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

She marched through the broken walls and into Theed. The city was beautiful, even surrounded by all the death and destruction. Una had lost Gravy in the midst of the battle again, but she wasn't going to let it stop her. Ever since her one on one with the solider the adrenaline had been the only thing keeping her going. Her agile frame scrambled up the side of a near-by building and onto the flat topped roof. From where she stood she could see nearly all of the city. Most buildings were up in flame and the glow of blaster bolts lit up every dark alley visible. When her eyelids fluttered closed she could hear the whoosh of sabers as they swung for their mark, the heavy fire of artillery as it broke through more of Theed's "defenses". Despite the war raging below her, the scene was picture perfect. It felt like it belonged in an art gallery somewhere, being swooned over by the rich and famous.

She had visited Naboo once before when she had traveled with her friends. But back then the land had been plentiful and she didn't remember quiet as many people dying. The one thing they had all neglected to see was the palace and Una decided that would be her next move. If nobody from the ASA had already attempted to infiltrate it then there would be some serious issues, but if that was the case there were people she could call. Or at least she hoped there would be. If she could find a comm in time she would be able to contact Gravy.

From where she stood on the flat topped roofs Una stepped into the force like a glove. Her body disappeared from sight and blending in with the fiery background made for a perfect escape as she began her long journey across the roofs of Theed.
 
Location: Theed Streets...meh.
Allies: Just Norge. Norge is his lover. Oh, [member="Una Gal"]
Enemies: [member="VlPER"] [member="Felicity Mason"]
Objective: GET PAYBACK FOR MY SPIDER DROIDS YA DI'KUT

The assault on Theed had been a bloody one. ASA soldiers threw themselves on the walls, and eroded the old stone with their blood. The body count was massive, to be sure. The galaxy would not be forgetting about what happened here to die--about the revenge for what had happened on Drunkenwell. While Gravesen's personal stake in these matters was minimal, it was good for the ASA's morale.

That, and someone had blown up his spider droids like they were nothing. The ones he had worked on for ages.

The Rattataki sifted through the rubble as he found the right position. Una had gone off to do,,,whatever she was doing. He was her partner, not her keeper. He lay prone midst the rubble and bodies that had been blown out from a residential building. The DL rifle hummed at a low tune as its power cell came online. Gravesen didn't care what the Jedi was doing. He didn't care about the lives of the people; not here. The galaxy hung in the balance, and their resistance to join the ASA was putting it in jeopardy.

He took a deep breath, and squeezed the trigger.
 

Keter

The Renegade
Location: Theed Tower
Allies: OP, [member="Feena Mason"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]
Objective: Get bad news about [member="Felicity Mason"]

They had been sitting there for who knew how long. Probably Vorhi. Battle meditation was a powerful ability, but...well, Keter had to admit, kind of boring. It was a strategic asset, not a tactical one, enveloping whole swathes of a planet to bolster the spirits of the defenders and drain the morale of the enemy. And he was helping Feena maintain the whole thing the only way he knew how. He felt like he hadn't slept in weeks.

His red eyes were fixed forwards, staring into the past to keep his mind occupied when the guard entered the room. The blond looked up at him as he approached Feena, clearing his throat. "Your highness. I bring word of your daughter..."

Somehow, Keter knew that things had just gotten more complicated.
 
Corvus readied the ship to return to the palace. She didn't know how good an idea it was - but she trusted VIPER's guidance on this one.

She was not the pilot VIPER was, but prepping for take-off as well as basic maneuvres was within her grasp - despite the ship being more than twice the size of anything she'd flown before. She was glad she'd at least familiarised herself with the controls on their way here.

"Just tell me when..."

[member="Felicity Mason"] [member="VlPER"]
 
Location: Near Felicity Mason
Allies: Who ever in the nine hells is on the OP side
Enemies: Who ever in the nine hells isnt on the OP side
Objective: Figure out who is good, whos bad, and save miss mason from getting murdered.

Solan caught a single glimpse of someone all too interesting as [member="Una Gal"] appeared for just that brief second to his vision, eyes following her till she disappeared from sight again. "Interesting... i did just see that right..." He stood slowly and closed his eyes for a moment as his mind shot out and returned, his eyes opening as he caught another glimpse of her, just barely, heading in a general direction. He frowned, why was she here and what could she be doing...

