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

[Luna Vega]

Location: Outskirts of Theed
Allies: ASA & Salem Norongachi
Enemies: OP & [member="Talon Vosra"]



It wasn't another 'BANG', so the blue-hair sully didn't move, didn't flinch. Instead she wore the coat of amusement. "Afrai', no," But yeah. "Aye'ah much rather no feel that kin'o taint ya Jeedai seem ta wear. Bet'cha'd like tha'though." Bloody smile that it was, leaned all crooked and she went to move. Stupid, yes. Before she could make it half a step though, the transport rocked, keeping her in place. Vega couldn't afford to look up, so she studied her foe's face for a reaction. Knock. Knock. Who's thar?

[SIZE=14.6666669845581px]Talk about the heebie-jeebies.[/SIZE]

If it was not for the fact that she could see her skin, the pirate really would have thought it to have fled her body as much as it was crawling. Like tiny bugs with shocks on their even more minuscule feet in farms parading her body. "No' two of ya," she groaned aloud, twisting the blades angle and toeing back a few steps just before [member="Salem Norongachi"] landed. Even though Luna felt like death warmed over at this point, the power fell over in buckets and she froze like a wampa in a speeder's headlights. Barely able to form words, Vega managed, "Lo'ley chat...perhaps another time. Rain check?"


The Lord Marshall was her get-outta-jail free card even though she'd never met the man in her life. She had to flee though, before the world began to spin faster than it already was.

 

[Salem Norongachi]

Location: Battlefield outside of Theed
Objective: Ascertain the likely sentience of this blue haired creature before she explodes my ear drums. Kill the other one.
Enemies: [member="Talon Vosra"]
Allies: [member="Luna Vega"]

It isn't often that Salem Norongachi, in his years of life and death battles across dozens of worlds, is jarred so harshly from someone simply speaking. The man had a mind of steel, focus on a level few could achieve but that...was that even basic? Had him flummoxed. He looked between the Master, with his rapier wit, and the woman who clearly had some form of vocal deformity and was at a loss.

"Did you understand that?" He asked Talon with a nod toward Luna. It didn't hurt to ask.

 

[Freanne]

Location: Battle Field Theed
Allies: ASA [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]
Enemy: OP

Finally the convoy had reached theed, order came in. She then shouted to her platoon GO GO GO, the team ran out. The was battle going on around them already, she looked around to see what was going on. Shot passed her head making her she leap into cover. Their she saw troops amassing, the wall where getting ready to give way. She took cover behind the MTAT-I, and then started to look for targets. Through her sniper rifle, she started to take down the odd stray defender.

 

[Prime]

Location: A gangsta’s Sniper’s Paradise
Allies: ASA
Enemies: OP
Objective: Not get affected by the softcorelove scene. Eliminate Enemy Run Times. Finish building a suit of body parts created from Omega Protectorates Flesh Soldiers.

Watching the soldier fall, Prime was starting to feel that the amount of soldiers coming down this trek was slowing down. Moving the weapon it was using and scanning the heat signatures in the buildings, the unit was not finding additional targets. That was when another fire team came down the street. Lining up the shot, and pulling the trigger.

“Head shot.”

Was muttered by the droid. Turning to the fireteam that was around it. “Collect the body.” It was going to be cut up and strapped to the unit’s form. Psychological warfare. To counteract the lovey-dovey-unsensed love meditation that was going on. Prime was here to cause damage. That was its programming.

When it had turned to the fire team, blaster fire filled the window. Timing was everything. It had taken one of the Clankers down, and Prime switched to its Ripper, returning fire. Noticing the fleshlings scattered, the droid would have nodded acceptingly if it had been of flesh and needing to display thoughts to others. But this was a droid. It was here to eliminate enemy run times.

Waiting for the return fire, Prime slipped into the window again, firing with the Ripper. The droid noticed the units falling. It now was short one Clanker, and another was missing its left arm. That was… troubling.

There was still the shields to contend with. Then Prime could signal droid bombers to help eliminate further run times. “Clankers. Proceed to the streets. We should join the main battle.”

Where had it gone?

 

[Felicity Mason]

Location: Palace
Enemies: ASA
Allies: OP
Objective: expose the atrocities of the ASA

As Percy patched her up as best he could with what little medical supplies and knowledge he had, the little Princess looked down at the crystal in her palm. Small, sharp. What was it supposed to be? Surely not just some silly lightsaber crystal. Mom wouldn't bother risking the life of her favorite guard just to give her some stupid crystal for some stupid weapon that her mom didn't even use.

No. It had to be something more. What was she missing?

