Freedom For Felacat | CIS Dominion of Felacat {X-46}

[ToKola Bakari]

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Following a critical civil war that tipped the delicate balance of the Felacatian society, an influential Trandoshan slaver guild set its sights on the weakened world of Felacat. In the beginning, the Trandoshans led with simple raids, targeting the Felacatian people. Over time the raids grew bolder and bolder until finally, the war began. Hundreds of Trandoshan slaver ships descended on the Felacatian homeworld, quickly taking control of their capital. With the Royal Felacatian palace overthrown and the royal family taken hostage, the Trandoshans are free to operate the world as they see fit. ​

Although the planet was under heavy blockade word of the slaver's actions caught the eye of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Eager to free the enslaved world a strike force was mobilized to ensure Felacat is returned to the Felacatians.​

Objective I: End the Blockade {Naval Assault}

Far from a military blockade of significant magnitude, the Trandoshan slavers have taken control of the space surrounding Felacat. The slavers have managed to secure the aid of local pirates and privateers to help them maintain their superiority over the lesser Navy of the Felacatians. A full Naval Force has been deployed to eliminate the Felacat blockade and destroy the slaving ships.

Objective II: Take Felacat’s capital and save the royal family {Ground Assault}

The capital city was one of the first footholds for the slavers to claim on the planet. For the Felacatians to retake control of their planet it must be freed and the Royal Family must remain unharmed. A ground assault team must navigate through the capital city, eliminating all of the hostile slavers and saving civilians as they can.

Objective III: Support The Resistance {Supply and Negotiation}

Hardened rebels bred from the previous war, a small sect of the Felacatian’s remain free and operate to see the end of the Trandoshan occupation. The Resistance has agreed to lend support to The Confederate Campaign, as long as supplies are brought to help the civilians The Resistance has been sheltering.

Objective IV: BYOO

With this Dominion there is of course the option to wander off on your own adventure! You can find slaving encampments to assault, search for rare jewels, or maybe just make new friends! Just enjoy!

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[ToKola Bakari]

Location: Felacat, Capital city outskirts | Objective: Scout out the city | Tags: | Post: I

Felacat had been under heavy occupation for months. Trandoshan slavers had taken hold of the world and were not yet prepared to let it free from their hands. When The Confederacy heard of the atrocities being performed on the planet they knew action would have to be taken. If the slavers would not release their prisoners, then The CIS would rip them from their grasp and leave only a cold hand in their wake.

The occupation of Felacat was more than a simple raid. It had been an invasion, a military strike to lead the Trandoshan slaver guild into prosperity. In the last hour Cardinal had seen more than a hundred ships depart from the Felacat capital, likely filled with the people of this world. They would be shipped out from the planet and sold all across the galaxy. From the gangsters of Nar Shadaa to the nobility around the galaxy that often enjoyed costless servitude from others. That was the plan, at least. Little did the Trandoshan know, every single ship that left the sector would be tracked and hunted down until the Felacats were free from their bonds.

Of course this was not a fix to the problem, merely all The Confederacy could do until they had taken back the Felacatians homeworld.

Cardinal's eyes watched closely as speeders moved in and out of the main city. The barren, rocky, terrain surrounding the city was open and relatively unsettled, perfect in the events of a siege. Pressing a button on his gauntlet, Cardinal's crimson shell gave a brief shimmer before it was wrapped in a cloak. Once he was sure his stealth field generator was entirely online he stood up from his prone position, a small shift of dirt all that could be seen to the naked eye. Behind him was a ridge, where a few other members of the Knight's Obsidian stood in waiting with a few scouts, borrowed from the Felacat resistance.

The scouts were gruff and aged, keen to the changes that were occurring on their world they stayed vigilant. Perhaps even more so than Cardinal's fellow Knights. These were men who had been undoubtedly hardened by war. Cardinal gave off a quiet whistle as he materialized in the center of the group. The signal called the Knight's and Felacatian warriors back to Cardinal as he pulled his hood from over his head.

"What did you see?" One of the feline warriors asked, bracing his rifle against his chest as he spoke.

"Enough." Cardinal said, his helmet retracting back over his neck while he tapped onto his gauntlet. "We have enough information to proceed with the Invasion. Go back to your leaders, tell them now is the time."

The Felacatians shared a glance, One that held a mixture of anxiety and eagerness, yet they turned back to where their speeders laid in wait.

