Invasion Into Hell, We March (Authority Invasion of Naboo)

[Talon Vosra]

[member="Luna Vega"]

Talon shruged.

"Can ya blame me for trying?" He said as he put the binders back on his belt and took a defensive position. "Come on lovely, hit me."

He jerked his shoulders forward in a feint before returning to his defensive stance. He smiled again and winked.

"Unless you are afraid to hit me." He taunted as he felt another coming their way, "I understand if you are. It happens to the best of us...well to the best of the CIS anyway."

 

[Ikki Ike]

Location: Sewage Tank
Enemies: Omega
Allies: Authority
Objective: [member="Felicity Mason"]

Ikki looked up as she stood there, the tank was big and she was short, she would have to climb the ladder and her hand reeled back. The bitten off fingers weren't going to be useful but she had two fingers there and the slicewire lashes went out. Slicing the ladder as it fell into the water. Her eyes were focused and she was woozy but she knew what was needed. She held up the net launcher and fired it as the explosive burs pushed her back as she slipped in the tank. The net going to wrap around and stun the girl again with the stun beads so she lost her grip and fell into the tank. The splash had her rushing to get her face out of the water before she could swallow any of it and she gasped taking gulps of air. Her body was covered in sludge and other things but she wasn't going to be down here alone while the thought of using the geltabs would help fight and cure the infections they were going to be getting.

 

[Felicity Mason]

Location: NOT the sewer
Enemy: stun beads
Allies: That guard coming to save me, oh thank the force!
Objective: Not ever touch nasty sewage water. Ever.

Felicity heard the ladder fall. She watched the guard leap down the stairs. No. Not a guard. This was Percival. This was mothers body guard. Why wasn't he guarding mother? She opened her mouth to shout for him to get back to his duty, but the stun beads wrapped around her ankle. The world went white, then black, then multicolored. She lost her grip- almost.

"Gatcha!"

Percy gripped her bleeding hand, pulling the small girl up with ease. He was trained for combat. He was strong. Of course it was easy for him. Felicity felt herself being set on the ground. The net was being carefully untangled from her body. Percival was talking to her now, but she couldn't hear any of it. She lay there, bleeding and dazed. She eyed her bag lying near the stairs, then she eyed her knife, still sitting where she had lost it. Then, she eyed the sewer drain. She eyed the cover.

The moment she was free, she dove across the guard, knocking him over. She grabbed the heavy manhole cover, and closed it, as if just getting her enemy out of sight would erase all that had happened to her.
She lay on top of the cover for the moment, panting heavily, staring at nothing. This was how she got in. She couldn't get through the gate. She came in through the sewers. Would more be coming? They needed to lock the lower levels, cut off passage inside that way. She opened her mouth to say it, but Percy had already come to the same conclusion. He was already on his comm, giving out the order.

Thank the Force. Thank the Force.

She was alive. She was bleeding, bruised, exhausted. But she was alive. She'd won, even. She could proudly look her father in the eye when he showed concern for her injuries and say, 'Yeah, but you should'a seen the other girl.'

Then she would promptly pass out and let the doctor stitch her up. Yes. When this was over, she was going to do that. She was going to let her physician give her stitches. And she would be happy about it. Happy about getting stitches?
Oh yes. After today? She could do anything.

And the victory goes to..... The little Princess.


[member="Ikki Ike"]

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

|Atmosphere On The Outskirts Of Theed-En Route to Theed Royal Palace and Surrounding Area|
Allies: ASA & Allies [SIZE=14.6666669845581px][[member="Steph Zenima"], [member="Freanne"], [member="Gravesen Conclave"], [member="Una Gal"], [member="Ermac Laith"],[member="Atretes Rhoujen"], [/SIZE]@HWD-001 "Prime", [member="Ikki Ike"][SIZE=14.6666669845581px]][/SIZE]
Enemies: OP & Allies [[member="Felicity Mason"], [member="Feena Mason"], @Riley Striker, [member="Keter"], [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Sarge Potteiger"], [member="Aaralyn Rekali"], [member="Kaida Taldir"], [member="Zarro Verres"], [SIZE=14.6666669845581px][member="Vorhi Alestrani"][/SIZE]]
Objective: MAKE A HOLE! II





Target Locked On. The systems rang in harmony. Ready for Fire.


The birth of this formation sang from the dreary heavens and down further into the mass of fog only to meet with the forces of Protectorate fighters. While the mission was still in full-throttle, a great many were picked off due to them having no shields and then falling from the sky into the now lush-less landscape near Theed. What were left of these by the time they reached a destination close enough and clear to give the desired effect of [SIZE=14.6666669845581px]devastation[/SIZE], were two. The first drove steadily ahead and began the vigorous firing of its laser cannons into the very jagged sides of the throne such a city sat upon when it came within range. And at the very end of launching a proton bomb set for course near the Palace, the other throw-away fighter was blown to bits, just outside, but within the outskirts of the capital.


Having done their respective jobs, completing the mission as far as they were allowed, the bomb was set off-course and instead of ramming into what its brother had begun to tear at, it fell short. The point of drop for Zeta was at the base of the falls at Theed Palace, just outside the city and along the ground precisely where a watchtower rose up with a skywalk connecting to the royal library. It failed to connect to the allotted zone, having been hastily retired once in enemy radar. Having dropped though, it landed just at the river's edge, a fair few meters away from the objective. Both the freezing temperature and the wind lessened the inertia, or propel and drive as well as the knock off course did. When it hit, the damage was considerably less than what was projected, but there was damage nonetheless.