He was basing the direction he went now in that single glimpse of her heading, that single hope she stayed on the roofs and he wasn't chasing a ghost trail after his friend and sighed and scanned the roof tops continuously in order to find even just one small trace of her being in that direction... soon he found her though, her faint signature as she dropped off the roof infront of him, confused and worried her shot forward and looked down, seeing something even worse as it came to his mind.

Not knowing how much of an effect he could have his body dropped behind hers, a few seconds behind and likely Una would land on the Princess before Solan reached the ground. None the less he would, dropping in a few feet to the right of Una and Felicity, speaking softly as he looked at his friend. "I really hope, that this isn't what i think it is..."


[member="Felicity Mason"]
 

VlPER

Victory is mine!
Location: Next to Theed Palace
Allies: OP, Jedi
Enemies: ASA, Sith
Objective: Retrieve [member="Felicity Mason"], record what was left of the battle from a safe distance, keep a low profile

Looking at [member="Corvus Raaf"]'s message, he smiled. He suddenly felt something he had never felt before. But it wasn't something he himself was feeling. Viper focused his mind trying to isolate what it was. Realization suddenly dawned on him. He was feeling Corvus' thoughts. Her apprehension at going back. But that wasn't the only feeling. Not the only emotion. He suddenly felt her trust in him. This new sense was eery to Viper. He had always been a good judge of character before. But this was something knew. This wasn't just intuition. It was actually getting just the smallest of glimpses straight into someone's mind. Was it because of his tendency to grow attached to certain people quickly? Could he do this with someone else? Was this what growing stronger in the force meant? What other possibilities could be opened with more training?

A myriad of questions for another time. He had to focus. "Ready when you are Corvus. Let's go retrieve Felicity. But don't worry. No more hero stuff. We're just grabbing her, and pulling back so we can record some of the damage from afar." He could soon feel the ship move as Corvus took control of the ship again and brought it out of their hiding spot and back into the air toward Theed.

Returning to the holotranceiver he looked back to Felicity. "Will there still be a Naboo?" A smile worked its way onto his face as he regarded the young woman. "Felicity. As long as as there are people like you, me, your parents, or the thousands of other people who have fought today. There will always be a Naboo. Buildings can be rebuilt. Forests restored. It is not these material things that make up Naboo. It is us. The people. As long as we draw breath, Naboo will go on."

He tilted his head as he scanned Felicity's face. There was an honest look in her expression. She really did seem personally hurt about all this. Like someone had just smashed some personal possession. Whoever she was this morning. Viper had a feeling she had grown up quite a bit this day. Sad, he thought, how war has a way of bringing many harsh realities to people. He wondered if there was a more pleasant way to discover these realities. But again his mind was beginning to wonder.

"Anyway. We're almost at your position. I'll meet you at the loading ramp. Stay safe." He finished with a wink before turning off the holotranceiver.

A couple minutes later, the freighter eased its way up the cliff side, being careful to avoid any attention. And making good use of all cover present to mask its movements. "Nice flying Corvus." He said encouragingly to her. "I'll head down and get her."

It didn't take long for Viper to make his way to the loading ramp. All the while passing by the many wounded that had been brought on board. So had already been transferred to the bacta tanks, while others were in surgery. These poor fellows, were the less critically injured that were forced to wait till a free medical droid could tend to them. Most of the droids were in the surgery rooms or monitoring the bacta tanks. There were a half dozen of his droids quietly floating around the cargo hold doing their best to dress minor wounds and ease the pain of those in there.

The ghastly sight of the poor fellows brought a saddened look to his face. "At least they got pulled out of that hornets nest in time." Viper thought consolingly to himself. He realized that his and Corvus' part in this war was practically negligible. But at least they were able to inflict some damage, and save these men. It was a small thing that would never be remembered in the history of this planet. But he was satisfied with the thought that these men and their families would remain united.

The loading ramp noisily creaked open as the ship touched down close to Felicity's position. Although his wound was still painful, it had seemed to stop bleeding on it own. Thus Viper no longer held it so tightly. Instead, he walked down the ramp toward Felicity with a look of pride and confidence. A smile broke on his face as he held up a hand to wave and get her attention. "Felicity!" He yelled happily, grateful to finally see in person, and unharmed the royal family member. "Come on! We need to hurry! No need to be out in the open any more than we need to. You never know who could...be...", his words trailed off as the hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood erect.