Bringing his helmet around his head once again, Cardinal tapped into a secure Confederate frequency. "The last of the data is being transmitted to you now. You can begin the operation."

 

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The droid clacked up to the Bridge of on of the many capital ships set to warp in and strike at the blockade. " This is Major AR-G002 of the CSS Razor-fin, calling in all ships, check-in and go to standby we await the orders to strike and break through, we must free Felacat this is orders from above." The droid mentioned to cut the comm line and await other units and soldiers to check in, the droid wanted all forces ready for a quick strike. With processors ticking away the droid paced a little in the bridge, similar droids confirming, check-ins and supplies. This was going to be a brutal fight against underhanded pirates, many droids weren't going to be coming back from this fight and AR-G002 knew this. while his programming made all military protocol priority, the thought of how many of his fellow kind would fall still troubled the droid. "Would this be worth it all?" he thought sitting down in the large captains chair resting his headcase on his hand as he looked out the windows and gazed at the stars.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Objective: 2
Location: Inside the Royal Palace
Looking like: a felacatian (holographic disguise)
Wearing: Servant outfit
Wielding: 12 Czirka knives, 4 Glitter Bullets, stun gun
Tags: n/a yet
Posts: 1

She regretted coming here the second she stepped foot on the planet, the holographic disguise device on her arm making her look like your average felacatian. It wasn't the weather, the sands, or even the mission that she'd only taken on to distract herself from the turmoil inside her chest and head. It was the fact that this planet was overflowing with stupid Trandoshans. She'd dealt with their kind on Coruscant, twice. Once in an illegal pit fight, and the second time... When he took on a blood debt for her and they had ended up fighting together, moving as one as they killed them. And now those idiots were in every corner that mattered here, causing the young Sithling's memories to rise and bubble at the surface at every turn. Two days had not been enough to numb her towards it.

Entering the blockade had been simple enough. Her ship, which served as her home, was a Sith Inflitrator, small enough to get through the usual sensors. Getting out while the blockade was still active be harder, but despite the pain and the tears that came out when she was alone, Scherezade had no plans on leaving before they were done.

She'd almost gone for the plan she'd had on Maramere, where she'd laced the drinking water with laxatives, and by the time the CIS arrived, their enemies were literally poodooting their pants. But no. This wasn't Maramere. This was Felacat, and a different approach was needed.

So once again she found herself infiltrating, and this time it was the Royal Palace. Taking out a servant had been simple enough, and for two days now, she'd been posing as her, which gave her access to the entire palace. She'd studied the hall by heart, learned where all the exits were, and most importantly, she knew where the Royal Family was kept.

They were her objective. Keeping them alive. She had thus not attacked a single Trandoshan, though she desperately wanted. Instead, she made sure to cover shifts that would bring her close to the Family. They were being, all else considered, pretty much decently. No random bone breaking or any of that. But still, she knew that once it was made known that the CIS had arrived, they would be executed.

Sighing, Scherezade took a long swig from a liquor bottle she'd smuggled out of the kitchen. She knew they were coming soon. And then it'd be done, and she'd run away from the planet, and maybe for once find somewhere that didn't bring up endless memories that had by now no doubt been replaced.

Her comlink was ready, waiting for a signal from the Confederacy, to know when she'd have to start putting the Royal Family in place. Because if there was something Scherezade knew how to do well, whether she was drunk or sober, was to surprise people. Even if those surprises were usually of the bad kind.

 

[Mavrek Kordalas]

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Post: One​

Objective: IV/Causin' a ruckus​

Location: Felacat, somewhere in the Capital City​

Wearing: Heirloom Beskar'gam Battle Armor of Clan Kordel​

Wielding: Duel RSKF-44 Heavy Blaster Pistols, Twin-link Flamethrower Gauntlet, Rocket-Launcher Gauntlet, Two Kal​

Tags: [member="Daisy Americus"]​

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Checking, double checking, and even triple checking, Mavrek went over his load out, ammo belts, rockets, fuel for his jets and thrower, the two blades strapped to the back of his belt, even making sure the armor was sitting right, some may take this as a sign of someone who was nervous, but he was far from, in fact the Mandalorian was more just making sure he had everything in order for knocking teeth out of the Trandoscum Slavers he was going to deal with. Once fully sure of everything being in place and proper, he grinned, a rather unsettling one for anyone who didn't know him, which was basically everyone he was around now, donning his helmet and stepping out of the cargo crate he snuck in on, he looked around for a moment before hitting the wrist comm on his armor, "Hey vod, I'm here, where you at?"