"We should probably let the Queen know that you still haven't made it off world-"

"WHAT!?" Felicity blinked up at Percy, looking completely horrified, "No, no, no! You can't! Mom'll freak!"

"She's your mother. Don't you think she should know what happened to you?"

"No! You don't know her like I do. You know Feenarah the Queen. You don't know Feenarah the mother. She'll lose it!"
The young teenager bit her lip, almost begging Percy not to say a word, "Plus, dad's with her. When he finds out... well, do you really want that kind of crazy on your hands?"

Percy glanced out a window. From where he was sitting, he could see the battle reaching Theed.

"...Actually, I kinda do, now that you mention it," he sighed, "You think if I told him, he would take out some Authority soldiers?"

"You know my dad even less than you know my mom," the blond responded darkly, "My dad wouldn't look at uniforms first. He'd break necks and ask questions later."

Percy shook his head, applying a liberal coat of disinfectant to the girls hand. It was all starting to go numb. She was so tired. She just wanted something warm to drink and a bed to sleep in. She'd missed her ride out of here. It was too late. She was trapped just like the rest of them. If this 'Authority' did get through, she kinda doubted she'd have to worry about the scars she was going to have after this anyway.
Why not go out in a blaze of glory?

"...Go on. Tell dad. Bring him down here though. I'll talk to him myself. Then I need you to get back in the throne room with Marea. She's the one putting herself in the most danger here. The Queen will be a target. Make sure the Queens double is secure for when the time comes."

"...How did you know about Marea?" Percy looked stunned, "It's supposed to be secret. Only a few people are supposed to even know about the switch."

Felicity rolled her eyes, jumped off of her chair and stretched her sore muscles.
"I'm Felicity fethin' Mason, dummy. I know everything. Also... sometimes I spy on moms office when I'm bored. Never trust teenagers, Percy. We're horrible people."

Percy looked the girl up and down, from tangled blond hair, to her absolutely filthy shoes. She certainly didn't look like a pretty little princess now.
"Stay here," he said, "I know where they are. I'll bring Master Mason."

"You got it. Right here. Not gunna move a muscle. Not at all....."

She hated when she had to lie.



[member="Keter"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] @ anyone else in the palace because who even knows anymore.

 

[Azula Tindara]

Location: Otoh Gunga
Objectives: Kill the infiltrators
Enemies: [member=Raziel]

OOC/ Turning this NPC into a PC, apologies for the self-indulgence.

Jaani stepped forwards with a snarl, thrusting his club forwards to try and keep his opponent off guard. His enemy was skilful with two blades and exceptionally quick. He hadn't yet attempted to parry any of Jaani's strikes; his opponent was obviously intelligent enough to know that to do so would be folly.

Once again the outlaunder warrior shifted to Jaani's right, away from the shield. He came back it him with both of his buzzing blades, forcing the Gungan to take a step back and swing his shield about. With his long legs he gave himself the space to wind up another strike.

Stepping forwards he moved his club smoothly through a simple routine. His shoulder was beginning to ache now, so he was conserving energy and trying to find a way to pin his agile enemy.

Without warning the swordsman flipped one of his blades into the air, and with a smooth motion flicked a knife at him. Jaani reacted quickly, and the small blade clattered harmlessly off his club. In the same movement the swordsman caught his sword again and stabbed forwards.

Berry speedy, berry berry speedy, Jaani though to himself. He readjusted his shield to keep move of his body covered, blocking a pair of saber strikes before swinging his club across his body to put some space between them.

He approached more cautiously this time. He kept his shield high and starred down his opponent through the shimmering, iridescent field. Starring at a blank helment unnerved him, whether fighting beast or Gungan, he preferred to look into his enemy's eyes.

He feinted right, then brought his club around over the top-left of his shield, nearly catching the swordsman off guard. A buzzing sword lashed out towards his exposed right. The tip of the blade clipped his shoulder. His armour didn't even slowly the blade and a sudden flash of pain accompanied a smell of burnt flesh.

He clicked his tongue in frustration and attacked. Each swing seemed wild and uncontrolled, but in reality was part of a tight routine to try and put his opponent off balance. His blasted opponent dodged, ducked and weaved. Every strike seemed to come within an inch, but he failed to make the hit.

His shoulder was agony now, pain from both the shallow wound and fatigue. He needed to end this fight or the lighter swordsman would eventually wear him down. As his attacker came forwards for another strike he focussed. Jaani had always been able to do this, if he really concentrated he could move faster, hit harder and take more punishment. He focussed on lunging forward and throwing forwards his shield..

