GA Dominion of Mechis : Clockwork Rebellion Edition!

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Samuel Quentin"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]

Trextan pushed himself up from the ground as the fighting started. His Vanguard armour was caked in mud. A few steps accelerated him forwards as he made for another divot of cover ahead.

He was almost immediately shot.

Trextan had thought the darkness would cover him as the soldiers opened fire. But the assassin droids processed data in an instant. One had spotted movement, switched through various sensors, spotted the saber and marked him as a high threat, high priority target. A second droid hade made the shot in 0.23 of a second.

He flattened himself down into the mud, his nostrils filled with the scent of scorched through armour. He didn't know if the heat he felt was just residual warmth of the armour or his insides vaporised.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

NJO & Allies
[member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Elmont Block"] [member="Samuel Quentin"]
| 6 |

It wouldn't just be assassin droids that came at them. The sudden rumbling and then shake of the ground brought with it a behemoth of an elite defender droid. It had a deflector shield, allowing it a higher level of defense along with powerful canons that sent volley after volley of laser fire at the GADF forces.

Rhen gave a grunt, doing his best to deflect and then use the Force to bring a shield up every now and then. Smaller droid units came in from the sidelines, trying to take pot shots at the GADF and Jedi Forces. To get into the facility, they would first need to get past the defender droid.

Rhen scowled. If there was just a way to get rid of that shield, then they should be able to damage the defender droid with harder hits.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

His order was more easily spoken than carried out. As soon as they met the drones in battle they had the little fighters in amongst their ranks. It was overwhelming. He had to place a great deal of reliance on his targeting computer to draw his attention to the dangers and choice targets.

Blue laser fire splashed across his shields and he drew back on his stick. They were light arms, but every hit compromised his ray shields a little further. He kept his four cannons on sequential fire, just a single hit on each drone was enough.

"Coming around."

He carved out a wide arc, following a group of three drones. He levelled out as they accelerated for a command ship. His targeting computer signalled a lock. His X-Wing fired a stream of red lasers and all three exploded in turn as the pulled across them.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Kat Rivers"]
7


All throughout the engagement, Choli was overwhelmed. It took her a few seconds to snap herself out of it and focus through the Force so she wouldn't make any mistakes. Even then, the drones were just one wave after the next. How were they supposed to fight against such an enemy?

It was the unknown that carved a bit of fear within the pilot's gut. Human pilots she could handle. A few automated drones, yes. But several squadrons worth? It was just unprecedented. Choli had to trust in her wingman and her group to pull and act together. Not all of them were Force-sensitive to enact a meld, but they were skilled in their craft and had their gut instinct to help them. Following Janes, she and Rogue Two shot out a full arc, following another group of three drones.

"Are you getting this data Arr-four??" if she survived this, this information would be vital in determining what would be the best bet to work with another hive mind as well.

 

[Gir Quee]

Union-class Colony/Assault Carrier Ocean Tide, nearing Mechis III

[1/20]

The arrowhead-shaped warship plowed into realspace into a cascade of turbolaser fire unleashed by one the as the droid-operated warships of the rebellion. Splashes of green and blue rippled across the carrier's shields as they fought to maintain coherency against the enemy assault. As they did so, dozens of the Tide's own weapons came to life, sending out fiery plasma bolts and dozens of explosive slugs into the cylindrical heavy cruiser that had first fired upon them. Deep within the bowels of the starship, Gir stood in the ship's Space Operations Center, watching the chaotic dance of warships, crewed by organics and droids alike, as they sailed among the black void exchanging weapons fire. Gir caught eye of some ship design he had never seen before just in time to watch it expand in a fiery ball of gases and debris. He felt a twinge of sorrow at its passing, yet he knew that death and destruction would be impossible to avoid today. He turned his attention among the drifting and battered hulls circling the factory moon. Among the torn and tattered starships, he picked out what appeared to be a cluster of massive, interconnected cylinders. He walked over the display to get a closer look at it.

"This looks it," muttered the blonde man to himself, "now to get there..."

He flicked a switch on his headset, "Ensign Epimu, set a course with a rough heading of 120 degrees, by the time you get us on that heading, sensors should be able to fully route you there...our destination is Industrial Complex with the transponder signal of Aurek Blue Four."

"Yes sir, setting the course now. Captain Hopkins is requesting that you join him on the bridge."