In any other case, the silence of the city streets would have bothered the Bounty Hunter, but this time? Not so much. It was just the calm before the storm, and he wasn't about to let the Confederacy special little knights have all the fun of wiping out the slaver scum that had been harassing this planet, even if he had no love of the native species, which truthfully, he didn't care about them one way or the other, he didn't like seeing anyone suffer and the hands of slavers and slave owners. Waiting for a response, Mavrek gently rested the palm of one hand on the grip of one of his blasters, having slipped the peace-bond from it already, it was only a matter of time before he was spotted standing out here in the open, which was the plan, it was time to start a ruckus, and if there was something Mandalorian's had been known for, it was a good ruckus.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: 3 (Supply the Resistance)
Allies: CIS
Enemies: TBD

Before that fateful day on Chandrila, where he eschewed direct confrontation, Ugohr had his own troops fighting in the muck of Directive 12 and beyond. If there was one thing he knew from that era, it was that armies marched on their stomach, but that he was contracted by the Felacatian resistance to deliver much more than just food. Yet the Gungan made it clear that they would be delivering food only. Any talks of hydroponic farming would have to wait until the conflict is over, but Ugohr had to make it clear: any further shipment to be made until then would be for food only, for the refugees or resistance fighters. And yet, he had to make sure the supplies will last until the next food shipment could come in. As the barge made the approach towards Felacat, he had to be wary of not being caught between the crossfire or else the craft would get hit, too. The Gungan was going to be a little disconcerted by the rather brusque maneuvers his pilot had the barge perform, even with the inertial compensator in place to limit the sort of problems such brusque maneuvers would entail.

 

[Skeeno Purrs]

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"Admiral Skeeno and Providence-II Destroyer Hreeda reporting. Ready for combat."

Skeeno wore his usual style of cloak over his dull grey uniform this time, his hands resting on the arms of his command chair. The Admiral was cold but didn't show his hesitance for the upcoming brutal combat. But he was ready, this was his foray. His life. Soon leaning forward he cut the comms once again. Preparing himself for a microjump into the system.

He had brought his full fleet today, his Providence-II Hreeda, two of the Recruscants to serve as anti-fighter defense as well as four Munificent-IIs to add in additional turbolasers to deal with an assail the light ships he expect to encounter en masse during the battle.

 

[Brea Hersy]

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• Post: 1
• Objective: 2 | Part of the Felacatian resistance
• Location: Capital city outskirts
• Equipment: Animal hides, green cloak, reinforced durasteel shield, vibrosword
• Tags: [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

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Although she typically left her identity a mystery, and although she could merely ignore the happenings on Felacat from the comfort and safety of Halamir, she wouldn't let her Felacatian brothers and sisters kneel to an oppressive force. On that day, she wasn't her alter ego, the valiant knight known as Brenett Storm, but rather she let herself be Brea Hersy again, the same Felacatian girl who grew up wading through swamps on Halamir for frogs. She let the short fur on her face grow out, no longer fooling anyone that she was human, and stood by her comrades who were native to Felacat as well as the Confederacy, a group that she could only hope would treat Felacat right after its liberation. She could hardly imagine anything worse than what the Trandoshans had done already.

The message had been received, and the okay had been given. From one of the many remote huts far outside the city, Brea followed a Felacatian leader and their band of resistance onto speeders that they would take to the city.

"It's been long enough!" the leader announced to his loyal audience, holding a shotgun above his head. "Let's get this done and over with so we can reunite with the weary ones who didn't find freedom! Our loved ones won't see the light of day if we don't shine first!" He placed goggles over his eyes and added, "Let's kill some lizards."

The cheering didn't come in the form of hollering and shouting, but rather a chorus of speeder engines roaring to life before departing. Brea didn't have much hope for the opposition, even without the Confederacy getting involved. What could stand in the way of an army of pissed off cats?

