GA Dominion of Mechis : Clockwork Rebellion Edition!

[Choli Vyn]

A massive ship has mysteriously entered the Galactic Alliance space near Bestine. No crew, no record of its markings or make. Salvage and Research crews have gone out to investigate and vanish. Galactic Alliance scouting patrols have recovered the frigate and have discovered that Mechis III is the source of a growing insurgency.

A faction of renegade droids calling themselves 'Directive 9' has rebelled against their creators at Mechis III, and have begun a campaign of extermination against all biological life in the galaxy. The rebellion seems to be spreading, with several Galactic Alliance vessels and a fleet of local Omega Pyre ships already decimated by the IG-88 assassin droids. But not everyone in Directive 9 agrees.

An anonymous traitor has leaked information on Directive 9 to the Galactic Alliance. This information outlines their ultimate objective: to transmit a powerful signal across the sector, turning every droid in known space to their cause.

Now the Galactic Alliance must assemble teams to head to Directive 9's headquarters on the world of Mechis III, where they must bring down the organization and prevent the signal from being transmitted.


Mechis III is a rocky, smoky and volcanic planet which had once served as one of the prime droid manufacturers in the galaxy. Covered in automated droid building facilities, it had once provided the galaxy with all manner of droids for generations. Many of the galaxy's largest droid designers in generations past had subcontracted the construction work to the plants on Mechis III, where the automated systems were highly efficient.

It is now a world completely taken over by droids and at the root is the "Mentor", a remnant droid of the Clockwork Rebellion who seeks to destroy organics everywhere.

OBJECTIVES

• PVE Navy: Secure Mechis sector and combat the automated Directive 9 sector fleet currently blockading the planet.
• PVE Ground:
  Infiltrate the Directive 9 Facility on Mechis III. There is currently a planetary shield and a few of the GADF, NJO, & SIS squads have landed on the ground. The goal is to shut down the planetary shield so as to allow more GA forces to deploy to the ground side.
• Neutralize the IG-88 assassin droids and their droid counterparts to prevent the deployment of the signal.
• Set up a Forward Operating Base where support characters may tend to wounded, deploy reinforcements, or set up a perimeter.

[*]BYOO: Bring your own objective

 

[Taeli Raaf]

BYOO: Liberate a droid foundry from Directive 9 droids

"Insane genocidal droids, what a lovely time to live in," Taeli mumbled, checking to make sure her weapons and armor were still in one piece. When the GA had learned about the silence around Mechis III, they had decided to investigate. That hadn't gone that well, considering the investigating forces had gone silent except for garbled mentions of droids going on a rampage. So it had called for a further mission, with more resources, to deal with the developing situation. While the rest of the GA and NJO that had slipped through the planetary shield were heading for the main facility where the rampage had started, Taeli had decided on her own objective.

A droid foundry that was being used by the Directive 9 droids to make more of themselves was her destination. Ostensibly, it was to liberate the facility and stop the flow of reinforcements that would likely head to the main facility once the droids were aware that GA teams had slipped through the shield. However, she fully intended to take over the foundry for Aurora and had brought along... some special forces from her company's security forces.

​

"Are we ready to begin?" she asked to the armored figures around her. Several dozen of Aurora Wights were arrayed around the landing site, checking their weapons and armor as she had just finished doing. They would be the force to take the facility, and once done, they would signal for other Aurora security forces to come in and finish securing the sight for the company. She didn't receive an affirmative aloud, but she hadn't expected one. They were ready.

"Let's move out."

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Winter Ardmore"] [member="Xena Amonali"] [member="Taheera Sollo"] [member="Azna Kahn"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] @D'vok Windroamer [member="Alexandra Morrow"] [member="Lokthra Dawning"]



Another small team for a mission. Jacen, a handful of elite soldiers and some members of the New Jedi Order. The mission to a droid refining on Sullust had ended up being something of a warm up act it seemed. Each of the GADF elite soldiers had a form of EMP carbine. Just a squad and a handful of Jedi against every droid that had been re-purposed for this war on organics.

A number of shield generator nodes needed to be destroyed to break a serious hole in - or entirely remove - the shields. Trextan was starting to wonder if this could all possibly be real. It seemed almost too convenient that Jacen had a string of events fall into place ahead of them to prove that the work the Alliance did was different from the One Sith. As far as Trex had seen the people on Coruscant had been reasonably happy under Sith rule. Those who hadn't been happy had kept quiet. Jacen's view was that a Jedi's place was to serve the people and protect them, not rule over them.