It did not take out the floodplain that was Theed from beneath or by way of hitting the landmass that held it up, but could have very well taken down the intended watchtower and skywalk by means of proximity to the blast and falling chunks of earth, as well as setting the tributary or lake of water from the falls off course to flood the area below Theed to the left, possibly the right, and even took out its other half in the process [extinguishing ion cannon fire].

Spoiler

http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100503215822/starwars/images/3/38/Theed_Palace_full.jpg

 

[Raziel]

Perhaps the Gungans were not as foolish as they seemed. Raziel and his team had cleared out a bubble of enemies, and then completely slipped past the next group of sentries. Yet their enemies must have known they were in the city. Somehow they had collapsed a hydrostatic bubble, blocking their path.

Raziel didn't need his eyes to know there was the equivalent of a platoon guarding the entrance to the next sphere across. Deciding that the risk was worthwhile - afterall the Gungans barely had any mainstream tech - he took his suit out of comm silence. After a few moments it had found comms bearers and integrated with the ASA command network.

"[member="General Mayhem"] we're close to the Gungan leaders, need to get on them before they can be evacuated from the city. Path blocked, can you get any Eel droids through the Gungan defences to aid?" Raziel whispered into the comm in his helmet.

One of his squad risks breaking cover for a glance ahead of them.

"Maybe forty of them in the water between us and the next group of spheres. Looks like they've got an aquatic vehicle too," he reported. They were close now, but there was no way they could bypass this obstacle on their own.

A now-familiar loud crack came behind them, followed by a wail of agony. That meant one of the mines left behind them had been triggered. Stretching out with the Force, he latched onto their high emotions. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. There was a white flash and he was suddenly in different surroundings. The wailing was from a Gungan who desperately clutched a bloody stump where his leg had been. Several more mutilated bodies lay completely still.
R

 

[Una Gal]

Reluctant to let go, Una clung to Gravy like a lost puppy. Now that the reality of the situation was settling in and the adrenaline of the previous one on one was wearing off, she could feel how tired she really was. Every muscle in her body ached and her side screamed out for medical attention. The resonating sound of explosions and blaster bolts zipping past her head began to hurt. Though his attempt at settling her mind was packed full of uncertainties it was hard not to cling to every word he said. She was exhausted and there was nothing more she wanted to do then go home. But it was almost over, behind them the wall was collapsing and the dust clouds were finally settling again. The crackle of the radio reached her ears before anything else did. They were about to breach the city and OP was prepared, but so were the ASA.

The great tanks lumbered not a few feet away from the stationary couple. Una had never seen a tank in action and the great metal vehicles sparked a new excitement inside her. Turning to face Gravy again, her smile was wide. All of a sudden she felt like a young child, filled to the brim with wonder and curiosity. She tugged at his arm and began to head for the tanks, refusing to lose him again.

[member="Gravesen Conclave"]

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Theed
Allies: OP
Enemies: ASA

The defenses that were nearby the damaged portion of the wall were akmsot completed and they were given more time as the bombers and fighters that Riley sent bombarded the kill zone where ASA hostiles were nearby or in a radius that was close to the damaged wall that they had created. Another air strike would follow the previous air strike that Riley had ordered and it would become a future pattern with 15 second intervals between the air strikes that would take turns.

This pattern would, perhaps, prevent ASA troops from storming through the entry point that they created with their tanks and, the defenses that were still in progress would also neutralize any ASA personnel that would try to come in through the damaged wall that would be their only access point to Theed. Riley and other OP soldiers who were making the defenses and were ready for any offensive ASA attack wondered how the ASA could succeed in swarming through their defenses. Not even a powerful Sith or Jedi Master could accomplish such task that was labeled as suicide.

But, now wasn't the time to be cocky until they could see their enemies retreating from the system that was a hard, difficult battle to win, especially if you are acting by yourself without the aid of any other government. For the odds were against the favors of the ASA.

Then, descending from the skies of Naboo there were fighters and bombers approaching Theed and they were not friendlies, for the scanners had indicated them as hostiles due to their IFF tags.

They couldn't destroy all of the hostile aircrafts, but they could limit their numbers to reduce the damage that would affect the capital.

AA guns would fire upon the bombers and fighters, OP fighters and interceptors would engage and destroy ASA bombers and whatever other air craft that ASA had sent.

Some of the bombers didn't succeeded in what they were ordered to do crashed in the outskirts of Theed, but others that were considered "lucky ones" got through and succeeded in sending its damage towards the capital. The ASA air strike had destroyed buildings, took away the lives of soldiers and destroyed several ground assault vehicles, and, unfortunately, put some damage towards the palace of Theed, where the Queen and other several lives were at. They only hoped that the Queen was alright and received no wounds or was harmed thanks to the air strike.

This showed the OP soldiers to put more defenses in the skies.

 

[Placeholder 04]

Location: Bustin' into Theed yo
Allies: [member="Una Gal"] and the tanks, yo.
Enemies: [member="Riley Stryker"] I guess. And OP dudes.
Objective: Make my writer laugh. Die.
Music:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AWBf0hbeMU

Choo-choo motherkarkers. The OP has assembled some sort of defense in the enormous gap that had once been its wall. This was all fine and dandy; the Gravy Train wasn't any fun without traffic cones to run over. Twelve ABTs rumbled on up toward the gap. OP fighters streaked through the skies; dropping the physical rendition of hell upon the tanks. Two exploded from direct impacts and showered the neighboring soldiers in debris. Another tumbled over upon itself, and a fourth crashed into the dirt a its repulsors were hit.

Still, the tanks were extremely durable, and ate the OP's infantry fire like a pregnant woman ate chocolate bantha steaks. They stood as the vanguard against the OP counterattack, and sent volleys of explosive laser fire into the OP line. Bodies and shrapnel would fly into the air like an old woman withered gizzard being slenderized.