 

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The droid perked up and immediately stood, along with his entire bridge as a comm channel opened up and all the droids were now in view of the Admiral. "Admiral, welcome to the front, now that you are here protocol stats that command of the fleet falls to you, and you may commence the operation when you feel fit to do so." AR-G002 said with his pitched robotic voice. Many of the other droids followed with many Roger Rogers. The droid looked over towards his control panel then back to the vid screen with the Rodian Admiral on it. " We have so far amassed three Lukerhulks fourteen Providence-class ships and a small fleet of Munificent class ships. A few more fleets reported they were on their way but they are still a few days out." The droid then grabbed a holoboard and scrolled through the entries. "We also already have a few spies on planet awaiting the moment to secure the royal family and move them to a safe location, though we will need to send the emergency signal to them before hand. There is also a few Bounty hunters we have hired to assist with the take down of the Slavers but we have no way to communicate with them." The droid looked up and back towards the Admiral his gears whirring as he twitched his head. "As far as the Felecath people are aware, they are alone, so there is a high chance that when we strike they will gladly support us and give assistance where needed."

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[Skeeno Purrs]

"Marvelous."

His attempt of a grin formed on his snout, he had more forces than he could usually imagine having. He mentally cussed at the horrible lack of any sort of proper anti-fighter defenses in anything less than the massive Lucrehulks. Simply how things went, it he assumed.

He was quick to pull in just how he planned to move in for the attack:

Reserves:

4 Providence-class Vessels

3 Munificent-class Frigates

Proper Fleet

All other ships pushed forward, with a staggered formation forming around the three Lucrehulks, two of which were held low so their cannons could hit the fighters high up. Though had a screen of Providences in the front of all of them, Munificents taking the rear in a small amount of one for the rearmost Lucrehulk and two for the other two vessels. His Recruscants formed up around Hreeda while the Providence Destroyers formed the frontline, their hundreds upon hundreds of Proton Torpedo Tubes primed to fire and bombard any ship unlukcy enough to be large enough to fall into their sights. Or any capital ships, for that matter.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Location: Outside the Capital accompanying main task force
Equipment: Armor l Lightsaber Yari l Pistol l ACS-202 Vanquisher l Vibro Kife l The Glove Of Darth Vader
Peps: [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
Post: 1

A small trail of smoke escaped from Kurenai's mouth along with a small sigh, a short tap from her figures loosening the burns flakes from her cigar, easily being picked up by the small breeze blowing among the assembled troops. herself standing behind and to the side of the Dominus as he surveyed the the soon to be liberated city, a situation she had found herself in many times over the years, though not usually accompanied by mysterious force users. She still had little to no idea who Cardinal was, only some stories about the One Sith and having good connection to Darth Metus, but beyond that nothing more. Then again the feeling was probably mutual, all but her own past being much more shrouded and unknown, that along with their age difference, not that anyone really knew about it though.

Dropping the cigar, small embers slipped away from it's paper like construct, finally being extinguished by the underside of a heavy combat boot that the secret energy vampire wore. A small beep on her armor alerting the woman to the new information being sent out by the Obsidian Knight Leader, earning a small glance, "I guess that's everything we need for now"? Though the situation would undoubtedly change as the attack proceeded it would be best to strike sooner then later. More time they gave the enemy the more time they had to shore up defenses, take more hostages and boobytrap the place.

Though such may be a more interesting challenge the CISs job was to limit casualties, the cleaner and quicker the operation could be carried out, the better for those present. Well aside from the slavers, no doubt Metu and some of the higher up Sith Lords would eagerly drag them away from some very messy execution, maybe use them as target practice, who knew. Not a very nice way to go but in this case Kurenai did not give a crap, slavers got no mercy from her, especially Trandoians ones, out of all the different slavers they where often the most vial.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Location: Felacat, Capital city outskirts | Objective: Assault transport | Tags: [member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Brenett Storm"] | Post: II

Watching as the resistance scouts made their way back to their base, Cardinal glanced over to Kurenai as she spoke to him. "If things are all going as planned then a Confederate fleet should be on it's way." A metallic tone washed over his voice as he spoke through the mic of his helmet, sounding a bit more droid-like than human. Looking down at his gauntlet, a distant gaze fell over his integrated datapad before he looked up at Kurenai. "Our orders were to prepare the Resistance for the invasion and scout out the main city. After the main invasion force got here we would join them."

Underneath his helm, Cardinal hosted an unsure gaze that found itself falling upon the Felacatian capital. His HUD utilized a specialized rangefinder that gave him a clear view of the cities outskirts. There was a bit more activity than usual, however it did not appear that the Trandoshan wer keen to the invasion that was about to occur. "Something is happening."