Again with that weird sensation he had earlier. But this was something different. It wasn't even a distinct thought he was feeling. What was it?! He tried to focus. "Oh my god...", he said in a low tone, his happy expression just moments before, replaced by wide eyes and a look of alarm A warning! His force senses not yet attuned, gave him this warning just a moment to late. The shot came and slammed into his left shoulder, sending Viper spinning to the ground.

At the same moment, another person appeared. "How in the world does this keep happening!?" "Felicity, RUN! Get into the ship!" Viper quickly rose to his feet and drew his saber as he eyed the newcomer trying to figure out if he was friend or foe. There was also the sniper still out there somewhere. They didn't have time. They needed to run now. "And what do you think this is!?" He spat back at the man, dropping into the Sorensu stance he had been practicing with Corvus.

[member="Gravesen Conclave"]
[member="Solan Charr"]
 
Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"], @Sarge Pottegier, OP Forces

Enemies: ASA People

Objective: Meditate

Where he was, she most certainly would be. What she was doing this entire time? Well, that would be the question of the ages. She hadn't ignored the beacon that was sent through the frequency which was only used in dire situations, she just re-directed a simple response: Busy. Deep in her meditation, she could feel a presence which surprised her, her own Padawan. How her Padawan had made such a journey without her knowledge much less permission was beyond her, but the young woman was like herself.

Stubborn.

It amused Aaralyn to say the least.

With that in mind, in her meditated state, she would touch the mind of [member="Corvus Raaf"] and then fade, letting her know she knew of both her presence on the planet and for Corvus to know she was there as well. Beyond that, she did nothing. Not yet atleast. Nothing required her immediate attention, much like Sarge, she waited. She meditated and thought to the things she would need to reflect on most.
 

Prime

Guest
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Objective: Wear enemy runtimes as a war uniform. Eliminate enemy runtimes. Be thankful he is not a child. Be thankful the ASA does not have children on the battlefield. Keep killing until further order.
Allies: ASA, Clankers lack of self preservation protocol.
Enemies: OP and cameras that survive EMP. Fleshlings lack of self preservation protocol.
Location: Theed.
Current Directive: Hunter-Killer mode.

To say that Prime was a tried and true war droid was a lie. The whole HWD program was fresh and new, and without the full upgrade, the units were not at maximum capacity. The droid general-unit was still trying to figure out its purpose here. Eliminate enemies.

And transmit information back to the Technate for analysis and software fine-tuning. This was the first battle it was involved in, after all. The fire team that was with the unit remained vigilant as Prime was still searching for enemies, all the while making sure that the war droids were focused towards the battle.

Was the programming starting to get to him?

It had gone a while without order from the fleshlings and that was starting to interfere with his programming. Hunter-Killer mode was one of those directives that just seemed to last.

And that was when the transmission from Rhoujen-Commander came over the comlink. Waterfall? Was that the battle? Was someone going to save the commander?

Maybe that other attractive war-droid runtime [member="General Mayhem"] would.

For now, Prime was content on finding the battlefield, and awaiting contact.
 
Corvus sensed her Master's presence. As with so many things she was learning with the Force she didn't know exactly why or how , but she knew that she was here on Naboo and...'And she knows I'm here. Well that could go one of two ways!'

Given unlimited time, she would have tried to figure out how the bond was working and see if she could reciprocate but instead one of her most commonly used mantras pushed its way into her consciousness. 'Don't center on your anxieties, Corvus. Keep your concentration here and now, where it belongs.'

But her heart felt lighter and a small smile played across her lips, despite the gravity of the situation.

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"] [member="VlPER"]
 
The Eternal Queen
Location: Palace
Enemies: exhaustion
Allies: OP, [member="Keter"] @Vorhi Alestrani
Objective: Don't Kark it up

Feena smiled at the approaching presence.

"Percy..." she sighed, hearing something about 'daughter', but concentrating too hard to realy put it together. Felicity and Celeste were safe. "See? Such worry. You did see me before the end."

The young body guard cleared his throat, went to say something but the words died in his throat, the words of the young "Princess" ringing in his ears. 'Mom will freak.'

"Excuse my intrusion Majesty," he said bowing low once again, "I do not wish to disturb you while you concentrate. I came to have a word with Master Mason, you husband."

"Oh?" The Queen was almost not even listening. It was starting to get difficult to hang on. So much death. So much fear. She had to press on and on and on. Drive it back. Drive it all out. It was like healing. You have to cut out the infection, but first you sometimes had to drain the wound. Harmful bacteria. Could cause problems after the surgery...