Meanwhile, Gravesen found himself dragged aboard one of the Lykos tanks. The vehicle was an absolute monster. With six in total scurrying around the battlefield, they would be a force to be reckoned with. The highly mobile tanks took aim at aircraft that flew to close, and blasted them out of the sky with their extremely overpowered turrets. They were approved though, so it was cool, yo.

One of the six exploded into splinters a few meters away from the wall. The rest floated a few feet steadily behind the heavier tanks. Gravesen had taken the pilot's seat, alongside his companion. The speeder veered to a sharp left as it peppered the line with heavy fire. Gravesen's hands gripped the steering wheel for dear life, and the two ASA soldiers in the back of the tank were busy holding off attackers that might have tried to flank the force.

"You alright, Una?" Gravesen asked of her. He gave her the slightest of glances to make sure she was all together, and returned to the difficult task of charging the OP line. Within moments, they would be upon the infantry and armor that stood beyond the walls.

Behind the charging GRAVY TRAIN the walkers that had been left behind blew their loads. In other words, the four remaining Tolmalok walkers went to the lovely job of sending big explodey death at the OP's bombers and fighter. There had been twelve at the beginning of the battle, but bombs tended to make them go boom.

The four continued to provide support against any further OP incursions from the air, as they put down the ships like walkers with big guns putting down ships.



IN OTHER NEWS, THE ASA WAS BEGINNING TO DIVERT some of ITS SHIPS TO ALL OF NABOO'S OTHER CITIES FOR BOMBING RUNS. HERE'S A LIST:
Dee'ja Peak
Ferentina
Harte Secur
Jan-gwa
Kaadara
Keren
Moenia
New Centrif
Otoh Jahai
Otoh Langua
Otoh Mandassa
Otoh Raban
Otoh Sancture
Otoh Urs
Oxon City
New Centrif
Parrlay
Rellias
Selton
Spinnaker
Umberbool City
Vis

 

[Freanne]

Location: nearing outskirts of theed
Allies: ASA
Enemies: The Omega Protectorate

Freanne and then convoy she was a part of, was trundling along toward the city. She was sitting inside the troop transport, not being able to see what was going on outside, as they made their way towards the city. They where traveling along the side the river, shame they did not mange to dam it, but it was worth a try. She could hear the enemy fighting in the distance, and it was getting louder and louder.

She then a heard a loud bang, it made her vehicle shudder, with the blast. She then could hear some screams, but her driver just kept going. War was hell, she just hoped it was some else.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Space
Allies: ASA [member="Ordo"]
Enemy: OP [member="Ayden Cater"]

Her captain had surrendered, but she could not fathom why they still pounded her ship. He was shutting engines down, so to protect them. He may be able to get them back online later, but for know they where dead in the water. She was cloaked in the force, as they may just destroy the ship out hand if they realized their was a sith aboard.

The ship was struck again, and then lights went off.

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

|OUTSKIRTS OF THEED|
Allies: ASA & Allies
Enemies: OP & Allies
Objective: Dion the Fallen's Legacy: Phase I





"Survey the area, hone in on surrounding cities, gather current movement and deploy the disposables to the farthest," he paused, "and sections of our droids to the nearest points. Dominate the planet." The same man, Commander Garrett who had lost his son earlier, ordered. Just as he had seen through to the airstrike being launched, his own voice authorizing it. This idea however, came from the chip junior has risked his life for. Information not on Theed, but on other interests concerning Naboo as a whole. Dion had been within a division on the front-line that specialized in the small details, the set up of strategy to give them better odds.


That little chip gave direction, pin-pointing drops and raids in certain areas to immobilize the Protectorate from receiving further aid. While it would not take out all of them, it would severely hinder their chances of rebuilding their dying defense. Had this have been carried out earlier, the results could have been astronomical in the ways of invasion for the opposition. Now? It would have allowed some to have been en route to aid, but as war often does, many would bolster their doors and hide having not been the target and not wanting to become one.


War was maddening and he had already been dealt a blow no war had even given him before. The father was resolute in carrying out the operation his son had felt the blade of Death for or he too would die trying. A button was pushed and he sent the information given to the command ship and the droid brains for the mission. Such a thing was done so as not to lose the information if he died. "We need another breach, Dolly. " Another message to command, [SIZE=13.5135135650635px][member="Irys Arist'lar"].[/SIZE]


As there seemed to be infinite defenses in the immediate vicinity and within Theed, the surrounding areas and cities of Naboo would more likely than be lacking in the areas of protection. This not stating that there was none, but rather not nearly the deafening amount the capital had and not having the shields either. As a result would not lead to total losses, even though the droids and bombers in question were disposable and mass produced.


With the now more stead engagement of dog-fights, more and more fighters were dispensed, vying to clear paths for the droid and bomber carriers blasting away for the same mission. Having shields, wider ranges, and heavier weapons this made the feat not so impossible. They had taken down a great many and had lost nearly the same amount in fighters that had so far been dispatched. But as time went on, the Authority seemed to be gaining an upper-hand in this battle for the fortress world. That hand of fate continued to squeeze on the ground and in the air, nose-to-nose, tit-for-tat to keep its position. The presence of the Lord Marshall shoulder-to-shoulder with them, fighting to keep the score, did as much as battle meditation in many ways since The Fall and then The Rise. He had the respect of each and every soul, the faith, unfettered as they marched on. Salem asked for their lives, but as any good leader should, he fought with them and for them, leaving his very life to hang in the balance.