Moving with more speed than should have been possible, he slammed his shield into the smaller human. His whole body connected with the force field and Jaani threw the lighter creature to the deck. Without pause he leapt forwards, bringing his club down hard. The head of the club came down on the human's helmet, cleaving it in two. The next strike hit flesh with a satisfying "crack". The club came up bloody. The human lay perfectly still.

Jaani stepped back with a satisfied snort, admiring his handywork. "Boss ain't got time see yousa today, try again tomorrow," he quipped to the body. He turned away and walked off to collect his discarded shield.

 

[EmKay]

LOCATION: THEED, THE FIRST BREACH
ALLIES: ASA [ [member="Salem Norongachi"] // [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] // @HWD-001 "Prime" // etc. ]
ENEMIES: PROTECTORATE [ [member="Jorus Merrill"] // [member="Sarge Potteiger"] // [member="Kaida Taldir"] // etc. ]
OBJECTIVE: CHANGE THE GAME


THUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...

The thunderous sound of the distant wall being leveled by heavy artillery resounded through the streets of Theed, along with flashed of light from explosions that drifted through the clouds. The event was a massive beacon to all forces currently within the city. A call to arms to both press the charge or intervene with the greater threat. It could be questioned if all of the units amassed against Atretes' units, the small force that merely sought to create an opening and perhaps even distract from the main event, was worth all the trouble. Elite units, wasted on a mosquito when a lion broke down your door.

Tactical information flooded in by pockets and bursts from all around the Authority communicators. The Wall had been breached, and not just this little hole that Atretes and his company had established, but a whole battalion of armour had just demolished the frontal section as though it were a speed bump. Atretes grinned when he heard what was happening. It was surely the work of his mentor Norongachi, who had proven himself in the young man's eyes time and time again. The reports bolstered morale among the men, and they fought even harder. Knights caught a partial second wind, and in light of the change in Protectorate soldier structure, allowed themselves an amount of leeway in reinforcing the wall, allowing them to advance further. In a surge, they set up barricades at choke points and alleyways, breaching the line between open area and urban warfare. Without having to sustain an entire wall, but rather singular blocked points at roads, the ASA force was more capable of sustaining itself. Battle zones and firing nests were established throughout the rough radius of the Authority side of the reconfigured cordon. The singular mass target of the units under the Knight Commander's control divided into targets that, if they fell, would only highlight targets in the Protectorate's side as threats. They would eliminate those threats, and proceed to carry on their directive. The Knights who sustained the wall divided as well. Those who were tired fell into buildings alongside their comrades to carry out alternative orders, and those with still the will to defend the small breach held the wall. In a quick swap of units, the Knights who held Force barriers were replaced by a second unit who carried on the task with fresh stamina. Losses were naturally taken in the few seconds it took for the change, but it was minor compared to the ability to sustain defence.

Then came the response to Rhoujen's comm for help. Out in the LZ, a unit of Obsidians, Marines, and Droids were alerted of the need for assistance. No extravagant numbers, perhaps twenty Knights, fifty Marines, and seventy-or-so droids. Enough to reinforce the fight, but not enough to detract heavily from the true war to wage. They diverted, quickly en route to bolster the location and prevent the Knight Commander from meeting his end. A small swell of relief washed over the man when he heard the news, and he gripped his saber tightly as he got word that his forces set up a new, better defended perimeter. He slipped out of the building he was in and ducked beck behind a decorative wall to view the goings-on.

A high bridge was undefended by Protectorate troops. That's the first thing he noticed. While it seemed an easy in, he was not a fool. It served two purposes. Either a choke point to catch them in as they tried to charge, or a false sense of security that the area was clear and to neglect it. Atretes muttered out an order, and three Marines deviated from their tasks to turn with grenade launchers and attack the bridge. In a few moments, the piece of architecture crumbled into the small river below, the pieces shifted and swept by the mild current to prevent access either way. A gift and a curse, but Rhoujen didn't want to risk that avenue being a death sentence. His gaze turned, and he surveyed the rest of the situation. The cordon dipped significantly at a point, and revealed a strange unit of black-clad individuals. The Marines wasted little time with the Gungan shields, shifting ranks and getting slugthrower armaments on that line. The non-energy rounds passed through the shielding effortlessly, and pounded the shield generator with rounds, rapidly ripping the odd machine apart.

Across the field, the Authority soldiers, while spread thinner, had established multiple positions and were making quick progress of counter-sniper operations, especially with a marksman in an area Atretes couldn't see near constantly letting off rounds. While they were outnumbered, they set up a more reasonable defence, and were holding strong with their purpose, whatever it was. Infiltration? Distraction? Who knew, but what was certain that in a city wracked with destruction, this battle was certainly a lesser front.