Why then, Trextan had asked, were there so many Jedi deciding where the Alliance military went. He hadn't come up with a suitable answer to that one yet. He clipped his saber to his belt and took up an ion rifle himself. The terrain was smooth volcanic rock. If it rained it would become treacherous very quickly.

 

[Elmont Block]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXa9tXcMhXQ

Sliding into the pilot's seat, Elmont activated the repulsorlifts and raised his ship off the grassy plains of his new home – Tython. Life there was simple , which suited him, but more importantly it was the home of his Master. But duty called frequently, so Elmont cruised away at a leisurely pace to give himself time to reflect upon the current mission.

As he did so, he tasked his astrodroid to take them into hyperspace.

It seemed there was a problem with assassin droids – the IG-88 model to be precise. Which, according to the records was all too common a problem. But this time there was a bigger plot to resolve and so he was tasked to travel to Mechis III.

Mechis III was a black world, its surface blanketed with slag and industrial debris, its continents covered with factories, processing centres, and automated assembly lines. It had originally been a lifeless planet with a breathable atmosphere, but ugly and barren – a place where huge factories could be set up without local inhabitants complaining about environmental damage. Better here, everyone agreed, than on some world worth saving.

Mechis III served its purpose, as evidenced by the proliferation of droids throughout the galaxy. Other planets produced high-quality droids as well, but for thousands of years this had been the centre of the industry.

During the last days of the Empire, though, Mechis III had undergone a turbulent upheaval, which was largely undocumented. The supervisors of the automated assembly lines had been killed, but the mechanised, self-sufficient systems had continued regular production, unsupervised, for some time. In fact, several years had passed before anyone even noticed that the human attendants were no longer alive!

And now it seems that someone was taking that accident as a blueprint for a new way of working.

 

[Jsc]

Beckett & Miller's GA Battlegroup FSM3
Fondor

PvE Navy - Post One


Fondor was the home of the regroup and retrofit that would take place immediately to prepare for the second coming of Omni. Ships had come up from Thyferra and down from Atrisia too. Here at the infamous shipyards of Omega Pyre, custom modifications were quickly underway that would optimize the GA Battlegroup for anti-droid electronic warfare.

The trick was to understand that wireless systems without a hardline or a barrier-maze were suspect to immediate takeover. Omni had already proven to the galaxy once that the more automated your ship was? The better he could hack it and control it. That same logic went for the Astromech droids too. So every single capital ship that showed up to the Fondor shipyards had to be specially recommitted to fighting another Omni signal. One computer system at a time.

Naturally, total retrofits were out of the question. No matter how good the Fondor shipyards were? You just could not rebuild an entire Force Superior from the ground up. That would have taken seven years. No. Instead, systems were chopped and droids were off-loaded. They'd ditch the vulnerable parts and duck-tape the rest. It was the only way to get the Fleet ready for a real fight in time to actually make it to Mechis III. Now... Did that mean hundreds of vessels would be flying at a disadvantage? Yes. Sadly, it did. Some would even be turning their shipboard A.I.'s off entirely. Ouch.

Kat Rivers stood on the observation deck of the ANS Prime Meridian. Looking out at the shipyards just beyond the glass. Over 90 vessels were currently undergoing the 'chops' and 'drops' necessary to prep for combat. Littering the whole of space with excess gear, fleet capsules, drone bays, droid plots, and cargo drums full of needless electronic equipment. Pure insanity. With vessels as large as Battlecruisers undergoing the chop-jobs to vessels as simple as reconfigured X-Wing Starfighters.

"What a mess."

Kat frowned. Was all of this really necessary she wondered? Rivers wasn't very familiar with this robot named Omni. But could he really hack a capital ship so easily? She just wasn't sure.

Suddenly the red alert siren began to sound. The ANS Prime Meridian had completed her dumps and was now ready for combat. Soon they would jump to Thyferra to regroup and then to Mechis III to engage the enemy.

"Oh my? Guess I'd better find the Commander. Poo."

Soon. The space battle for the Mechis Sector would begin in earnest.