The Abrion Systems Authority was fresh, yes. But very much so united, prepared, and willing to follow the prowess of a man created for war.


Four carriers made way, fighting for every inch they gained to drop those suicide droids and bombers in the designated areas, branching off and away from the aerial battle outside of Theed.


"PARRLAY A GO. DROID DROP AUTHORIZED." Objectives: Destroy the Transmitter.

"KEREN A GO, BOMBER DROP AUTHORIZED." Objectives: Kwilaan Starport and The City Goverment Complex.

"HARTE SECUR A GO.BOMBER DROP AUTHORIZED." Objectives: Harte Secu Airbase.

"SPINNAKER A GO. DROID DROP AUTHORIZED." Objectives: Fortress and Starport.



COORDINATION SET. COORDINATION SET. [SIZE=13.5135135650635px]COORDINATION SET. [/SIZE][SIZE=13.5135135650635px]COORDINATION SET. [/SIZE]

CALCULATING ETA... Twelve Minutes. Counting Down. CALCULATING ETA... Twenty-Two Minutes. Counting Down. CALCULATING ETA. ..Twenty-Seven Minutes. Counting Down. CALCULATING ETA... Forty-Six Minutes. Counting Down.



NEW TARGETS GENERATING FROM DATA CHIP. CONNECTING>CONNECTING>CONNECTING>RECEIVED.
NEW TARGETS RECEIVED.



The grieving father smiled and began the act of threading the new information to certain droid leaders of the Authority and the capital ship.


"Blow another hole in the wall, aim for the deteriorating side that has just been hit." AKA the Royal Palace. "The area below is flooded and it won't do much damage from the range you'll have. But it'll shake them. Give 'em hell, boys. Commander Garrett Out." His forces had hung back, securing the area from earlier by way of the survived walkers, battle droids, soldiers, and tanks, one of which he was in[SIZE=13.5135135650635px] [/SIZE][SIZE=13.5135135650635px]and communicating from to [/SIZE][SIZE=13.5135135650635px][member="Gravesen Conclave"], [/SIZE][SIZE=13.5135135650635px]@HWD-001 "Prime", [/SIZE]@Freanne [SIZE=13.5135135650635px]and [member="Monitor"] now.[/SIZE]

There were others of the same type he was sealed away in, tank wise, that were about, some dead, some not. The heavy, quad, and dual cannons constantly firing like an orchestra of precise terror, to best utilize and preserve [while one was cooling, another was blasting away].

 

[Ayden Cater]

Location: Inside the hanger of the Spirit of Druckenwell
Allies: OP
Enemies: ASA, [member="Ordo"], [member="Irys Arist'lar"], [member="Darth Banshee"]
Objectives: Kill Ordo. Repel the invaders.

Ayden was not eager to try and block each blow the Sith Lord threw his way. Those that could be easily dodged were. Those that could be deflected, rather than had a need to be countered head on, were. His goal was to minimize his own energy expenditure, to let Ordo spend as much effort and energy into his attacks and let him wear himself slowly down. He jumped backwards, creating space between them, as the Sith Lord's latest strike cut down air. As he landed, he watched that armored gauntlet raise and fire a dart towards him. Bringing his one lightsaber up, he slashed and cut the dart out of the air. It would need to be a trickier shot to infect him with whatever was in the dart. Even so, as he stood there facing the Dark Lord of the Sith, Ayden did his best to control his breathing.

Even if he wasn't being struck, he was still expending his own energy to avoid being cut down. All he could hope for now was that his energy drain was less than Ordo's. That armor wasn't budging any time soon, and it was too dangerous to keep himself in such close quarters, especially now that it was revealed that the armor held a number of secrets. He twirled his single lightsaber and fell into a defensive stance. The clock was ticking.

The ship that had declared a surrender, once it was disabled, was held in a tractor beam and moved out of the direct battlefield. Once the battle was over, it would be be scanned for explosives or other dangerous devices before being placed in a secure hanger.

In space, the battle continued to rage furiously. Several Shield cruisers were disabled from the masses of starfighters, their massive umbrella shields flickering and dying out. However, the other ships continued to slug it out with everything they had. One Antilles class turned and fired its Javelin system point blank into a slower moving cruiser while continuing to fire its secondary guns. Several cluster missile pods erupted outward as the faster ships attempted to strafe it. Elsewhere, a Belsar was in trouble from the harassing ships. Its hull was buckling in several places with fires threatening to spread. However, a pair of Horns and Nonnahs moved in to take the brunt of its punishment, volleying furiously while stations provided support. Two other Horns were in equal badshape as their engines flared and gushed torrents of smoke and fire. Unfortunately for their harassers, as they came out of their attack run, they were face to face with a pair of Indomitable Star Defenders and one Antilles.

The Spirit coordinated with the remaining Uldyr stations. Every Javelin that was not presently on a cooldown, thirty in total, targeted the Lucrehulks, Greivouses, and the flagship for a massive barrage. This time, the Uldyr stations fell silent in the wake as they had to fire their orbital thrusters to maintain position. They wouldn't be providing any further heavy artillery support for a while, which left that duty to the ships. They still had working turbolasers and energy torpedoes, but their big guns were offline for the next while. With any luck, they wouldn't be needed.

In the atmosphere, the two Cira-class frigates continued their aerial fight. The Krell that attempted to stop them fired a barrage of missiles. Autoblasters opened fire, taking out a handful of missiles before impact, but the frigates simply blew through them. Each turned its ventral side to the cruiser and unleashed a counter barrage of missiles, mostly standard warheads with a handful of heavy. One shot off while the other continued to engage those Confederate ships that had pursued it.

