[En Route to THEED | Approaching THEED'S First Breach ]
Allies: ABRION SYSTEMS AUTHORITY & ALLIES: [member="Atretes Rhoujen"] | [SIZE=14.6666669845581px][member="Gravesen Conclave"] | [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6666669845581px][member="Una Gal"][/SIZE]
Enemies: THE OMEGA PROTECTORATE & ALLIES: [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Objective: Pay it forward.
Ambiance:
Fates [Because I'm corny]
There was all sorts of magic in the air tonight. Such plentiful variety.
Wasn't there? Insanity bred insanity and more often than not, stupidity bred the same. The tumultuous ascension to the city was rocky at its best and with nature being stirred, it professed that the streets of Theed would offer nothing short of overcompensation and tireless, aforementioned wit.
But it would continue, yes? There was nothing proving otherwise and she sighed without the use of sound. It was more of an internal thing, already having known.
Known what, you say?
That the allies were proving more formidable in battle than The Protectorate themselves. The thoughts of the Sith rang true and she settled into the co-pilot seat of the
walker, peering out of her visor and the gate of view to the battlefield the machine had in place.
They were nothing without their aid. That they could call themselves protectors of any sort was... laughable as they used the others as provincial meat-shields. Were it not war, she'd of been on the floor throwing a girlish giggle fit. That would come later, even if they lost.
"And they said we were bad..." commented the General to her driver as a vast number of commands and Intel were shouted over the com device. It had not been a quiet ride. Not at all.
So far they had made it through, with the shields nearly at half and pieces of the transportation's frame blown off. But nearly there. So close, per courtesy of Gravesen having cleared a path through the arts of demolition. "Praise the mak-"
"DOWN!" she shouted before actual contact, throwing the man beside her back as if aiming to protect him. The earth rattled beneath them and the front legs of the walker gave out, the joints splitting with the force that hit, causing the large machine to fall upon its arms. It was not out of commission as far as fire power, but it was otherwise immobile. The driver's hands formed fists, but before he could slam them down upon the controls, she said,
"This beast can still fire. Take out what you can." He seemed to think about it and then gave her a nod. This particular vehicle was armed with decent armaments and while normally it only had one to use for ground based attacks, with it being in more of a groveling position, the weapons of mass destruction were given more of a possibility to frontal attack than it had been before.
"Clear me a path, soldier." The mass driver cannon leveled, aiming in the direction she was to walk and fired. Everything in its way would either be blown back by sheer velocity or taken down.
It shifted its mechanical bearings to the right and the driver flipped the cannons to auto, spraying its flak [albeit freedom] to the defense that seemed to keep coming, then switched to the light ion variety to allow proper cool down of the other.
5.....4....3...2..1. Rinse and repeat until thoroughly exhausted or spent.
Without another word, the latch was flipped and she left the cozy area of rest and protection for the terrors Theed was sure to offer to the left [as to avoid the assault the walker had begun again]. Tanks, droids, other walkers, ships, debris, men; they all littered the area. [And for another splash! It was, again, the bodies of both sides represented. Oddly enough, more of the other side this time.] It had been seen before and recently, often having to move around those casualties to get to where they were finally shot down.
The scene, it brought on about some fanatical rage for use in a sally of sorts on the next downed walker she passed. Anesia exacted a bout of revenge on the fallen machinery, the lower part of the mechanical leg being ripped off from its hinge and then used as a proverbial walking stick for the hike. Every now and again, she'd lift it to swing, launching a few soldiers out of the path to fly over... where the wall used to be. There was no exact aim, rather it was wielded as a shield for fire of oncoming opposition this close to Theed [having claimed some small holes by now] and when they drew near enough, she shifted, swung, and gave the rest to the elemental Force already in play. Dead weight, especially unexpected, could quite possibly land on mobile men of Naboo infantry. It was so very hard to tell just how far they went with mother nature involved. Eventually and inevitably they would hit something or someone causing them to drop in at the most inopportune time, but they could and would make it through the shield.
Using the chaos of nature being slung around by that of her foes to her advantage, the innate Force was gripped and then supplemented by very little of her own power, tossing the bodies of others around like rag dolls on the winds. There was no waste here, Anesia was saving that for what lie ahead. Reserved and growing in the wake of each new step that crushed dying vegetation and rubble alike under booted feet. The long journey had proved to allow the gathering of will and power, of reflection and still a thought to preserve the planet. Its inhabitants seemed now to not share the sentiment they so recently confessed and she wondered to herself why those same people from earlier would aid in the destruction now? Or was it them? Why were they silent among the madness that ensued? Or were the natives not as strong as they claimed?
It seemed rather odd for them not to intervene now.
Pity.