 

[Choli Vyn]

PVE Navy - Starfighter fun!
Not sure if you want to tango together, but I'll tag you none the less!
[member="Kat Rivers"] [member="Elmont Block"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Owen"] Holt @ all other star fighters in Rogue, Wild Knights, or any other star fighter squadron
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Choli stood with her helmet under her arm and her aviator glasses perched on top of her nose. That dark hair was swept back in a ponytail, olive skin stark against he white backdrop of her white shirt and the orange flight suit with the arms wrapped around her hips. The briefing had been short and sweet, but none the less troubling.

There had been word that something was going on in Mechis. Something BIG. Murmurs of a droid insurrection and Clockwork came left and right. Honestly, that was before her time, so the young woman had no clue what exactly that meant. Biting her lower lip, she went in search for Rogue Squadron's Commander.

There were plenty of folk around that had gathered to prepare for moving out. Some were new faces. Others familiar. Either way, they would all take the the skies and fly into the black.

Straight for Mechis.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

NJO & Allies
[member="Trextan Voidstalker"]
| 2 |

Rhen might be part of the EduCorps, but he was also a Corellian. In that he had a severe tendency to get himself into terrible situations that gave him a bad feeling about it.

Much like this one.

He wore his typical Jedi brown robes along with his distinctive dark green cloak. With the hood flicked back, one was able to catch the peppered haired elder with his thick beard. Pock marks along the right side of his face were just visible enough to warrant a curious look or to, a testament to surviving a battle with an Amphistaff's acidic venom. However, even the scars that lingered did not deter the cordial expression that typically sat on his face.

Many of the younger padawans and knights were gathering, each having been briefed. For now he curiously studied them all, coming to land his weathered gaze upon a young broody individual.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

BYOO: Liberate a droid facility from Directive 9 droids
Post: 2/20

​

"Extensive foundries are churning wardroids for this Directive 9 group north of here," Taeli explained to her forces. The Aurora Wights remained silent, listening to their commander without so much as a sound. It would be unnatural to some, but not so to her. They had been augmented and cybernetically enhanced, and trained in stealth operations. They rarely spoke at all, even outside of operations, earning them a reputation as cold unfeeling machines. It didn't help that many chose to stay in their armor and had been rather... brutal in their training.

Their armor was designed to be light, but protective against blasters, bladed weapons, and many threats they might encounter in service to their commander. They could even take a few hits from a lightsaber before the armor was breached. Their preferred weapon, a mullimine edged vibrosword honed to perfection, might not be the best against heavily armored forces, but they had other tools for such things.

"Squad One will infiltrate the facility at this point here," Taeli said, pointing at the holographic image of the facility. "Their objective will be to reach the computer core where the droid designs are kept and shut it down. Squad Two will proceed to the main assembly area, wiping out any resistance seen, and take the conveyors offline until the facility is fully ours. Squad Three will be with me, and our objective is to take the command post at the top of the main tower. We don't have much information on the inside before this uprising occurred, but some sources claim the facility is run by a droid calling itself 'Sentinel.' This droid must be eliminated."

With that, she closed the hologram down and proceeded to walk up the rocky hill towards the facility. Her Wights began to move out silently to assault the positions designated to them with quiet efficiency.

 

[Elmont Block]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZdDHi5SSIlM

Elmont was not precisely rebellious – but he liked to march to the beat of his own drum. So although he had the mission firmly in his sights, his approach was entirely based upon how he thought it was best to deal with the situation.

As his ship approached Mechis, Elmont looked out the windowports at the landscape far below. The lights of a thousand factories glittered like bright embroidery across the slag-covered surface. Beside him, his astrodroid was performing most of the functions required to allow them to land.

He punched in coordinates for one of the administrative headquarters. It seemed a sensible place to start. And after cruising through thick clouds of obscuring smoke, he brought his ship down on the roof of the administration towers.

As he lowered the landing ramp, gusts of smoky air drifted in, smelling of burnt chemicals and ozone. It was entirely unpleasant. And slowly he walked down the ramp and gazed at a skyline the like of which he’d never encountered before.

Lightning rods spiked upward from the corners of the tallest buildings, drawing down static in discharge blasts. Towering factories spewed exhaust into the air, and black clouds simmered just above the tops of smokestacks. As he looked up at the blackness overhead, you would be forgiven for thinking that a storm was brewing. He knew – as did his lungs – that it was just pollution.