The defenses around Theed continued to hold strong, even against the Confederate assault. Until now, the fight had been left primarily to those on the ground. Many of the soldiers were from Naboo, many more were not. But they all of them shared the same desire; to see Naboo freed of this aggression. Now the word was given. From hangers all over Naboo, starfighters began to stream out. Many of them were instantly recognizable as the signature starfighters that had defended Naboo centuries ago. Their form had been left untouched over the passing years, though their technology had been kept modern. These starfighters, the pride of Naboo, sought out the offending Confederate transports and bombers and began mercilessly engaging them. They were supported by several elite squadrons of Wasp starfighters, giving them a decisive edge over the bombers. Their focus was on those targets that did not have a shield to protect them. Some damage was expected, but they would not be destroyed so easily.

Those forces that seemed to think the cliffside unprotected would suddenly find themselves assaulted by dozens of rocket launchers held by infantry and the palace defenses. The cliffside face was an obvious point of attack against the Palace and had been reinforced over the years, both as an obvious military strategy as well as a means of keeping erosion in check. After all, it wouldn't do to have the palace slide off the cliff. It was not going to fall to a simple assault, and they would not have the time for it. One of the Cira-class frigates came screaming down and made a devastating attack run. Long-range turbolaser cannons targeted the heaviest walkers while concussion missiles provided a line of explosions to rock the Confederate forces. The Protectorate was not a foolish state. With the Sentinels in orbit providing orbital data, there was no attack that they would not see, no marching force that would not be harried.

Any damage that was done would be repaired. Those who were killed were the most unreplaceable, though their sacrifice would mean that millions more would live. And in time, their sacrifice would foster the dedication and drive for a new generation of soldiers for the Protectorate. Some within the Confederacy might have though pure zeal sufficient to carry them through the fight, but the Protectorate had the zeal, the experience, and the need to defend their home. Against that, the Confederate's zeal was nothing.

 

[Ket Van-Derveld]

Location: Theed, Outside the Imperial Palace
Enemy: OP, [member="Feena Mason"], [member="Keter"], [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]
Allies: ASA
Objective: Infiltrate the Palace


The fighting, the blasters, the lightsabers, the bombs. Force knew it was all going to hell in a handbasket on Naboo, and even Ket shuddered to think what the holonet news network would report about this whole insane debacle. Thousands dead, millions injured. The orbit of Naboo must be littered with metric tons of debris by now. He wouldn't be surprised if the whole planet became nothing more than a smoking, hulking chunk of barren rock by the time this was all over. Yet, he didn't actually care. Or did he? Maybe he did, he wasn't entirely sure. The older Ket Van Derveld had gotten, the more and more his mind adapted to it's own madness. The Darkside of the Force affected everyone differently, and had it's own crazy way of doing so. Some grew disfigured by it, ugly wrecks of their former selves. Some grew utterly insane to the point of no return. Yet, as time went by, he felt the voices in his head grow silent, one or two shut out of existence, as if the Force itself wished to be the only voice he heard rattling around in that thick skull of his.

These were the thoughts of a Sith Lord with nothing much left to live for, and not a whole hell of a lot worth fighting for anymore. He had those one or two people in his life he truly cared for, but they were well enough along that they could handle whatever the galaxy threw at them. They didn't necessarily need him, nor did he really need them when it came down to it. The only thing he had left that gave him that lust for life was a few hits of glitterstim spice and fulfilling the promises he'd made over the years. This galaxy was nothing like it was when he was a young man, and he didn't quite know if that was good or bad. Hell, he had a hard enough time figuring out which side of his ship smelled the worst. And yet, here he was, in the middle of this war having an existential crisis while hiding out among the refugees and common rabble of Theed.

Hell of a time to have a nervous breakdown, Mr. Van Derveld.

Sighing lightly, a little girl who had been sitting with her family in the makeshift shelter just outside the palace walked up to him, canting her head to the side and looking into the low-drawn hood of his brown, tattered robes.

"You ok, Mister? You look hungry, i can hear your tummy growling." she said with a smile.

"I'm honestly not sure, little one. But thank you for asking."

It was then that she broke off a small piece of the beef jerky she had been eating, and offered it to him. "You should eat something, Mister. My mommy says we have to stay strong if we are gonna make it through all this."

Reaching out, he took the offered food, and nodded solemnly. "Your mother sounds like she's got a good head on her shoulders. Thanks for the food, little one. No run along back to your mother before she worries about you, hmm?"

And so she did, scampering off to her mother's side once more as he ate the jerky, silently looking on. Was he feeling pangs of regret? Perhaps so, but even then, there was still some humanity left inside him, even if he did shove it down as deep as he could. Standing up, he closed his eyes a moment, connecting to the Force, drawing upon it's power to hide himself within the shadows that existed all around them. He slipped out of the tent, quiet as a mouse as he made his way through the alleys around the Palace's perimeter, casing it for an effective entry point. Soon enough, he'd have his chance, he wagered. Still, he was not about to slip up now, and still he kept his Force Signature masked to give off the aura of a Jedi Padawan. True, he could have forced his way into the Palace by now, but that would accomplish nothing.

He and the Queen would have words this day, face to face, one way or another.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Theed
Allies: OP
Enemies: ASA

There was a puff of smoke coming from Riley as he exhaled the vapor of a cigra he was smoking. It relaxed him, and took away his worries as he was smoking the cigar. The defenses inside of the shield protecting Theed would be more fortified than the defenses outside if the shields that were stalling the ASA with their attacks. These defenses were where the section of the outer wall was destroyed and it contained many strong defenders. If it was oblivion for the ASA outside of the shield then it would be hell for them if they entered through the shield.