"Go on, Keke. We're doing well down there. I do not think you need to worry about me for a little while. Not with Master Alestrani here,"

She smiled, hoping for just one thing from him. Just a small kiss before the end.
 

Keter

The Renegade
Location: Theed Tower (OF DOOM!)
Allies: OP, [member="Feena Mason"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] Percy
Enemies: Ass ASA

He looked at his wife and nodded, leaning over to place a kiss on her neck, where he knew she liked it. A little thrill to wake her up as he stood up and stretched before walking over to the guard. "Alright Mr...Percy, was it?" he asked, to which the man nodded in response. "What is it?"

"Ahem..." the guard started, keeping his voice low, so that Feena wouldn't hear. "You see...your daughter, the Princess Felicity...she's still on the planet."

There was no response from the blond, prompting the guard to continue. "She's still in the palace, but she's refusing to evacuate," he elaborated, slightly unnerved by the calm Keter was displaying. A calm that continued as Percy explained what exactly had happened to Felicity.

Keter nodded once the man finished, smiling slightly. "Well, it appears I will need to have words with my daughter," he calmly replied, each word as cold as the winter solstice on Hoth. "Stay here and guard my wife." Or else was the unspoken threat. Unlike Feena, Keter had no need of the love of the populace. Though the Queen had been working hard on improving the image of her Knight Consort, the man still exuded a certain aura of wrongness. Never as much as now though, stalking towards the exit of the tower, his pace increasing with each step until he was running, sabers lit and spinning as he hissed in anger.

[member="Felicity Mason"]
 
Location: Theed, near palace
Allies: Those not trying to kill the little girl
Enemies: The brave adults that go after 'defenseless' children
Objective: Record, then let the message spread

She was looking at hell through a lens. This had been home. This was where she learned, where she lived. This was the air she breathed. This was the friends she made. This planet was life itself!

How did it end up like this?

"If you can see this now," she began, watching from a distance, "you might think this is some remote abandoned city. You might think that this fighting is taking place far from you. You might think that this destruction is on a world so unpopulated, so far gone that nobody would possibly live here still."

She moved the recorder, walking carefully. She was a kid, but she wasn't completely stupid. She knew not to just stand out in the open- even if the open was where all the good shots came from. And she knew better than to stand still.

"You'd be wrong if you thought that. This is Naboo. This, what you are seeing in the product of an invasion from the Systems Authrotity, formerly known as the Confederacy of Independent systems. What I am showing you is what our world looks like mere hours after the start of this invasion. My name is Felicity Mason, daughter of the Queen of this world, and I want you to know the truth about the Authority."

She turned her head, seeing a ship land at last. Viper had run late. His ship was damaged. Must have taken him a while just to get through. She pointed the recorder in his direction. No words. Just footage now. She was going to edit it together later, when she had more to work with.

"Space Wizard! Hey!"
She waved at him, hurried over. Something prickled in the back of her mind. That tickle of the Force. She didn't hear his warning until it was almost too late. She didn't know what was happening, but her recorder caught it all. Felicity screamed. She couldn't help it. She'd never seen a person get shot before. Not a real person, anyway.

Panting, she did as she was told, it only just now registering how much of an insane close call that was.
"Vipes! Come on!" she called, scrambling onto the ship. She never stopped recording. Not enough yet. Not enough.
 
Una stopped, her chest heaved up and down as she took a look at her surroundings. Her body still hidden from view, she was fairly certain she was still completely undetectable. Fromher vantage point on the roof Una could see that the palace was a long way away. Far off from where she was standing right now. She'd need some way to get there and fast. If she walked by the time she got there the invasion might have been done and dusted with. Turning her head and glancing around, she decided that the first thing she needed was a map. But she had no idea where to begin.

Una lowered her body down from the lip of a roof and let herself fall to the floor. The shock that was sent from her feet up to her head lasted for a matter of seconds, but boy was it painful. She bit down on her lip to stop herself from cursing out loud. It did her no good to stand still so instead she began walking. Una was headed in the direction of the palace, or at least in the direction she assumed the palace was. Theed was a huge place and nothing at all like she remembered it all those years ago. In fact, it wasn't that many years ago but now the city was on fire and blood curdling screams could be heard in every direction it gave the city a different tone. It no longer represented beauty and safety for its people. It was a place of death and destruction now.