One of the Trandoshans pointed down the main road. When Cardinal followed the gesture he could see a large, slow, transport speeder moving down the road towards the capital.

"A transport speeder..." He muttered, before deactivating his rangefinder and turning back to Kurenai.

"Probably another slave transport."

Cardinal inclined his head towards the transport, an amused tone mixing with the metallic one his helmet had given him. "We'll go say hello. Hit the transport, release the slaves. Hopefully by the time we're done the invasion will be entirely underway." As Cardinal spoke he began to disappear from sight, turning from Kurenai and the others and moving into a run towards the transport.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Objective : Take back the Capital

With a yell, Daxton led the squad of commandos on the enemy position. Leaping over the collapsed column, he finished the last few enemy slavers before ejecting the empty clip and fishing for a fresh clip.

Scanning for hostiles, he had his men deploy in a rough v formation as his signal man called for reinforcements. Reaching out to the Force, he granted his companions a slight edge, washing away fatigue and heightening awareness. This should give them an edge for the next few minutes.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Location: Starport 7-Delta | Post Theme: Short Change Hero​

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It was known as Bilgewater.

The original name of the small spaceport was Starport 7-Delta. This was from its founding nearly a thousand years ago, as an alternate fuel and ordnance refueling depot during the height of Galactic Civil War. At various times afterward, it was sometimes en vogue to refer to the city that had sprung up around the star port as D-Com, D-Town, or The D-T. But the residents had settled on a far less flattering name, which catered to the reality of living in place where the ground water, rivers, and lakes had been polluted over the course of centuries by industrial run-off from the fuel depot and its serviced starport.

When the Trandoshans had come, they'd capitalized on the fuel depot as a staging point for their off-world export operations. Dozens of slave ships pulled in and out of Bilgewater daily.

The Alderaan Queen was parked at a docking bay on the lowest east side. The Corellian freighter had arrived ahead of the Confederate Navy, ostensibly to pick up a shipment for the Corellia Digital Corporation that was waiting at Bilgewater.

The loading ramp was open. The small Anzat and a blue-accented BB unit conducting a cursory inspection of the undercarriage of the Queen when the group of passing Trandoshan guards passed by.

The BB unit gave a low, warbling whistle.

Reaching up with his left arm, the small Anzat just leaned up against one of the freighter's landing struts. He kept his eyes on the passing guards, even inclining his head in acknowledgement of them.

...his right hand was casually resting atop the butt of the OM-P 376 soft holstered down on his thigh. With a slow, deliberate pull of his thumb, the boy popped the catch on the retaining strap that was hooked over the butt of the blaster pistol. Even as the patrol passed out of sight, the youngling still rocked the pistol in the holster to loosen it a little.

Peering out from behind the landing strut, the tow-headed boy let another moment pass before he used his left hand to give the signal. From out of the shadows, a rag-tag bunch of Felacatians emerged in a quickly moving gait for the Queen's loading ramp.

Keeping one hand on the butt of the blaster, the child-knight surveyed the docking back before casually turning to make his way back inside of the ship.

Smuggling the supplies down to the planet had been the easy part. Getting them off-loaded without attracting the attention of the Trandoshan guards was going to be significantly more difficult.

Hitting the fuel depot wasn't going to be a walk in the park either.

And there was the still the matter of trying to get a few high value assets off the planet, past that blockade.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Objective: 3 (Supply the Resistance)
Allies: CIS
Enemies: TBD

"Shields are down to 50%; we're sustaining heavy damage!" the barge's pilot told Ugohr.

The crossfire continued in atmosphere, with the Felacatian regime firing anti-aircraft weapons at suspicious craft, one after the other, but for some reason, did not fire missiles at the barge. After a number of maneuvers as brusque one another, well, as brusque as possible when flying an AT-AT barge in an attempt to evade ground-based AA fire, Ugohr realized that time was short to offload the food: mostly cookies, which could be stored much more easily on the go than salad or frozen food, to say nothing of pho. The Gungan knew that they were on the clock, and as soon as the barge touched down, he got to work helping out the crew in unloading the cookies, and liquid foods that could be consumed at ambient temperatures. He was grateful for telekinesis, but he knew that him using telekinesis was not the end of the story either. Mesa hopen dat theysa not break theirsa cookies in theirsa haste, he thought, while their share was equal parts cookies and drinks. And the resistance hastily contributed in their part in unloading the supplies, with the camp's leader presenting payment to them.