Many O1 Bhesj, the main battle tank of the Protectorate, would target armored ASA vehicles and would also be supported by Manticore tank that was for assault and support. But, they were not alone.

Infantry soldiers with rocket launchers would also target armored ASA vehicles along with the Protectorate LAAC gunships that were mainly used against armored vehicles, and the assault gunship, the Inimica Heavy Gunship would aid them as well.

As for ASA infantry soldiers, well, those would also be taken care of. But not just the Protectorate's infantry units that were a mix of organic beings and synthetic machines would engage them. No, the Peregrine gunship, an anti-infantrt gunship, would also mow down and take away the lives of ASA soldiers or destroy their droid soldiers.

Outside of the shield, the Protectorate had returned fire at their enemies. They had five Bhesj tanks left and seven AT-SE walkers. The soldiers that were defending where the section of the wall was at began retreating towards the energy shield for temporary safe haven. Some of them got blown up, thus, ending their lives, while others got a limb or two detached from their bodies.

"Kark it," a pilot who was operating a Bhesj said, "let's throw them what we have left, boys!"

The remaining tanks and walkers that were part of the outer defenses charged towards the incoming tanks and walkers. From the Bhesj tanks, they fired their rockets at the ABT tanks to destroy them and with their heavy mass driver cannons they aimed at the Lykos tank that didn't seem to focus on Theed but on the bombers that were sent. The tanks could either keep on focusing on shooting at air craft and get attacked by the Bhesj tanks or they could focus their attention back on them and continue with the assault.

A win-win.

Behind the tanks, the seven walkers followed them and would focus their attack on the four Tolmalok walkers who were also firing upon Protectorate bombers. Since the walkers were used as anti-air walkers they wouldn't stand a chance against the AT-SE assault walkers with their mass driver cannons.

Though, the tanks and walkers couldn't withstand the opposing side they sure could decimate their forces. Plus, the bombers would avenge them as they would continue their flight and drop proton bombs on the ASA forces that were nearby the damaged section of the wall. Many of the bombers failed and were destroyed in the air, throwing debris towards the ground, while others crash landed at the ground as they were hit by the anti-air Tolmalok walkers and the Lynkos tanks.

They might've taken down numbers of bombers, but they couldn't destroy all of them and the forces of the ASA that were close to the destroyed section of the wall would have to deal with the pourage of proton bombs.

 

[Raziel]

Location: Gungan City
Objective: Capture Gungan council before they can flee
Enemies: [member="Knight"] [member="Ghorumgash Khazund-Veranum"]
Allies: [member="Rahvin Talith"] [member="Ilyena Talith"]


A pack of Eel Droids cleared their path. Even for someone as used to seeing death as Raziel, it was hard watching. The shimmering metal creatures moved gracefully through the water, but this image was shattered by the metal shards that covered their bodies. They wrapped themselves around swimming gungan warriors, tightening until their victims stopped writhing and leaving the cloud of blood to find new victims. A gungan swung his shield in front of one, which grabbed it with its huge metal jaws. Keeping its grip, the Eel brought its tail around, skewering the poor creature on a foot-long metal spike.

When the path was clear, the pack of Eel droids swam on to find new victims.

“Those things are able to recognise friendlies right?” asked one of the soldiers.

Raziel angled his head to one side and shrugged. “Sure as hell hope so.” He looked across the water to the next sphere along. They were so close to their target now, but he didn’t want to admit his own trepidation about going into the water with such creatures. “Let’s move,”



OOC/ In leiu of PC's I'm going to invent a nasty NPC for me to fight:

The Bombad Warrior.​

Clank...Clank...Clank...

The noise persisted with a consistent tempo as Raziel and his remaining fireteam advanced up the stairs. Just a few more spheres to reach the Gungan Council chambers. The noise became louder as they advanced, echoing off the membrane walls. It had both a wooden and metallic quality, and as they rounded a corner they found its source.

The Gungan warrior stood in the doorway was by far the largest they had seen. Raziel guessed it must have been over seven feet tall. It rhythmically slammed its weapon into the deck as they approached. It was similar to the atlatls the other warriors had been using, but over five feet in length and with a thicker stem that ended in a wide, curved head. Behind it, a great metal door barred the way.

Raziel wasn't certain, but he thought the creature was smiling. It had a face like a bulldog chewing on a wasp; deep crevices lined its face, many were clearly scars. One of its fin-like ears ended after just a few inches in a jagged tear. It stopped slamming the butt of its weapon into the deck, hefting something Raziel would describe as a tree trunk with ease. The creature took a step forwards, holding an equally oversized personal shield before it.

"Yousa gotta get through me to see da boss," said the creature. "Yousa not getting past me," it added with a snarl.

Raziel could just about make out what was happening in the next bubble. It seemed several larger figures were congregated in a corner. Could that be the council waiting for a transport?

"Go back to the last chamber, find a way around, swim if you have to." Raziel instructed. They faded away as the Gungan cautiously advanced. Its bare arms were thickly muscled and it raised its weapon threateningly.

It took a quick half-step forwards, lifting it's weapon a fraction higher and feigning that it was about to strike. Raziel held his ground, left blade in short phase and reverse grip, right saber held like a traditional sword. The real strike came just a moment later. Raziel stepped back and leant away as the weapon scythed through the air with a hiss before him.

Raziel reflected that his advanced armour would be of little help against such a powerful strike from the primitive weapon. The heavy club would easily scramble his brains through even a beskar helm when swung with such force. He backed away, appraising his opponent. The Gungan hadn't over-swung, hadn't impetuously chased Raziel down. It simply maintained its poise and continued its advance. Raziel knew he was battling a seasoned and skilled warrior.