As she walked along her merry way her ears met with a new sound. The distinct chatter of two OP soldiers and their armor clinking heavily against their bodies. Una panicked. She had let her guard down in that one moment it took her to feel safe on the side streets. The sound was getting closer and closer. Darting down an alley way she pressed her back to a wall, hidden in the shadows as she held her breath and waited patiently. It took what seemed forever for the guards to lumber lazily past her. They thought they were safe too, which worked well for her. Una couldn't breath, her chest refused to inhale as she stepped out of the shadows and curled her fingers around her saber hilt. She willed herself not to ignite it yet as the force cloaked her body once again and she disappeared from sight. Carefully stepping, she made her way up behind the two soldiers. Keeping up with them was incredibly easy, they were walking at a slow pace, with not a care in the world. Her saber held steady and true in the small gap they left between them. It took her no less than a second to ignite the saber and in this time, there was nothing they could do.

A blood curdling scream emitted from them both, piercing her ears. If it weren't for the fact that her knuckles were going white with the pressure she kept on her saber hilt, Una would have dropped it there and then. The double bladed sabers had ignited in a flurry of color and ripped through the midsection of both guards. A small nub of saber could be seen either side of their bodies. She disignited the blades, cauterizing the missing section that had been gouged out by her saber. Her hand was shaking as she brought the hilt toward her chest. Three kills. She had been on this planet no more than 5 hours and she had already taken three lives. There was no denying that she felt some guilt for what she had done. But another part of her brain insisted that she had done it for survival. And for Gravy. Swooping down she began to pat the guards down, feeling for a datapad. So it turned out, she was in luck.

The screen flickered a dim white as it turned on and connected to the holonet. A map of Theed was brought up in less than half the time she had expected. Admittedly she was a little technologically retarded but she had worked with datapads before and especially the holonet. The map was complicated and there were twists and turns every which way. With an exaggerated sigh, she began her walk once again. But this time, not in the direction of the palace.

The shop she headed for wasn't too far away from where she was, luckily. But the map was more than confusing. On a number of occasions she got lost and had to turn back around to her original starting spot. It was easy to find. Though the stench of burning flesh had filled the city, Una couldn't quite smell it as well as on the two guards she had just murdered. Remembering something her Father said before she left for the Jedi, Una gave a quite whimper. He had told her that death was nothing to be afraid of and if she ever administered death of her own accord, it would stick with her for the rest of her life. Una wondered how long it would be before she could rid herself of the stink and of the visions that flashed before her eyes. Glancing down at the datapad to distract herself, she halted mid step and looked up. The speeder shop was right on the edge of Theed and it seemed to be untouched. The metal bars had been dragged down in front of it. But that wouldn't stop her.

She ignited one side of her saber and stuck it against the metal, watching it melt before her eyes. In a matter of minutes she was inside. It had a homely feel to it and almost looked unscathed by the battle that was going on a little further away. The speeders sat on the shop floor, held in place by metal brackets. Una felt like a child in a candy store. Speeders had been her specialty ever since her parents had given her some kind of leeway back at home. And the streets of Theed were no different to that of Corellia. She stepped toward one, running her finger tips over the handle bars and smoothing them over the leather seat. This was the one.

A noise that sounded like wood scraping against metal made her snap her head away from the speeder. Her heart stopped in her chest as she clutched her saber a little more tightly. "Who's there...?" Taking a step forward, the floor creaked underneath her weight. With her senses hightened she could hear the subtle sound of someone moving not to far away. "I'll ask again, who's there?" Her voice sounded strong and unafraid, but inside she was screaming. What if it was an OP soldier? She wasn't prepared. An attack now would ruin everything. Then, from the corner of the room, a man scooted out from behind the counter. His face looked pale and shocked as he held his hands up to show he had no weapons. Una felt a wave of relief wash over her. "Are you the owner?" He nodded quickly and began to mumble something inaudible. Turning a little ways she motioned to her speeder of choice. "I need this... do you have the keys?" He didn't waste any time and scrambled to get off the floor and reach for the circle of keys hanging up on the wall behind the counter. With shaking hands he pulled one away and offered it out to Una. "Here, please take it. Just don't hurt me.."

She walked forward and took the key from his vibrating hands. She had no intention of hurting him but it was best if she let him think that. That way she could escape without having to deal with a civilian who thought he was saving the day. Leaning forward, she unlocked the metal brackets that held the speeder in and flicked on the engine. It purred. It was a beautiful sound that sent a shiver down her spine. Turning back to nod at the owner she walked toward the door and butted it open with the nose of the speeder. Now the fun would begin.