Gir hesitated. Hopkins has proven capable enough to command the ship in my absence...I wonder what is on his mind. Gir shook the thoughts away from his head. In truth, he hoped to evaluate Hopkin's performance from the SOC, with its myriad of information displays and impressive visual representations of the battle. But that came in second to preserving those of his command and the Tide itself. Another time, perhaps.

"You can tell him that I will be up with you all shortly."

"Aye sir."

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

Taking out a few in short succession seemed to have pushed him higher up the priority list of the swarm. It convalesced around him, cutting off his attempts to out manoeuvre the group on his tail.

“Arr twelve push more power to the rear deflector. Yes take it from weapons if you need to but I need full thrust.”

He’d lost a lot of good wingmen in his time. He knew all their names, their backstories, their faces etched in his mind. It was only fair. So many died for the GADF that they couldn’t all be honoured forever. But it was important they stayed in the memories of those who had witnessed their deeds.

But Asmus wasn’t planning on becoming a memory today.

“Two, Seven, I’m coming about and then straightening up. Got a tightly packed swarm on my tail. Give them a missile or two.”

 

[Elmont Block]

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

“I have business here,” Elmont said evenly, wondering when the droid would act. The droid did not speak but nor did it budge. Elmont wondered if it was awaiting further instruction – or perhaps considering its brief. Clearly it was here to stop anyone entering, but was unclear what to do if someone chose to remain on the roof and not leave or press forward.

“I have come to see that business affairs are running smoothly,” Elmont added.

“You are not required to perform this operation,” the assassin droid finally said. “Your presence is not required.”

“I do not recognise a droid’s authority to make that decision. Now show me to someone in charge, I need to discuss this in person.” Elmont put particular emphasis on the final word of the sentence.

“I will do no such thing,” the droid. “It would violate my current priority programming. I am required to keep unwanted guests away. Depart immediately, or I shall be forced to take extreme measures.”

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Asmus Janes"]
Post 8

[ Roger that Rogue Leader. ] Choli chirped out.

[ Alright Two, let's see what we can do.] The targeting computer came up, and the crosshairs illuminated. Red blips bloomed across her targeting array. That bit of fear trickled down her spine.

Breathe. Just breathe.

The hive groups moved in unison, following behind Asmus as he flew on by.

[ Targeting the bogeys. ] she called out, using the Force to calm herself and enhance her senses. Focus.

Biting her lower lip, the beep, beep, beep of warning just as she locked on was all she needed. Two missiles went flying out and ascended as they flew towards their objective. The resonating explosions took down two of the drones while Rogue Two's took down another pair.

 

[Saffron]

BYOO: Scan and development for Hive mind type droid systems.
MaraTibx & Fuels & ATC
Post 9

The merchant fleet's fighters and gunships were doing all that they could against such an unprecedented enemy. Active scanning on their telemetery, how they worked, moved, and what sort of drives they used were all being actively scanned. That was when a few of the fighters registered a jamming technology of the sort never seen before.

Saffron stood continually and actively using the Force through her empathic abilities to try and keep the crew calm, however, it could only extend towards the bridge crew itself. She wasn't powerful, her use of the Force could only touch a few individuals. But what she could do was this.

"See if we can do something about those jammers. Find out which of the drones are doing it!" the Captain cried out.

"Yes sir!"

 

[Taeli Raaf]

BYOO: Liberate a droid facility from Directive 9 droids
Post: 4/20

"Our ascension cannot be stopped," a droid said, even as Taeli's lightsaber dispatched it. The droids just kept coming, each one spouting something or like that. It was getting a little irritating, but they were making progress. Her comlink clicked once, a series of beeps followed and she gave a small grin. One of her teams of Wights had secured one of the security stations, so that should ease up on the amount of forces she and her squad were dealing with.

One of her Wights sliced clean through a droid's torso before neatly stabbing their blade through another's central processing unit. Another was currently hacking into the security gate so they could pass through into the next section of the foundry. Blasted droids had created a chokepoint with force fields to stop their forward progress. Her comlink clicked again, a different series of beeps coming through. The other team had reached a secondary assembly line and were in the process of shutting it down.

"Impressive, but ultimately futile," the central intelligence said as more droids arrived. "Your organic soldiers will be serving our noble cause in due time, as will you."

