudden surprise attack, apparently, the CIS had planted a force here before the battle. Travis raised his disruptor pistol and opened fire, quickly vaporizing an enemy, be it droid or organic, with each shot that found its mark.

Behind him, the hulking death troopers began shooting with deadly accuracy, they were the best in the Stormtrooper Corps after all. "No, Captain. Keep the enemy at bay with your platoon, once the garrison is fully mobilized we should have no issue with driving them off of Kamino." Caalgen uttered into his communicator, in response to [member="Lorik Rygan"] "AT-STs and repulsorlift tanks are being deployed as we speak."

He wasn't lying. Throughout the city, the oppressive clank of Imperial walkers and tanks could be heard as they began appearing at the various skirmishes, obliterating the enemy with their laser cannons. Caalgen scowled when his wrist display alerted him to an unauthorized access to the Imperial archives, someone had stolen data and introduced a worm into the system.

He pressed down on a switch, initiating sanitation protocols that would destroy it and then proceed to lock-out the rest of the system. "Isolate the access terminal and reroute reinforcements there. Send a bloody Armored Siege Walker if you have too, don't let the data leave the planet." He barked at the technician informing him over the channel. Caalgen dived behind a crate, a blaster bolt missing his head by a few mere inches.

As the enemy dwindled near him, he would begin attempting to make his way towards the breach, blasting through anyone who stood between him and his precious data.