 

[Felicity Mason]

Location: Palace
Enemies: ASA, infection
Allies: Bacta patches and OP forces
Objective: Take some painkillers, and get back to work

Victory was... painful. The girl shakily collected her things, then followed Percy up the stairs, leaning heavily on him for support, into the halls, and into somewhere she didn't even know. Some servants quarters. The entire palace had been sectioned off, readied for war. If they came to concur Naboo, they would come in here. They would want the Palace. They would want the Queen.
Felicity looked around the defenses with as much wonder as she could muster. They'd have a hell of a time getting through all this... She wanted to wish this invader the very best of luck, but she couldn't. She felt way too bitter to even joke about it. Instead, she hoped her people killed as many of them as possible, before sending back to wherever they came from with their tails between their legs.

"Percy?" the girl groaned, sinking into a chair, "I think my ear's gone..."

The Queens loyal body guard gently tilted the girls head towards him, examining the bloody mess at the side of her head.

"Not... completely. It just looks worse than it is because of the blood. You'll be fine with a different hair style. Promise. Now, relax."
He went into a drawer and pulled out a first aid kit. He opened it on the table, pulled out a injector...
"No!" Felicity snapped, "No drugs. I can't be all drugged up if poodoo hits the fan. I gatta have a clear head."

Percy paused, then wordlessly put the injector back down, nodding. It was fair. Well, he still needed to stop the bleeding and clean her wounds. That was going to hurt. A lot.

While the girl winced as her wounds were treated, she did not once cry or complain. She was beyond that now. All she needed was a purpose...

"Your mother asked me to give you something, you know," Percy spoke up, reaching over to put a bacta patch on one of her numerous cuts, "If things got really bad. I'd say, it's a pretty good time to do it."

Felicity was stunned as she was handed over a jewel on a chain. What even? She looked at it for a long time, turning it this way and that.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Percy asked, a desperate attempt to make conversation.

"I... don't know. Did she say what it did?"
Percy shrugged in response, leaving the girl to wonder.

 

[Prime]

Location: A building in Theed
Enemies: OP
Allies: ASA
Objective: Eliminate Enemy Runtimes

The firective was simple. Protect the Knight Commander. The one who was able to do things that were grouped into the oobservation known as “The Force.” Simple. The space wizard. Protect the space wizard. Prime could do that. Prime could wear intestines, Prime could think like a normal soldier. One of flesh and water. If Prime could best fleshlings, that meant the age of steel and electronics was at hand.

This unit ran on electricity, and from its downloaded knowledge of physiology, even the fleshlings ran on electricity. Taking out the head unit was the best way to eliminate them from the equation and stop the reactions within their body. That meant Prime needed a useful vantage.

Taking the stairs so the lift could not be destroyed or disabled, Prime made its way up to the sixth floor of a building that had a strong view of an alley way and a major thruway that was approaching Rhoujen-Commander’s location. Giving the fire team of Clankers the physical motion order to guard the room, Prime set up his new directive.

It went prone, sniper rifle out the window, and switched from standard optics to one that also overlay heat signatures. Waiting for the first to walk into the range of the rifle, Prime squeezed off one round.

“Boom. Headshot.” As one of those hologames stated. Could this unit decorate its armor with skull fragments?

 

[Salem Norongachi]

Location: The plains in front of Theed.
Objective: Breach the City.

And so the battle had truly begun. The vanguard of the ASA force charged the field of battle. Theed loomed in the distance, defiant in the face of the invaders. Tanks and walkers from the Authority lines clashed with their counterparts, slagged metal tinging the air with arid smoke and charred flesh. The field on the doorstep of the Capital was a warzone, men died in droves, vehicles lay smoldering and destroyed.

Then the Protectorate charged, tanks and walkers bursting from the relative safety of the city, it was a catastrophic for the few tanks, walkers and soldiers that had survived the initial rush up the center of the plains. Then again, those were merely a drop in the bucket for what lay over the hills. Hundreds of tanks burst through on either side of the battlefield, each transport that had made land fall for the 80,000 surviving invaders was capable of bringing two or three of these deadly mechanical vehicles and they hadn't been wasted. The first assault had merely drawn the defenders out of the safety of Theed, a sacrificial strategy to be sure but each man knew there would come a time when they would be asked to lay down their bodies for the progression of the whole.

The tanks and walkers soon found themselves boxed in on both sides, the powerful main cannons of the Lykos and ABT's sent death toward the defenders. Ripping armour and man asunder as they pushed forward, at speed, only turning their weaponry on Theed once the last gun on the battlefield had fallen silent. The gunships that buzzed overhead were an annoyance, that brought dozens of lives to an abrupt explosive end before missiles and AA walkers ruptured their aerial attacks.

From the safety of the LZ the Pounders opened up, their powerful hyper-accelerated proton cannons impacting with precision beyond the armoured advance. The outer defenses of the city became a line of annihilation and confusion, the magnitude of the artillery shells more than enough to blast away buildings and emplacements, to atomize skin and bone. The whole host of the ASA was now unleashed, the whole army of droid and soldier charging upon Theed using the Tanks as a barrier. The first tank rammed into the gap where the wall had fallen, anti-infantry weapons sweeping out to cut soldiers to pieces and others did the same. There was no single breach and if there was a wall, there wasn't any longer. Soldiers used the panic caused by the sudden insertion to pour into the city proper, the shield was no barrier to them but the Tanks could not progress while it was still in effect. They moved into cover, fired, moved, fired. Droid and organic died as the defenders fought to hold back the flood that swept all along Theed as buildings became home to the invaders, windows their avenue to kill.