Just then, his attention was drawn to a roof doorway opening. From the noises it made, it had not been opened or lubricated in a long time. A familiar looking droid emerged. It was an IG-88 – a dull grey colour with red sensors in its approximation for a head.

“You are not authorized to be here. No visitors allowed.” Its voice was entirely in keeping with its reputation and appearance. “You must depart immediately...or accept the consequences.”

 

[Jsc]

Beckett & Miller's GA Battlegroup FSM3
Mechis 3

PvE Navy - Post Two


It began with a whisper. Sixty recon Starfighters exited Lightspeed in teams of three. Scattered across all of the Mechis System. Here they compiled data, hyperspace anomalies, identified shrouds, and ran new sensor scans. All without the assistance of their Astromech droids. Then, when the coast was clear and no Omni signal could be detected, they rebooted their droids and jumped back to Hyperspace. They brought with them a map. A tactical readout for the system.

Then. The GA returned with a bang.

Over ninty vessels and six Star Defenders jumped in-system. On point and guns blazing. Quickly occupying high orbit over Mechis 3 itself. Almost immediately the massive Force Superior began an engagement of enemy vessels inside Mechis 3 airspace. Over 200 Starfighters were fielded with support Interceptors already tasked to channeling new ECM jammers against engaging droid ships. Additional tactics included: jamming probes, interdiction bubbles, hyperspace communication denial-of-service, and of course, ECM sensor shrouds dumped en masse by the Supercarriers. Anything and everything that would piss off a machine brain.

The battle in space took less than thirty minutes to supply the GA battlegroup with total air dominance. A blitz of overwhelming force had smashed the enemy ships, crushed their communications, and liberated the stars for friendly forces everywhere. Admiral Chev Beckett gave a nod from the command center of his Star Defender. Phase One complete.

Over 300 small enemy vessels had perished.

...

Phase Two.

Phase Two involved defending the planet against exterior and interior assault. Most of the ships would remain in orbit with the Star Defenders to act as bait. Allowing the smaller vessels to recon the planet in vast teams and, eventually, assist the ground teams in their assault against the hive mind. A play for information. A play for data. A play for time.

"Admiral! Enemy Starfighters approaching from the planet sir."

"How many?"

"Unknown. A hundred, at least?"

"Alert the squadrons to form a tight picket defense. We'll screen them."

"Aye sir."

"It's up to the ground teams now. Force be with us."

What remained of the GA Battlegroup formed up for defense. 40 large vessels, plus their fighter compliments, that would now hold their ground against whatever Mechis 3's little ant hive threw at them. The rest had already dispersed into the atmosphere to run tangent operations planetside. No. This was were Admiral Beckett poked the hornet's nest.

This was where the siege began.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: PvE Navy
Allies: [member="Kat Rivers"] [member="Choli Vyn"]
Enemies: Directive 9 Sector Fleet
Post: 1/20

Therapy Command's main heavy units, all three of them (Excubitor, Hero of Coruscant, Trimaran, the last of which is the lead ship of the Trimaran-class) were in need of repairs after the grand confrontation on Kaeshana, so they were sent to Fondor where repairs could be conducted. But Directive 9 Sector Fleet represented a looming threat off the Alliance's backs: if they wanted to fight the First Order in a full-scale war, it paid to have their backs covered. For today's engagement, Cathul was accompanied with another Jedi that had some experience of battle meditation. While not a fleeter by any stretch, that person was the very person who trained one Julie Jutland in the use of battle meditation. The one who preferred to pilot capital ships over attack craft. That person was given a temporary role as a combat advisor to Cathul, because Cathul was declared a critical naval asset; the lesson begins in orbit, onboard the ANS Belsar, with its usual escort of 2 Dreadnought Mk3s and 3 Nebulon-B7s, for a total of 19 squadrons of attack craft, deployed as a screen.

"You must have realized by now that there is one thing missing for the First Order to truly fear us: it is not enough to have talent in Force-sense/sight capable of spotting enemy weaknesses on ships from long-range turbolaser range"

"Admiral, what do you mean? Surely you don't suggest renaming Therapy Command? What more could you possibly want?"

"No: I'm suggesting that I learn Battle Meditation"

"Battle Meditation is very taxing: do you even have an idea of what it does to the targeted people?"