It sank underneath her weight. Revving the engine, she slid the datapad into her belt and sped off through the streets of Theed. The streets were narrow and hard to navigate, but the datapad blaring instructions out to her made it a hell of a lot easier. Una also had the advantage of a small frame. Weight next to nothing it was easier for her to turn the speeder at a moments notice. With the wind blowing through her hair she almost felt like she was back at home again. She was able to block out the noise of destruction and hold back the smell death. She was back on Corellia, racing through the streets with her friends. The sound of laughter filling her ears and her friends voices screaming joyfully behind her. The datapad beeped loudly, disrupting her thought process.

Una pulled the speeder to a halt and slid off it. Her legs felt like jelly. One thing she disliked about speeders was the fact that she always felt weightless after a long ride. She'd take the rest of the journey on foot. According to the datapad she was only a few minutes away. Turning a corner she was met face to face with an OP guard, who almost looked as terrified as she did. Within a second her saber was ignited for the fifth time that day. Her attacker looked afraid. She was there to guard the bottom of the cliff and it was clear she didn't expect to be disturbed. Una took her stance and put on a menacing face. The guard couldn't handle it. Her whole body shook as she pulled out her blaster and took aim. In the blink of an eye Una had called on the force and the blue shine covered her entire hand. The blaster bolt flew toward her and Una raised her limb. It bounced off her palm and once again Una had to whisper a silent thank you to her Master. Everything he had taught her so far had come in use and had saved her life on multiple occasions. The look on the young womans face was one Una knew she would never forget. Her eyes were wide and her hand pressed to the gaping wound in her stomach. Curling up, she fell to the floor and remained motionless. Without even looking back, Una stepped over her body and was met with a glorious sight.

The palace loomed up ahead in all it's glory. The force conceal she had wrapped around her body was long since gone. Anyone who was following her from the beginning would have been bound to lose her the second she faded into non-existence. As far as Una was concerned she didn't exist. To any on looker she was a civilian, standing at the bottom of the cliff that lead up toward the Palace. She figured that most guards would be so focused on protecting the main entrance to the palace that they wouldn't even consider someone scaling the side of the cliff. She cracked her fingers and got on with it. Everyone had to start at the bottom. She clipped her saber to her belt, which hung loosely from her waist. For once in her life she decided that wasn't a good idea. Turning back to face the city once again, she got one last glance at Naboo. Once inside the palace she had no idea if she'd make it out alive. But that was the cost of adventure. Tightening up her belt around her midsection, Una began to scale the giant cliff face.

Her hands were sweaty and the drop was stomach wrenching. Una had only managed to pluck up the courage to look down once. Even from where she was at she could, if she fell she wouldn't survive. Heavy winds were ripping into her body, sending her this way and that. It was a dangerous move and she was ever so grateful for the time spent in the jungle along side Master Syn. It had made her stronger and better as a whole. That seemed to be the only reason why her fingers kept their grip. But she could feel herself slipping. Her arms were getting tired and she wasn't even half way there. Luckily for her the jagged rocks that protruded from the cliff face made for perfect resting spots. And so her journey continued. Five minutes of strenuous climbing. A minute of resting and regaining her strength. Then another five minutes of climbing.

What was in fact no less than an hour felt like days to Una. But she could see the end of her notorious climb. The edge of the cliff was a very much welcomed sight as she threw her hand up to meet the flat, solid land. Una had never been so grateful to see a horizontal floor before. Her elbows shook as she hoisted herself up and pressed her back against the palace wall. The easy bit was over and done with. Now it was time for the difficult parts to begin.

TLDR - Una killed two guards, stole their datapad, pulled up a map. Found a shop that sold speeders. Stole one. Navigated through the city to the palace. Killed a third guard and scaled the cliff of the palace.
 
ALLIES: DEM BEATS
ENEMIES: THOSE WHO ARE NOT G'S
OBJECTIVE: CRANK DAT ISH UP

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QhDiIwF_3g8


Norge was beautiful.

His beauty shone in the form of his g-thang, and you ain't bumpin' with that. His carrot ship streaked through the sky like something his writer could not say on a pg-13 forum. Flames trailed behind its orange, ribbed surface.

The windows had been rolled down as soon as Norge hit atmosphere. He had put on his G-suit to breath and all that jazz. The beats had been g-ed up as soon as he started heading to Theed.