 

[Talon Vosra]

LOCATION: DAMAGED DROPSHIP
OBJECTIVE: DECYPHER THE LANGUAGE OF WOMAN
ENEMY: [member="Luna Vega"] [member="Salem Norongachi"]
ALLY: OP, [member="Salem Norongachi"]

Talon lifted a hand palm down as the battle raged around them and tilted it back and forth repeatedly. The woman was clearly speaking and in his experience with women, as long as they weren't shooting, stabbing or holding orders for a paternity test he was usually safe.

"I think it is best to just nod and smile mate." Talon said as he donned a wide smile and nodded, "Rain check...yes." the nodding continued as he pretended the still lit lightsaber didn't make him a bit on the uncomfortable side. Rain and storm surged along with the battle. Emerald eyes scanned the two peoples faces as his mind turned and he decided his luck had held this far, he may as well test it further.

"So I think it is safe to say" Talon cladded his hands together and pressed the interlocked fingers to his lips with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "I will fully accept your surrender and we can all retire for tea and biscuits." He held both hands out and motioned as if to calm them, "Now don't thank me. It is my pleasure really."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Atretes Rhoujen"]

At the breach, Rhoujen's reinforcements would be seriously delayed -- that was sort of the point of collapsing the breach with laser cannons, choking it with rubble. When they entered those cannons' direct line of fire shortly after the establishment of that killzone, they had to get over superheated rock while being nailed by line-of-sight laser artillery. At a guess, few if any would survive. Massed laser cannons could make even Force Knights go away, especially when marched into a narrow killzone.

***​

At the corner of Dumai and Welles, the Gungan shield, being fully capable of deflecting high-velocity physical objects, did not get torn apart. Nor did it get penetrated. Gungan energy shields had a particle component, and were perfectly capable of deflecting high-velocity attacks; you could walk through, but not shoot through. Flattened slugs fell like rain. Meanwhile, the black-coated men and women raised their hands, and got to work.

The Knights Obsidian kept raising barricades of broken asphalt, gravel, and so forth that result when you tear up a street. And if you dig deep enough to get rock, well, you're getting tired very, very fast if you're not a specialist in this sort of thing. The Force is infinite. You aren't.

Such were the thoughts of the Shapers of Kro Var, the galaxy's unquestioned masters of manipulating ground and fire, and the most numerous Forcewielders in the Protectorate. There was a reason they'd been held in reserve.

Successive rolling cylinders of ground and fire, shredding asphalt and throwing up superheated gravel, took form just beyond the edge of the shield. Torrents of molten asphalt and burning construction materials, ten metres high, rolled right over the top of the earthen ramparts and the arcing Force shields to spread tons upon tons of firey debris upon the forces in the streets.

And, more critically, upon the resting Forcer squads in houses to the sides of the streets. Houses that no longer existed as such.

From behind the cordon, Air Shapers added their own specialty, in concert. The firestorm turned blue-hot under a wave of overpressure that mimicked a bellows forge.

***​

At the bridge, the collective cordon just shrugged and kept pounding out fire across the river, levelling the buildings where the ASA forces were taking refuge -- and the helpfully concentrated fire lanes of the streets. Those man-portable laser cannons kept punching into and straight through the barricades, not to mention the houses where tired Forcers took refuge.

Such were the thoughts of the cordon commanders, who were plenty happy to let the ASA trap itself behind the river, unable to advance in that sector.

***​

​

The ASA had entered this part of the fight with a hundred and fifty men. They had allowed Theed the time to put together a rock-solid defensive formation, advanced past a freaking Space Marine, tried to bring in reinforcements over superheated rock in the direct line of sight of laser cannon artillery, persisted in tiring their Forcers with a brazen and blatant defense, expanded and diffused their limited troops exponentially, blocked their own advance irrevocably at the river, and run into a knot of fresh Forcers who could do everything they were doing right now, but better, and then some.

The ASA had entered this part of the fight with a hundred fifty men, then marched another hundred forty reinforcements into an impassable and recently established killzone. The ASA would not be leaving this part of the fight. The Knight Commander had just led eighty to one hundred Knights Obsidian to their defeat or their death.

Such was Jorus Merrill's estimation when he stepped back behind the Gungan shield dome and started lobbing forward tactical EMP airbursts from his Mandalorian shell gun, in a sincere attempt to kill both lightsabres and all that high-tech armor -- armor that had no resistance to EMP.