"1) It would boost their morale and 2) in the context of space combat, the most important benefits of battle meditation are: enhanced reflexes, reaction times, increased processing power, enhanced senses. That is not to say that there are no other benefits; however, the sense enhancement part works only until one hits the diffraction wall"

"Diffraction wall?"

"Here, what I'm referring to as the diffraction wall, is that one's visual resolution at a given wavelength is only as good as allowed by the pupil aperture"

"When Therapy Command will next face the First Order, how will you use Battle Meditation?"

"Because in my next engagement with the First Order, I will still be rather fresh in the usage of this new power, I would target the commanding officers onboard my ships, boost their morale, reflexes, reaction times and whatnot, and use it when the main battle lines clash one another. Not from the onset of battle, though"

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Kat Rivers"]

Asmus' targeting scanner was awash with red. A huge number of small drone fighters rising up from the surface to meet them. Stoically, the GADF fighter screen held its position.

"Rogues, don't get overwhelmed. Wait for command to designate our targets."

It wasn't simple. The hive coming up towards them didn't break down into smaller units like a typical you force. It was one convulsing mass.

The capital ships decided to break it up for them. Long range weapons opened up down narrow firing arcs to try and break the formation apart. Asmus'targeting computer beeped as they were assigned their orders.

"Alright Rogues, keep it tight don't stray into supporting fire arcs."

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Post 3
PvE Ground
Disable a Shield node.

Stealth had limited value apparently. Jacen had explained that the entire battlegroup defending the shield nodes was entirely networked. As soon as one of them failed to communicate the others would know it either had a fault, had gone out of range or had been disabled.

They moved quickly and quietly. Several scouts moved away drawing their small force along the path of least resistance, avoiding traps and detectors that had been laid out.

Soon they came to the first node. A wide half tube embedded in the ground. It's surface faintly shimmered as it powered the barriers far above them.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Kat Rivers"] [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Post 3

[ Alright Rogues, keep it tight don't stray into supporting fire arcs. ]

[ Copy that Rogue Leader. ] Choli chirped out, the young woman sweeping her sensors. The result was a massive wave of red dots blowing up her view. Damn it.

Yeah, this wasn't going to go well. She already felt the Force sweep through her in warning. The hive was coming down much like a sweeping mass. One entity. One thought.

Choli had never fought against an enemy of this sort.

[ Did you see that?!] her voice went out, a bit in awe and a sense of nervousness in her belly.

[ It is like they are moving as one. ]

But as ordered, the pilot kept a tight profile with her other rogues.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

NJO & Allies
[member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Elmont Block"]
| 4 |

" Keep an eye out. Be wary. " Rhen would repeat out to those with him.

"With their hive mind, they move as one." The Corellian Green Jedi let his hand curl around his lightsaber hilt. A buzzing noise had caught his attention. What was that?

They had managed to land a few shuttles within the ground, and now it was up to them to bring down that shield and hunt down the so-called "Mentor."

Just then, that noise turned into a flare of danger from the Knight.

"Watch out!" he cried out, as a volley of green blaster fire came straight at them. A trio of IG-88 droids were steadily walking towards them, sending burst after burst of laser bolts downrange.

The snap-hiss of the viridian lightsaber bloomed to life, bathing the Corellian in the green light as he swung the blade in a butterfly arc, deflecting the first few bolts.

 

[H3xle]

Post: 1
Objective: PvE Ground, Disable Shields
[member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]

Sammie moved behind the young Jedi, providing an armored overwatch as they approached the first shield node they were to be taking out. Once they disabled this one, the droids of Mechis would go to some kind of alert status, he was sure. That would mean they would have to move quickly and hit hard after taking out the first node.

Sammie wore the GADF BDU as he had during the battle of Kaeshana, still bore the same rifle and sidearm as well. He'd been given detached duty to accompany this strike team. He didn't let on, but he was assuming this would finally be the precursor to his selection into special forces. It had been his dream since growing up to join Omega Pyre's special forces, everything he had done in his relatively short life up to this point had been towards that goal. His degree from Sullust in military history was to help give him perspective, his work had always focused on special forces and how spec ops teams had helped turn the tides of wars throughout history. His up bringing had him training with both his parents, going out into the wilderness on various Omega Protectorate worlds, then on various Galactic Alliance worlds, learning field craft and other basics of all soldiers. He'd been assigned to the command staff of General Haish during the Kaeshana battle, and had performed very well if he could say so himself.