His musical blasted out over the sound of the war. It was so loud, that when the carrot ship landed right smack dab in the middle of Theed, the very earth under it began to vibrate.

Norge had bypassed the shield, because he was flying in a G'ed up carrot, and he was beautiful.

In all truth, the Carrot had crashed. Shields did not make nice with space carrots you see, and its engines had not been g'ed up enough. The carrot had ripped in two as the shield gave it some sweet lovin'. Norge himself would have died, were he not wearing his G-suit. Luckily, the super duper suit of thugnicious star blasters was immune to shields.

Go figure.

Soldiers were fighting or something. Some guy exploded right outside of the carrot. That is, until the sweet beats the carrot was blasting reverbrated through the battlefield. The solders nearby stopped, OP and ASA, and stared.

Norge rolled out of the escape hatch on the side of the carrot. He grumbled a string of curses as he fell down into the gravel...stuff. Whatever.

"Gotta get that booty..."

Our hero stumbled up to his feet just as the beats died down. The carrot exploded in a fiery ball of flames; casting the sex god that was Norge in a holy red light.

The soldiers stared. He was beautiful.

Norge turned off toward Theed's palace, and began to waddle. Ain't nobody stopping Norge.

"Hold on whoo-hah."
 
NPC Location: Outskirts of Theed
Allies: ASA & Allies: @HWD-001 "Prime", [member="Gravesen Conclave"], [member="Una Gal"]
Enemies: OP & Allies
Objective: Contact Infiltration Units. Order them to capitalize on their area.



"Patch me to our boys on the inside, over," came the rather tired voice of the surviving Platoon Commander.

"Copy that." There was static. "Com open, Commander."

Communications opened to the infiltration units that moved past the second breach.

"Authority," Garret held steady to the com, watching the city from afar by means of binoculars held by his other hand. "This is Commander Shepard Garret. Blow that palace to kingdom come, tear down the remainder of the walls from the inside and immobilize any craft in the area. "

The very foundation in which housed the royalty had been chipped at and he had planned to do it again and again; as many times as necessary to relieve the cliff side of its burden. That was before they gained entrance to Theed. Now, a greater opportunity presented itself. Were he not stuck holding a position, he'd have done it himself. As it were, he couldn't without risking a position they'd secured, nor without making another path to get there. That would take too much time. Time that was not on either side. "Keep me posted on the objective, Garret out."


Men and droids alike were in the cover of the trees, sniper rifles equipped, protecting the border of the very small section of land they had 'won'. It would not be for long, they all knew, but for now it gave him time to think upon the revenge and the many ways to acquire it.
 

VlPER

Victory is mine!
Viper stared down the stranger for a moment but then heard Felicity's plea. He gave a small nod. Ignoring with the best of his ability, the searing pain in his shoulder. He backed into his ship once more. Never taking his eyes off the newcomer. "Alright Corvus. Close it up and get us out of here!" He said telepathically to his friend.

The door closed and only then did he turn away and lower his defense. Blood loss was finally starting to get to him. He turned toward Felicity and with a friendly smile, gave a small bow. As he did, Viper stumbled forward half a step. Trying to shake off the dizziness once again overwhelming him, he said,"Good to finally meet you. I'm glad you're safe."

The rumble of the ship was clear evidence that Corvus had gotten Viper's message. Relief set in on Viper as he could feel them lift off. "Excuse me...but I must sit." He barely finished and more so fell to the floor than actually sat down. It was then one of the nearby medical droids floated over and began to inspect the shoulder wound. "So you get any good footage?"

[member="Felicity Mason"]
[member="Corvus Raaf"]
[member="Una Gal"]
[member="Gravesen Conclave"]
 
Raziel had never felt a consciousness quite like this before. As an apex predator far beyond anything else in the darkness below Naboo’s oceans it had no evolutionary requirement for fear. To touch on something that was so directly connected to its immediate needs, and completely devoid of any concern for its safety was bizarre.

The great creature propelled itself forwards and snapped its jaws at a passing Trident ship. The sleek craft accelerated away from it. The group was maintaining radio silence, so it was every ship for itself as the monster followed them.

It didn’t seem to be in a particular hurry, it cruised after them and appraised the convey. Raziel opened his eyes and looked at a monitor showing the exterior. For the second time that day, Raziel felt a powerful fear building inside him.
 
Location: Right back where i started, the Palace because retcon.