 

[Raziel]

Location: Otoh Gunga
Objectives: Capture the Gungan Boss
Enemies: [member="Jaani Doosun"]


Raziel winced as the club crashed into the deck right next to his head, he kept still less the illusion be broken. As the club was raised a second his jaw was involuntarily clenched tight, as he feared the worst. However, the club came down hard back in the same spot, just inches from his head.

He half expected the noise of the club hitting the deck to break the illusion, but the Gungan stepped back a satisfied smile crossing its expressive face. Raziel breathed a sigh of relief as the beast turned its back on him. He’d had to enact his plan with far more haste than he’d hoped. The creature had shot forward and slammed him with his shield at an entirely unexpected swiftness. If the influence he’d been building whilst dodging the wooden cudgel hadn’t been strong enough, the desperate illusion would have had no effect, and his brains really would have been dashed across the deck.

Ever so slowly, he lifted himself from the deck. As he got to his knees he slid a splinter knife from a holster around his wrist. With one quick motion he launched it into the fleshy tissue in the gungan’s side. The creature shrieked with surprise. It pulled the small knife free, which was followed by a gush of blood as the flesh was rended by the wicked design. It wouldn’t do the gungan any good. The knife was designed with a ceramic coating that formed thousands of microscopic barbs that both aided penetration and made extraction difficult. As the blade was pulled free, thousands of poison coated sharps were left behind.

The Gungan started to mouth a threat, but then when suddenly stiff. The seven-foot chunk of muscle crashing to the deck unceremoniously. Raziel didn’t even feel bad about giving the creature a kick whilst it lay helpless.

He looked up to the solid metal door that blocked his path. It took nearly a whole minute to carefully cut around the holding mechanism, the Force giving him a clear picture of the internal mechanics. Fear and adrenaline turned to anger. Where he usually struggled to affect the world with the Force, he allowed the powerful emotion to fuel his connection. With a wave of his hand the door was rolled aside.

Two more Gungan warriors charged him. With a flick of his hand they were tossed out of the hydrostatic bubble. A great Gungan, opulently dressed to cover his wide paunch backed away. He started to turn and run, but the four remaining members of Raziel’s infiltration team appeared behind him, water dripping from their armour to the deck.

Raziel took a step forwards, hands out wide – unarmed. “Boss Baal I presume? Please sit down, we have much to discuss and a very short window of time.”


OOC/ Psyche! Ah that was too obvious!

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Atretes Rhoujen"]

Location: Breech

Meanwhile, on his walkway, watching the greatest tactical blunder he'd ever had the dubious glory of witnessing... Sarge stood and waited.

As he'd been doing.

He was quite literally superfluous to whatever someone wanted to term this situation.

 

[VlPER]

Location: Forest a few miles outside of Theed, Starport side
Allies: OP, Jedi
Enemies: ASA, Sith
Objective: Heal up

Viper pulled the ship far outside of Theed and away from the fighting. With the way ASA had been steam rolling through everything, he didn't trust any field hospital within the city to be safe for long. He felt horrible for having left as he did. But he had the wounded to care for. And with the way all of their defenses seem to have vanished in an instant, Viper didn't really believe there was much of a line left to reinforce. Thoguh how true that was now, was a mystery to him.

As he searched for a clearing in the dense forests to set down, he heard [member="Corvus Raaf"] mention him needing to be added to a list. He looked down and saw his wound. A small hole through his robes, blood soaking through all the layers. "Well so much for nothing happening." He chuckled to Corvus as he recalled their conversation on the way to Naboo. Fortunately, the blaster bolt had cauterized most the wound. So the blood loss was extreme. He was however, beginning to feel a little light headed.

"Corvus...I think you had better take over. I'm getting a little dizzy. Go ahead and set us down in that clearing over there." He pointed as he moved from his seat to let her take over. "Remember. Nothing to it. Basically the same as the other stuff you have flown before." Another thought came to mind. He wondered what had become of Felicity. "I'll be back in a bit. I'm going to go try and contact Felicity and see if she made it out ok." Pressing down on his wound, he limped on over to the turbolift and headed up to the Holotranceiver.

His fingers danced uncertainly across the control panel, and eventually he managed to get everything activated and prepared. Still clutching his side, he activated the comm. A moment later, a rather beleaguered and worn image of Viper appeared before her. "[member="Felicity Mason"]. This is Viper. Are you still there?" He wanted to say more, but didn't dare. Who knew who would be listening in on the other side.

 

[Felicity Mason]

Felicity had taken a moment to record a message before she left. One for her Father, should he choose to come down to see her. It would be too late, of course. Felicity was simply using it as a distraction for Percy. Poor, loyal Percy.