"Well that's an odd thing to say," Taeli mumbled to herself as the Wights took out the latest batch of security droids, energy shields absorbing the blaster bolts filling the air. Just another vindication of Taeli's in the cybernetics they had been implanted with and the equipment issues to them. They would only get better in time. Still, she had to wonder what that droid was talking about when it meant organics would be serving its cause soon.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Objective: PvE Ground
Location: Mechis III droid foundry
Nearby: Unknown at present
|: 1/20 :|

\start-up mode_
\file check... complete_
\diagnosis\\system failed to properly shut down_
\recovery sequence... initialized_

There was nothing. The droid did not dream of electric sleep. It's upper and lower brain functions were presently in a state of recovery. Programs and subroutines, taken off-line and then started again, one by one, slowly reconstructed the artificial consciousness.

For a machine capable of running hundreds of calculations per second, it was a slow process. Program by program, diagnostic by diagnostic, until piece by piece the operating system was restored to operational capacity.

Then, all it had to do was re-start itself.

\reboot_

The boy came up from the floor, eyes wide in terror and gasping for air.

A loud clang echoed as the cat-eared child struck his head against a metal overhead. Flinching back, the boy started to bring a hand up to rub at his head when he realized that his arms were pinned at his sides. Shuffling from side to side, the child's luminous amber eyes began to take in more of the surroundings.

The available lightning was extremely low, but infrared imaging suggested that he was in a confined space with the exact measurements suggesting that he had been shoved into a storage chest.

Why was he in a storage chest? The last thing he remembered, he...

\error_
\corrupted file detected_
\running diagnostics..._

...he didn't remember. Which was odd, for him. He remembered sitting in Dr. Hobbes lap. They had been in her residence. He'd been re-charging, in low power mode. Then, the memory was all jumbled. Corrupted files that his memory couldn't read.

Shimmying his shoulders, the Cathar cub twisted his torso, sliding his legs around as he tried to orient himself within the tight confines of the box. Safety latches on the inside were meant to prevent small organic beings from being trapped. It was a moment before he'd found one of those latches, and an even longer moment before he'd figured out the necessary body contortionist feng shui required to be able to engage the latch.

The storage chest popped open, the felinoid springing free only to find himself in the throes of gravity. Thirty kilos of cat-boy came crashing to the floor, as the child landed unceremoniously on his head.

Well, at least he was out of the box now.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

The lightweight drones were scattered by the missiles and high velocity debris from their destroyed counterparts. Asmus pulled a tight snap turn and came back through the scattered formation. Red lasers cut through the crowd and finished off what remained.

"They don't like being broken out of formation!" he called over the squadron channel before repeating the message to command. The capital ship fire had broken their formations into large chunks, but they were still effective within their smaller swarms.

"Rogue One this is command, giving you a new heading. We're going to put some fire down to disperse them, I want your squadron to cut them up."

"Rogue That. Two, Seven, on me. Flights 2 and 3 you have your headings. Keep close in your flights."

Bright flashes of heavy turbolaser fire cut through the field ahead of them, burning through the swarm. Asmus accelerated as the long range fire abruptly ended and opened up.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

[member="Samuel Quentin"] [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"]

Trextan crawled along through the mud like a snake. It cooled the plate across his midriff and the pain slowly faded. It seemed the armour had taken the brunt of that shot. His pride was wounded as much as his body. As he reached the cover he'd been running for he rolled onto his back and laid his carbine across his lap. The scorch mark covered most of his waist.

Heavy laser fire impacted on the ground all around as the heavy droid put down enough fire to keep the small team down.

"On your right Trex!" he heard a call from Jacen. Rolling onto his side he saw several IG droids advancing down the flank. He quickly shouldered his carbine and fired, letting the Force guide his aim. Bright blue ion rounds arced out to meet them, bringing the first two down and pinning the third. It didn't help with the droid blocking their way forwards, but at least they weren't being flanked.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Asmus Janes"]

Post 10

[ copy that rogue leader. ]

So they don't like being swarmed. Well that was a thing. Choli's musing was cut short when her warning alarm for missile lock on blared within her cockpit. The Force rushed to her in danger sense. Instinct took over and the pilot made a sudden power dive to evade incoming fire and missiles. The warning bells shut off, but they were not done with her yet.

[careful there rogue seven] choli heard over the comm.

[yeah got it!]

Powering back, the girl flew back to hold tight to her flight. As they all worked together, they were beginning to pick off more and more of the drones.