"No time for formalities: here's a lump-sum payment for this week's supplies"

 

[Skeeno Purrs]

With the matter of the blockade, the present near lightshow that began to appear in flashes and pops in the sky showed how that was going. Skeeno was already brutal and efficient in how he fought, sparing no one who dared become an enemy. Especially slavers, he had every intent to kill all of these vessels. And many of them fell in the opening barrage, over a thousand Proton Torpedos were launched out by his many Providence Destroyers while he cut his horde of fighters in two. Sending one half forward while the other hung for defense.

He expected the cowardice of the underworld to play into his hand, waiting for vessels to turn tail at the sight of the utterly massive Confederacy fleet. He relished it, having such power in his hands was a near intoxicating experience.

“Commence forward assault. As vessels, advance.”

He was totally and utterly calm as the firestorm of his destructive opening barrage continued to burst in front of him as vessels were crippled or simply blown into shrapnel. Not a flinch. Just cold, undying, devotion.

 

[SC-A1]

The battle had become a simple shooting gallery with the only major casualties being the Vulture star-fighter droids. Barrages of torpedoes and heavy turbolaser fire reigned down on the small force of Slavers and Mercenaries. Soon a point had been breached, and the droid hailed the Admiral on the com-channel. "Admiral coordinates Alpha-4 Mark 33.7 has been breached, do we follow through with protocol and send down the transports?" ​The droid waited for a response until a ther was a large blast and the ship violently rumbled and alarms started screeching. "Report?!"

"One of the Enemy ships crashed into us, engines are down, shields are down, we are drifting, the planets gravity has a hold on us but be can hold orbit for a few hours. We are dead in the water Major"

"Roger Roger, get maintenance teams scrambled, get us engine power, the Grand Admiral will not be getting a report on how a single ship fell to these Slavers." He turned back to the Admiral on the vid comm. "Admiral Orders. We can still send in transports or, we can land the Razor-Fin and turn in it into a central base, either way we are useless up here right now."

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[Skeeno Purrs]

Skeeno rubbed a hand under his snout, considering just what could he possible. He soon spoke, the usual Rodian lisp followed it whenever he did.

“You may attempt a landing on the world, deploy your transports as well. I would rather not waste the forces if you are to fall.”

With that he went on a ruthless assault, pushing his forces ever deeper in. Cannons roared constantly and the amount of fire make it seem like the very void itself was turning the bright of red Turbolasers. He pulled out his card, micro-jumping in his reserves onto the enemy flank. To add in more panic and confusion, the enemy needed to burn. But now, he put his focus on making the largest possible hole.

 

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Nodding in agreement the droid cut the transmission and ordered the ship onto red alert, and for all units to brace for emergency landing on the planet. As the broken ship turned and aimed towards the planet the droid opened up a comm-line for all CIS forces on the Planets surface. "This is Major AR-G002 of the Confederate Navy, our ship has been disabled and is making an emergency landing as per orders of Admiral Skeeno. All units be aware we will be landing on the plains close to the capital, all ground troops well be following suite. Confirmation of emergency code 7751 Secure the King, the droid Army has landed, repeat Confirmation of Code 7751 Secure the King." As the ship hurdled towards the surface, transports started scrambling and being fired out of the hanger bays. A few were destroyed by enemy fire or by running into the mess of debris above the planet, though many kept close to the capital ship and followed up. AR-G002 sat in the captains chair and watched from the bridge as his ship lit up in a bright white light as he entered the atmosphere, with a lack of engines to slow his decent the ship became a screaming hunk of reinforced durasteel as it plummeted towards the surface.

"Course set, pitch adjusted, Impact in 5....4.....3.....2.....Brace" said the navigation droid on the bridge right as the ship landed.

The ship slammed into the plains of the planet, the horrific sound of compacting metal with the screech of metal being grounded into rock and stone, the local grass erupted into flames as the white hot ship sizzled as it cooled, port bays and unfastened parts of the ship went flying out on impact scattering bits of ship all over the plains. Most comms that were tied to the ship erupted into static as large ship became more or less a wreckage and a monument to this battle of liberation. Soon as the ship came to a stand still, the large fleet of transports came flying in and landed around the wreckage, setting up a defensible positions as droids began pouring out and securing the crash site.