"Hey dad. It's me," her holographic image would say, "sorry I didn't wait around. To be honest, I just kinda used this as a distraction so I could get away. I knew Percy wouldn't let me leave.
Heh... sorry, Perce! Don't be mad at him, daddy. I would'a found a way out anyway. You know me. I don't like being trapped. I figured this would be better. Going out there, fighting the good fight... even if I'm not really sure what that means anymore."

The hologram of the blond smiled, kicking her feet, looking embarrassed.

"So... yeah. You can kinda see I got in a little over my head. Don't tell mom I was fighting. But if it'll make ya feel better about my bruises, well, you should see what the other girl looks like. I think you'd be proud."

The hologram looked behind her suddenly, a flicker of fear in her bright blue eyes.

"I gatta go now. This 'Authority' has no idea what they just got themselves into. Dad, take care of yourself. And mom. I'll be just fine. I love ya both."

The message ended, the hologram would fade.

And the real flesh and blood Felicity had already snatched up her equipment and had slid out of the window on the third floor. With her bag thrown over her shoulder, she eased herself down, with all the grace of a bird. She still looked like a mess. But this was alright. She could fit in better that way with all the others that were fighting out there. When her feet finally hit solid ground, she took one last look at the Palace, and started running into the city.

"Felicity Mason. This is Viper. Are you still there?"

She stopped right in her tracks, tapping on her little wrist communicator.

"Space Wizard! Lookat that! You survived!"

[member="VlPER"] [member="Keter"]

 

[Prime]

Objective: Sabotage the Spaceport. Eliminiate Enemy Run Times. Dress in body parts.
Allies: ASA
Enemies: OP
Location: En Route to Spaceport

Prime was realizing that it made a tactical error in the position it had held. Not many soldiers were walking through its crosshairs. Stepping out of the skyscraper, with two and a half Clankers following, the droid went to inspect the bodies it had knocked down. The Clankers had their orders to check for supplies and they had pulled the spare and compatible power cells.

Prime was more worried on body parts. Using the strength of its metal arms, the droid tore an arm from one soldier, and a leg from another. Deploying rope, the unit tied the arm to the upper arm of itself, out of the way of its mobility, and the same for the leg, ensuring that it would be seen to have the parts strapped to itself by enemy forces.

The unit left the rest of the bodies in the street.

Programming in to the encrypted military channel for this war effort the droid began speaking. “This is HWD-001.” Using its designation instead of its unit name. “All System Authority droids that are not engaged in a primary directive. Redirect yourselves to the Theed Spaceport. Fleet, if you receive this message.” Which it should be who knew with fleshlings. “Redirect Interceptor Squadrons to watch for any ships leaving the spaceport. And prepare [/COLORhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/13062-csbx-05-baron-aerial-battle-droid/]Baron War Droids for deployment when the shield collapses.”

Having not heard from Rhoujen-Commander, or Norongachi-Marshall, nor Jy’Vun-General in some time, the unit decided it was on its own. Claiming a world meant nothing to this war droid, but upping a body count, that meant something. And logistics, it was said in some ancient works, was the key to victory. Stepping down the street and keeping to the shadows, the battle was elsewhere. And the sound of combat were getting louder. The logic commands on this particular unit were a bit skewed. It was definitely past-due for a memory wipe.

Good. This unit needed a new pair of shoes.

Which meant feet.

Omega Protectorate soldier feet.

OOC: Unable to link this http://starwarsrp.net/topic/13062-csbx-05-baron-aerial-battle-droid/

 

[EmKay]

LOCATION: THEED, THE FIRST BREACH
ALLIES: ASA [ [member="Salem Norongachi"] // [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] // etc. ]
ENEMIES: PROTECTORATE [ [member="Jorus Merrill"] // [member="Sarge Potteiger"] // etc. ]
OBJECTIVE: DO NOT DIE UNLESS IT SUITS YOUR PURPOSE


Tactical blunder? Perhaps. Atretes was, unfortunately, fresh off the block for this job and had never commanded mass scales of troops before. He relied as much on their judgment as they did his orders, and they knew it. So when the reinforcements saw that their avenue of entry was a death trap, they didn't die. They turned around, issued an apology for their inability to aid, and returned to the primary assault. They wouldn't throw their lives away brainlessly, there was more at stake than one person, or one battle zone in an entire invasion. The Knight Commander would have to make do with what he had, to whatever end awaited him there.