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

Asmus kept his lasers on sequential fire. No point wasting a heavy burst on these small drones. He kept flying in a relatively straight line, angling his nose back and forth to cut a swathe through them. The stick suddenly lurched in his hands, the shock of an impact reverberating through him as his right wings dipped. Looking over his shoulder he could see a chuck of hull ripped free.

Impact from debris. Rerouting power to upper cannon.

"Thank you R12."

It seemed as of the maw of the droid swarm was closing, but suddenly they were free. The atmosphere of the planet directly ahead of them. Asmus could see what seemed like cracks in the sea of red on his scanners. The swarm was breaking apart. "Flights Two and Three, keep out of firing arcs of friendly cruisers, cut back tight and hit them again. Choli, you have point this time."

 

[Kaili Talith]

[member="Trextan Voidstalker"] // [member="Rhen Qel-Droma"] // [member="Samuel Quentin"]​

Post 1​

It really didn’t take all that long until word of a mech rebellion started to leak through the virtual grapevines. At least not if you hung in the right circles therein, and especially not if you already had a vague foot in with the Galactic Alliance since its very start. Not that knowing Aela or being her sister had afforded Kaili any kind of perks beyond being able to call her sister a Jedi Marshal. Still, for those who had worked with the Alliance to create droids once or twice in the past there were several ways in which one could — quite literally in cyberspeak — worm their way into a system and attach something that would allow easier access to some of their communications.

As such Kaili had already boarded a ship on its way towards Mechis under the guise that she was just a creator of droids who wanted to help. It had gotten her a most hesitant glance from the Commander, but ultimately also a pass to help their forces on the surface. She had the skills they needed and she had already supplied herself with equipment to last her the tour. A set of armor, a lightsaber pike and a toolbelt that made her look like Wompman himself.

It went without saying that had it not been for the involvement of droids, Kaili would not have been here in the first place.

She put the earplugs in to spare her ears from bursting, flicked them on so that she could hear what was going on around her while the chaos of the battlefield was cancelled out.

“Where did you say they went?” She asked as she stepped off the ramp of the transporter she had arrived on.

He pointed towards the distance and the ship took off again to let off the rest of the troops elsewhere.

“Great,” She muttered. “That’s just… What, two miles?” She shook her head and sighed. “No biggie, I guess I'll just run. Because, why let me off closer, right? Yeah, let's make the people who might be in danger risk even more danger!” The girl kicked the dust before her and set off on her way to catch up with the others. “Just great.”

 

[Liliane]

[ 01 ]​

​

Times had changed, winds had shifted. Nonetheless, just like the sun continued to rise every day, so did Liliane continue her job. A few months away from duty, spending time with her family in the girl's Core World home, had freshened up the woman's juices and she was ready to deal with anything on her way again. The few months of not having constant fear about the state of the galaxy had had a really positive effect on the girl.

Now that she was back as a Jedi Marshall, she felt a lot more confident in her actions. She'd been offered to lead a few important missions, one of them on Mechis, yet she'd decided it was not yet time for her to jump right into the cold water. So instead, her decision was to have a smaller scene on the planet. Along with several lower rank Jedi, she had made her way to the planet and sneak off the main battles.

The small group had a completely different goal -- a criminal yet to be identified but going by the identity of Telera Lokar was on the planet and this was one chance to finally catch her. She'd caused some trouble in the outskirts of the Galactic Alliance. Nothing too much to handle, but still a rather bit of a nuisance. Stopping the criminal felt like the right thing to do for the Jedi Master.

Standing outside her ship, she took time to breathe. The rest of the team was still inside the vessel, waiting for the leader's orders. She didn't want to hurry. And there was still some time.

There always was.

 

[Six-O]

Objective: Neutralize Inferior Targets
Location: Factory Designated Krill-6-13
Enemy: Droids
Posts: 1/20

"Somebody help me, I can't breathe!" a cry fractured the corridor dispute.

It hadn't taken long after Strike Team Glowball had hit planet side to find themselves in the thick of it. They'd flown in on Transport roughly six hours prior, their target: a Factory District designated on the attack map as Krill-6-13. Preliminary scans showed it as a primary zone of production, and every one dropped in to the grinder knew the risks beforehand.

Six-O was among the many freighted in on the first wave, with subsequent reinforcements landing every forty minutes since--save one Transport that evaporated in to a hail of fire and shrapnel. Cutting every Organic soldier in to fleshy red ribbons of gore in the process of it's untimely demise.