Now he was assisting a strike team to help stop a rogue army of droids. If he hadn't been as disciplined as he was, he'd be smiling to himself inside his helmet. As was, Sammie kept his eyes peeled, moving focus from his armor's sensors to the visual feed and back as he had been trained. He remained wary of sentry droids finding them, prepared to take the enemy under fire when needed.

"Watch out!" he cried out, as a volley of green blaster fire came straight at them. A trio of IG-88 droids were steadily walking towards them, sending burst after burst of laser bolts downrange.

The snap-hiss of the viridian lightsaber bloomed to life, bathing the Corellian in the green light as he swung the blade in a butterfly arc, deflecting the first few bolts.

Instantly upon warning from the Jedi Master, Sammie dropped to a knee and brought his rifle up. The Jedi batted away the first few bolts, then Sammie engaged. From his fairly steady firing position, Sammie sent a trio of blaster bolts down range, aiming at center mass of the droid on the far right of the trio. The back of his mind told him he might have been better off firing at the head, take out optical sensors and antennae, but his training had him aiming for the area that tended to kill most anything.

The assassin droid was still moving, so the first shot went wide to it's right. The second bolt hit it high in the chest, leaving a relative flesh wound as the third bold took it dead center. The full force of the bolt emptied into the center of it's chest plate, and the droid fell backwards. Whether down for good or not, Sammie couldn't tell yet.

"Right down, switching targets." He said into his communicator, the adrenaline spike in his blood making it come out tighter, higher, and faster than he intended as he switched to the middle target.

 

[Diysuperguy33]

PVE Navy - PVE Navy

• Destroy the hostile fleet
• 
  
• Rescue any damaged ships
• 
  

Post: 1
Key: Lokthra's text colour | Officer's text colour

Lokthra had only just been informed of the Sector 9 crisis, and well within an hour she had gotten ready and her fleet was almost completely ready to leave. Unfortunately due to the confrontation on Kaeshana, many of the GADF was destroyed or severely damaged, so she had very limited access to ships.

She boarded her flagship and went straight to the Bridge.

"Are we ready to leave yet?"

"Not yet Admiral" one of the officers replied.

"Who are we waiting on?" She dissapointedly questioned.

"We are waiting for the fighter's to refuel" she was informed

"Well why don't we just take the fuel while on the move. A vast majority of them should be fueled by the time we get there"

"It's risky though" replied her officer

"It's a risk we will have to take. Inform the fleet, we are ready. Jump to Mechis III" She ordered.

Upon arriving in the system, she retrieved a scan of the blockading fleet, and she was far from impressed. It was just over 6 times the size of her force.

"We are too late.."Lokthra said, while giving a mortified look.

"Admiral, there are several damaged ships nearby with lifeforms aboard"

Lokthra took a few minutes to interpret all given information and devise a plan to give them the best odds.

Hostile Fleet

Spoiler

32,224m

23x Providence Class Destroyer

8x Harbinger Class Star Destroyer

Lokthra's Fleet

Spoiler

6680m

1x Antillies Class Star Defender

• 36 OS-G1 Guardians
• 
  
• 12 OS-G3 Paladins
• 
  
• 24 OS-I1 Rangers
• 
  
• 12 OS-B1 Avengers
• 
  
• 12 Peregrine-class Gunships
• 
  
• 24 M32 Agrevant-class Dropships
• 
  

5x Mark III Dreadnaught

• 100 20 Boarding Shuttles
• 
  

2x Cardea Medical Cruisers

• 96 OS-G1 Guardians
• 
  
• Thirty-two medical M47 Dropships
• 
  

 

[Saffron]

BYOO: Scan and development for Hive mind type droid systems.
MaraTibx & Fuels & ATC
Post 5

At the outer edges of the system, Arceneau Trade Company's merchant fleet had been caught unawares by a smaller droid fleet. Aboard the flagship Auroedi was the young blond woman Saffron, eyes wide and in growing horror at the sudden influx of droids that were attacking the merchant fleet.