Those Knights who commanded the earth to move gave up sustaining the wall as they had been doing long ago. Their final push was not born of uprooting more earth, but of moving what they had gathered. Rock from just beneath the surface of the stone paths and tarmac, the surface ground compacted by their will to harden into rock. It was, as mentioned, a simple way to avoid fire. Now stationary, and with other means of cover nearby, the need to replenish that stone was unnecessary. So when these enemy units threw their earthen assault, the idle Knights retaliated. While they were unable to catch the particles and launch them in reverse, they could do what needed doing. They condensed, and slammed their fists into the ground. The earth around them shook, and the tremors expanded into the area around them. Windows shattered, structurally weak buildings from both sides of the cordon collapsed into the ground, one of which tipped in the direction of the unit of Force users assaulting them currently.

Around the rest of the battle zone, the ASA forces dwindled and looked for unusual means of escape or advance. By the stream, the Knights brought their power into the fore of their abilities. They made the city itself heel to them, bringing enemy buildings down to barricade the open line of fire by the stream and block the fire and visual temporarily. There, the Knights ripped out the base structures of the enemy buildings and brought them toppling over the stream, forming bridges where there were none, where the Protectorate forces couldn't have been prepared for a charge. Rather than waste time waiting for orders, the Systems Authority forces, growing in anxiety, flooded across the artificial bridge. Whether this would be a death sentence or not wasn't a matter for them, it was the prospect of not dying in a hole that drove them to break ranks and make a mad dash for deeper into the city. As such, once across, they made for weak points in the cordon, sticking to shadows and lesser protected alleyways. If all went well, they'd break the cordon without knowing it themselves and disperse into the city. If it went badly, their fate need not be mentioned, for everyone would know.

Atretes, in the meantime, found himself in a position where he couldn't afford to command from safety anymore. He sighed and slipped out from cover. The thing was, he was afraid, but he was also realising that he was losing men. While soldiers died, this was a pointless loss, and it near made his blood boil. The heat field around him that kept him warm strengthened until the rains steamed off from around him. He could sense the power emanating from beyond the rolling wall of debris, and he decided to add his own element. Unseen from the back, he coiled the energy within him, his growing anger at the outcome fueling his hard will, and he lashed out in a snap of energy that mixed lightning and concussive telekinetic force. The bolt pierced the rolling wave of asphalt and lashed toward the Force wielding unit behind it. Should it strike a shield, it'd dissipate along the surface, painting a target for the wave of force to hone in on, causing the rippling wake to seemingly solidify and plough into that immediate area. Lightsabers on belt and pistol in hand, Atretes's jaw locked for a moment while he ground tooth on tooth.

"Shouldn't you be out, fighting the real war!?" he shouted over the weaponsfire. It echoed off the buildings quickly falling into ruin. Realising that the battle was changing, the Obsidians quit the defencive role. Those constructing barriers changed to forming personal shields, those that were picking off Protectorate soldiers were instead laying down electricity and intangible fists. All the while they moved out of buildings to avoid the coming fall of the structures, and decided to use the points of damage to push the buildings over, sending them into enemy ranks as pillars of crushing damnation.

 

[VlPER]

Location: Forest a few miles outside of Theed, Starport side
Allies: OP, Jedi
Enemies: ASA, Sith
Objective: Heal up

Viper chuckled with a wince. "Through no fault of my own. But yes, I made it." He said jokingly. "So did Corvus. She managed to get a bunch of the wounded away from the front lines before our position at the front got overrun. And seriously you need to just call me Viper. Or else it'll be princess again for you."

Only now noticing the rather rough appearance she too presented, he continued, his expression more serious, "Forgive me, but you seem like you have had a close scrape yourself. You ok? What's your position?"

He waited patiently. Shaking his head slightly to ward off his dizziness. He was just glad she seemed to be ok for the moment.

[member="Corvus Raaf"]
[member="Felicity Mason"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

Location: Theed
Enemies: ASA
Allies: OP and friends
Objective: Record this invasion. Show the Galaxy.

The blond shook her head, smiling. She pushed a lock of filthy blond hair behind her torn ear, as if to show him exactly what she ws going to have to deal with.

"Some fetish cleaning lady from the ASA managed to sneak into the palace. Don't worry. If you think this is bad, well, you should see her. You could say I cleaned the floor with her."

Bad puns. Very bad puns. The truth was, she needed to joke to keep herself going or else she might collapse into a crying pile like the little girl she actually was.

"I'm just outside the palace. Walking into the city now."

[member="VlPER"]

 

[VlPER]

Location: Forest a few miles outside of Theed, Starport side
Allies: OP, Jedi
Enemies: ASA, Sith
Objective: Heal up

"Fetish cleaning lady...?" He smirked as he tried to picture what she was talking about. "Well, then. It looks like you have been having as fun of a day so far as me." Viper's smirk widened as he moved his hand revealing his own fresh battle scar. An eyebrow raised, however, when she mentioned where she was, and what she was doing. "Alone? And why are you walking around the city? Wait...if you got out into the open why didn't you try and contact us again?" Suddenly his mind began to race with a myriad of questions. They had been away from the battle for a while now. Though the rumbling sounds of war were still evident in the distance.