Location: Riding a Tank, Theed Outskirts
Objective: Engage [member="Talon Vosra"]
Allies: [member="Luna Vega"]

The tank broke into the scattered lines of the protectorate with its armoured sisters, guns lit up the area around it and Norongachi threw himself into the fray. An ebon blur of accelerated motion left a viridian trail as his blade cut and cleaved the disorganized infantry. Working his way through them as Authority soldiers joined them in the fight, their rifles the retort to their enemies. A bolt clipped his armoured shoulder, cutting a shallow graze across it as he fought and a second would have punched a hole through his helmet had his blade not interceded and sent it back into the clash of steel and flesh. He found himself under fire, soldiers having taken up positions inside the carcass of a downed transport. Lances of energy dogged his footfalls, evading, deflecting, constantly moving. A conduit to the Force that gave him the strength to stay one step ahead of the reaper. A gauntlet snapped out as he sped across their position. tendrils of unseen energy fired from it, embedding themselves into the side of the broken vessel, ensnaring its body and metal skin, weaving themselves together with luminous strands of his will that became unbreakable chains. The gauntlet rose up and then over, with the motion the battered ship followed, pulled by the power of Telekinesis it flipped end over end crushing defenders and invaders alike who happened to be in its path before it came to a rest dozens of meters away.

All through it he had felt the beacon, like a lighthouse in the midst of a storm, calling to him. The presence like a blazing pyre in his mind and he was near, so very near. Just a half dozen meters ahead...only a fraction of a second with the speed he could achieve. That, of course, didn't account for the grenade that landed at his feet. "Shi-!!" Was all he could think, the blast, tempered by some hasty telekinetics, throwing him into the air like a bullet onto to drop him back first onto the top of the transport [member="Luna Vega"] and [member="Talon Vosra"] were in.

He coughed his first breath, feeling the ache in his spine, the burning in his lungs as they tried to suck in oxygen that was driven from them upon impact. No time to worry about it, he thought feeling the magnitude of power pulsing through the Force just below him. He turned onto his front and then onto a knee and brought his lightsaber to the metal. It bubbled and blistered, cutting a ragged hole with haste. He let his mind take the large circle of metal and cast into the sky before he slipped into the transport a few feet from the pair.

"Care to test that theory?" Norongachi spoke, the light cast from his blade catching his black armour.

 

[Talon Vosra]

Location: Battlefield outside of Theed
Objective: Payback for those droids like 10 years ago
Enemies: [member="Salem Norongachi"] [member="Luna Vega"]
Allies: Good Question, Starting to feel like a Pink Floyd album up in this piece.

Talon looked over as a powerful presence eminated through the force.

"One of yours?" He said to the woman as he felt the presence move quickly and heard the thud on the roof of the transport, "You felt that coming didn't you?"

He took two steps back moments before the cieling began to be cut and the circular portion was ripped away. He watched the man as he dropped through sparing nothing on the dramatic entrance. Emerald eyes locked onto the man's as he spoke. The tension palpable in yhe air as Talon shrugged both shoulders in his simple spacer's clothes.

"Can't imagine why not." He said before he furrowed his brow and reached for one of his two sabers thinking it was a Soresu type situation, "but no snogging without diner, kay?"

Talon winked at the woman again doing his level best to be deliberately obnoxious and cocky as he could be, not that the obnoxious part was hard to achieve.

Then Talon's writer read [member="Gravesen Conclave"]'s post and may have busted a gut as he told himself "I don't even..."

 

[Raziel]

Location: Gungan City
Objective: Capture Gungan council before they can flee
Enemies: [member=Knight] [member="Ghorumgash Khazund-Veranum"]
Allies: [member="Rahvin Talith"] [member="Ilyena Talith"]


The massive Gungan advanced, hefting his club threateningly. Raziel observed his footwork carefully, looking for an opening that did not materialise. The wicked club swung around at his head. Raziel leant back, but it was just a feint. He could have sworn the Gungan was now grinning at him, but he wasn’t certain.

The next attack was real. The creature planted one foot forwards firmly on the deck and took a horizontal swing. Raziel leant away from it again, but the Gungan kept the momentum of the weapon going. It swung up above his head and then came crashing down in an overhead strike. Raziel barely dodged the strike, which came down with enough force the crease the metal deck.

He countered quickly, swiping at the wooden weapon with his right saber and launching a telekinetic push. Raziel was flabbergasted as he sensed his Force attack dissipate back into the ether. He was even more surprised as his saber connected with the club. It stopped dead, putting nothing more than a notch in the wood.

Raziel kept enough of his wits to dance away from the next few strikes, managing a quick swipe at the Gungan’s head when left an opening above his shield. Silently, he chastised himself for not being more cautious. As he reached out to the warrior, he could feel the subtle changes in the Force. Powerful, yet raw, his influence didn’t seem to extend much beyond his own body. The beast was bolstering his own strength with the Force, and even holding some influence over his weapon. The creature had probably absorbed his telekinetic strike instinctively.

Raziel closed the gap between them and launched his own offensive routine. And yet his delicate sword work was wasted. The Gungan’s size was matched by his speed, and with the huge shield he just soaked up everything Raziel tried. The assassin missed a step and the Gungan struck, his club barely clipped Raziel’s shoulder, but it was enough to send him spinning to the deck.

He rolled to his feet almost immediately, but the Gungan was just standing there, waiting for him to get his footing back. Raziel took a deep breath, smothering the pain and trying to deepen his connection with the Force.


OOC/ This NPC is even going to become a PC after: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/37510-jaani-doosun/]