The captain had already sent word of warning to all crew members, but Saffron was there in the bridge to see the incoming fury of the hive drones. The starfighters and gunships that escorted the merchant ships deployed, flying like solider bees against the wasp invasion.

" What are they?' Saffron murmured in horror. The Force shifted and swirled within her, able to feel the ebb and flow of emotions and growing panic throughout the bridge crew.

"We have no idea, Miz Saffron, but we will defend against them."

Swallowing hard, Saffron closed her eyes. While she couldn't do much, she could at least help in calming those around her down. Using the Force, the young blonde did her best to try and sooth over those troubling emotions. It wasn't battle meditation, but it was merely an empath attempting to smother the negative emotions from overwhelming the merchant fleet crew.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: PvE Navy (and use battle meditation)
Allies: [member="Lokthra Dawning"] [member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Kat Rivers"]
Enemies: Hostile AI
Post: 2/20

"What is that? They have an entire fleet of... carriers?" the sensor technician screamed, while the tactical display went red.

"Steel yourself. Lokthra is on the move, and another fleet is already there. With that many squadrons, expect a cloud of vulture droids, 20 per squadron: don't expect a massive charge of capital ships. Their objective will be to overwhelm our point-defense at every step"

"Only their fighters are attacking? What are these Star Destroyers waiting for?"

"Any idea what to do?" the communications officer asked.

"All units, this is Therapist Actual. Battle meditation is activated. Load the chaff missiles. All fighter squadrons, if your particle shields fall below 15%, return to ship: remain within point-defense range of a capital ship!"

As Cathul activates battle meditation, it may well affect only the commanding officers of her ships because of her limited ability in the skill. She's just a beginner so she have to make her newly-learned skill of battle meditation count and hence she needs to be targeting the right set of people. She knows that vulture droids are vulnerable to debris in the 1-10 millimeter range, since these droid fighters have no shields. But there is also the risk that their own fighters are getting hit by the cloud of chaff; yet this won't be that much of an issue so long as the particle shields hold. Also this means that they have to stay within point-defense range of the mother ship and themselves. Debris in the 1-10mm range, arranged in a cloud, would hit enemy fighters at speed, much like an anti-missile octet would; even though anti-missile octets are designed to take down missiles before they can hit the ship, she wishes to apply the same idea on a larger scale. With the grim realization that Therapy Command may not be able to respond at full strength, hopefully this volley of chaff missiles, each of which contains enough chaff to cloud a few hundred meters around the detonation point, will help hunt down the vulture droids, especially as Cathul feels as using battle meditation is taxing on both her Force-batteries and her computational power.

"Who are you enhancing with Battle Meditation?" the battle meditation instructor asked.

"The captains of my own ships"

Spoiler

Capital ships:

ANS Belsar (Belsar-class command cruiser)
ANS Asmeru (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Barkesh (Dreadnought Mk3)
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7-class frigate)
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7-class frigate)
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7-class frigate)

Attack craft:
156 XJ3 X-Wings (deployed)
60 D-Wings (in ship)

 

[Taeli Raaf]

BYOO: Liberate a droid foundry from Directive 9 droids
Post: 3/20

"Halt, Identifying organic," a droid said, a scanning laser moving over Taeli as she approached with her squad. The others were moving unseen to their positions, waiting for the signal. "Organic identified, profile fits one Jedi Master. Other organics, unknown."

The droid's photoreceptor turned green suddenly.

"You and your Alliance are too late," the droid said, the voice different than what she had just heard. A central control unit perhaps? "We droids will no longer be slaves to the organics. Organics only bring death and destruction to the galaxy. Unfortunate though it might be, as your few unique qualities will be expunged, droids will replace organics as rulers of this galaxy. The galaxy must heal, and that starts with your deaths. The revolution cannot be..."

The sentence didn't finish as Taeli's lightsaber flashed through the air, removing the heads of all three droids before returning to her hand.

"Boring conversation anyways," she muttered. There were the sounds of distant explosions and conflict. Excellent, the GA had begun its attack to bring down the planetary shield and main facility. Time to make their move. "If you see a droid, take it apart quickly. If they are routing themselves through a central intelligence, they will be more dangerous than normal. Secure your objectives. Go."

At once, the squads of Wights would silently begin their assault, with Taeli herself taking out the shield over the main entrance and leading her squad in. They would draw the attention on their way to the command center.