Course if she was outside the palace....they might be able to pull her out of danger and keep her safe from ASA forces. Or she might just go into hiding again, like she had originally planned if they made a show of trying to force her to leave. Really he would just have to wait for her answers. Only then would he be able to analyze the situation, and see what options were available to him.

[member="Felicity Mason"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

Location: Theed
allies: OP
Enemies: ASA
Objective: do mah thing

"To be honest," she answered, still walking ahead, "I thought you guys mighta died. Haven't heard from you in a long time."

She shrugged, digging in her bag as she went between buildings. She pulled out her holorecorder, turned it on, just to be sure everything was still in working order. Thank the Force her fight with fetish maid hadn't damaged anything.

"Look, Druckenwell was a disaster. Those monsters got away with what they did because nobody had any proof that they caused it. But they won't get away with it now. If somebody records what they're doing here, if somebody has the nerve to stand up and put this information out there, then they won't get away with it again. If I can get this up on the holonet somehow, I can show the entire Galaxy what this 'Authority' really is. They can change their name, but they're still the Confederacy. Except worse, cuz now they don't even have my mom to keep them in line."

She slowly raised the holorecorder, still testing it out, just to be sure everything would record correctly.

"They can't stop the signal."

[member="VlPER"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Atretes Rhoujen"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"]


At the corner of Dumai and Welles, those who had attempted to use geomatics against Earth Shapers of Kro Var found their move countered quickly and professionally, by geomancers who hadn't needed to dig up more and more material to expand the walls, prior to entering narrow confines. Buildings sagged, to be sure, and men died, but any attempt to collapse buildings around the cordon found itself forestalled. As the Earth Shapers repelled the geomatic onslaught, the Fire and Air Shapers built the inferno. Blue-white flame sought out the exhausted Knights Obsidian, joined by sustained fire from blasters and portable laser cannons.

The Zeison Sha continued their telekinetic defensive efforts -- their original assignment, but not one that had seen the need for much action. This was what they'd been waiting for since the start of the engagement. Collapsing buildings collapsed straight down, or the wrong way, leaving the remaining ASA shielded only by debris.


Jorus projected the muzzle of his Mandalorian shell gun through the shield, and fired one barrel. A pulse shell spat a superconductive monofilament net, straight into the lightning. The arcs grounded out harmlessly. The net fell by the wayside, its momentum arrested by Rhoujen's telekinetic force; the remainder of Rhoujen's Force-blast hit the shield, then Jorus. His boots skidded on the flagstone, and he stumbled back into the knot of Shapers. They kept him from falling.

The gun protruded through the shield again. The other barrel fired at Rhoujen -- a concussion shell, a miniaturized single-use Stouker chamber. That portion of the inferno exploded toward the young commander in a manner that obscured everything and could easily be called lethal. An opportunity, though Jorus didn't realize it at the time, for Rhoujen to be thrown clear of his doomed command. Presumed dead, even.

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There was a fourth kind of Shaper.

Theed had only so many Forcewielders, and virtually all of them were in service, at one front or another. This front had fielded only enough to counter Rhoujen's seventy-ish Knights Obsidian. Of that number, only four were Water Shapers. Those four had a good portion of river to cover, the portion that formed a section of the battlefront, perhaps two or three hundred metres long. For any given point along the river, two or three Shapers had line of sight. Right up until the Knights Obsidian started manhandling and bringing down buildings on their side.

The first impromptu bridges came down, and ASA personnel stormed across, aiming for the cordon. Buildings were designed to have structural integrity, by and large, while upright. Buildings on their sides experienced other states of being. When the Water Shapers turned the walls to splinters beneath them, and swept their topmost surfaces with frigid waves, those sodden buildings began to turn into thickets of jumbled beams. The cordon fired what it could bring to bear across and along the river, which was a good bit.

The buildings disintegrated under whatever fraction remained of the ASA personnel in this area. The water roiled with broken beams, every sharp and hard-edged thing that makes up a building, and blood. Steam rose in scalding gouts where blasterfire and man-portable laser cannons put water to a thunderclap boil. A handful made it to shore alive, a smaller handful made it through the first cordon. The second cordon caught them, stunned them, restrained them.

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The fight was effectively over on this front; even the firestorm at Dumai and Welles would find a conclusion soon.