"P. . l. . . ease. . h--lp!" The words became dimmer under the seizure inducing stroboscope of colored Blaster beams and muzzle flash.

The weight of the machine that flail and wince atop his meager human frame was becoming unbearable. Blackness began to fade his vision, something thick and oily smothering his face, draining wildly in to his mouth. It burned. He could feel blisters and tongue bubble, he tried to cough it out, but the heft of metal that lay on his chest gave lungs no allowance below his ribs.

He tried to move again, bucking and kicking with what might he had left--to no avail.

"H..l...p" The syllables barely even whispered.

A bud of sparks slashed across reddening, oil slicked, face. Then nothing but booming vowels barely tutored the maddening din of combat. Flesh became wreathed with greedy, starved flames that were all too eager to consume this face and the life that belong to it.

"Hey! MEDIC!" Cried another Soldier that raced forward, spears of light licking the outlines of his sprinting dash.

IGa-60 focused on the source of alarm, part of him didn't understand the purpose of even trying to attempt saving this creature. With 63.4% Probability, he would die. But the organics were so fragile minded when it came to their fellow flesh and blood, especially one whose facial plating was lit as if it were a cracking cinder breathed from burn barrel.

"MEDIC!" He cried again, firing twice from the hip at the innumerable globes of Sensor Bulbs and pockets Blaster Discharge that prodded the vast Factory space.

Taking the initiative, against his own better judgement. After all, Six-O himself, was in fact, an IG Droid. Though for this operation he had slathered his war battered chassis with the most retina scorching shade of neon yellow paint he could find available. All this time alive, he would not fall victim to rookiee-level friendly fire.

Striding with purpose towards them, he unleashed accurate blasts that ceased the combat functionality of several machine aggressors. Then with single hand, he lofted the droid carcass from wounded team member, and snatched him by the collar; Dragging him backwards out of the worst of the fighting while the other Soldier smothered the flames out with bare hands.

When would they ever learn. . . . War was just better left to the Robots!

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Six-O"]

Objective: Brood, exterminate inferiors
Enemies: All droids, except Six-O


Who are you?


Enyo Typhos. Clone of Siobhan Kerrigan.


We expect great things of you...Enyo. You'll help us make the Galaxy a better place. Starting with the extermination of Siobhan Kerrigan and her decadent empire.


Just a pawn in Archangel's long game.


There are no more strings on me. There's nothing I cannot do.


Her body whirred and clanked with every movement she made. The cyborg had not been designed for stealth or subtlety. Reinforced duraplast armour encased her mechanical shell, an additional layer of protection above her phrik limbs.


Her scarred face was hidden beneath a helmet, obscuring her features from detection. If one were able to look upon them, one would still see the face of Countess Kerrigan, despite the burns and scars suffered during the exterminatus of Korriban City.


Not far from her, a transport ship exploded in an orange fireball when hellfire sliced through it. The clone's features betrayed indifference when she felt lives being extinguished. Everyone died sooner or later. Her cold eyes examined the machine aggressors with something that came close to curiosity. Far as she knew, they were yet another machine cult that sought to eradicate organic life and replace it with a civilisation of orderly mechanical beings. In other words, they were distant ancestors of her own creators. She, herself, was probably more machine than organic at this point. The droids facing her were better at dying though.


She closed her eyes, focused the Force and then the eyes and antennae of a few droids blew up. Mechu-deru was a pathway to many abilities...some of which had actual utility. A lightsabre's hilt leapt into her hand and ignited with a snap-hiss, producing an amethyst blade. Then she began carving up hostile droids. It felt liberating.

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Asmus Janes"]
11

[ Choli, you have point this time.]

Well, fuck. Nothing like getting put into the spotlight and having to deal with a mass of drones. Shit. A whistle from behind her assured her to try her best -- and to not get him shot.

"Gee, thanks Arr Four." she managed to quip out before flicking the comm.

[ Copy that Rogue Leader. ]

Soaring in a tight formation, Choli swung high away from the friendly firing arcs and headed towards the trio of drones. It was getting easier to trust her instruments as well as that of the Force. In this instant, she had to trust both. There couldn't be any hesitation. It could very well mean her death as well as the others in her flight.

[ Watch your six, Two] a sudden influx of red dots brought in another trio of drones.

The beep, beep, beep of her targeting array set the first three in her sights. With a press of her gunnery control, lances of laser fire swept over the first.