Solan had never left the palace, infact he was having wounded and civilians brought there as it was the safest place in the city, using what commands he had over OP soldiers to help civilians if it didn't jeopardize the safety of their own lives. He knew nothing about what was happening, not even that [member="Una Gal"] was there at the palace, for right now he was working on cauterizing the wound of a man with a ball of flames on his hand, cringing at the sound of him crying out in pain. In the time he had trained with [member="Feena Mason"] he had found out what she meant about blood on his hands night and day. Even though he didn't use that training on this man, the thick, warm, iron rich substance covered him, covered his hands, even if it truly wasn't actually there. "Its ok, sleep now, your leg will be fine..." He hated war, but now he could do something good during it, he could heal while others fought.
 

General Mayhem

Behold my Conquest!
Location: Otoh Gunga Bongameken Cooperative Hangar 12.


Allies: Aquatic droids, time, [member="Rhoujen"]


Plan: Save the last with the first before running out of the second.



Mayhem handed off the coordinates to the medical evacuation ship, who quickly complied. The next thign Rhoujen would see befor blacking out yet a gain was a ship-board bacta tank.


"Report on his injuries," Mayhem began coolly. A droid and an organic look to each other, the droid spoke up. "Medical droid MD-48, General. His injuries are critical. Much longer and he would have died. However, there has been severe tissue damage and mutiple varieties of blunt trauma, as well as drowning," he began calmly. "His condition is salvageable, but will liekly require drastic measures to maintain more than simple life support."



"The Authority will ensure his survival. That is your primary objective, Doctor. Bring him to Otoh Gunga, I will release a ship to you for removing him form this planet." Mayhem's order seemed calm and complete, albeit without the usual hints of pomp or menace that were added to her words. Just, tranquil.


"As you wish, General," the Droid replied calmly.


Mayhem chuckled almost whimisically. This could be fascinating. Perhaps she could convince someone in RnD to weaponize Rhoujen further. That'd make for a fine front-line commander. Her insect-like limbs clacked against the floor of the building. Soon, she'd get a valuable asset off-planet and sent to her base of operations. Soon, she'd teach these fools what true power looked like.
 

Prime

Guest
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Location: Theed. Spaceport.
Enemies: OP
Allies: ASA
Objective: Destroy ships.
Current Program: Hunter-Killer. Locate Spaceport. Blow things up.

Without direction, the Hydra War Droid known as Prime was moving without any purpose. Hunter-Killer mode was pretty demanding, and there was a fluke that prevented the unit from breaking out. Potentially the droid was in love with causing bloodshed of fleshlings.

And maybe in love with General Mayhem, should the pair meet.

Still, Prime was doing its best to chase down the ones that were not doing their job. Perhaps it should get a job from battlefield internal affairs and chase down and eliminate deserters. Of any side. Just deserters.

And civilians.

And turn them into silly hats.

But then ShepardGarret-Commander came over the comlink. That was an order. Palace and spaceport. The unit did have a download of the planet and the city of Theed for this operation. It was near the spaceport.

“Copy, Garret Commander. Hydra Unit Zed-Zed-One will head to Spaceport. Direct other units there. We will scrap the ships.” The unit sent out a non-verbal command to the closest Clankers to its unit that were not engaged in combat. They were going to report to its location.

This created a unit of 30 Clankers and Prime. That would have to be enough. Directing the force down the road, they were met with minimal resistance until they got within the klick of the spaceport.

“Cover!” Prime ordered as it dove with several clankers behind the conveniently placed waist high walls. Taking the Ripper into its hand, and peering over the wall, Prime took shots at the troopers it could target. Motioning for a fireteam of Clankers to move ahead. When the Omega soldiers started firing on them, Prime and the fire team around him opened fire. Some of the newer Clankers to its group threw grenades.

Grenades.

Prime would need to request grenades.

So much destruction.

Lovely, fiery destruction.

Pulling into cover again as fire was returning, the droid stoop up, after pulling an assault rifle from one of the Clankers and opened fire. “Move!” It made the order so that any friendly fleshlings would hear as well.

The spaceport was right there. Approaching the next cover area, the unit made a motion to push the group Clankers forward. And they did. Moving without any self-preservation hardware of the greater droid units, the Clankers started to overwhelm the defenders, but not without their own substantial losses. They were hardware, the software was eternal.

Software carried on.

“This is Prime. We could use assistance on our location.”
 

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