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

[HK-36]

//Consider this to be a post by [member="Ghorumgash Khazund-Veranum"], my Space Dwarf character with Omega Protectorate//


Location: Otoh Gunga
Objective: Reassure the Gungan Populations and Provide Protectoration (It's a word now) Against CIS Revengence
Allies: Gungans, The Iron Company
Enemies: CIS, [member="Rahvin Talith"], [member="Ilyena Talith"]
Musical Selection: Lean On Me by Bill Withers


As the battle begun to start and the battlefields would draw themselves upon the green, luscious surface of Naboo,

Ghor along with a squad of Greycloak guards sent to aid in the battle by the Iron Company were strolling one of the Otoh Gunga streets under heavy escort of both Protectorate and Gungan guards as he continued his talks with the Gungan leadership.

"Weesa be thanka-you for coming ta here ta help us, Bombad Khazund Warriar."

The Space-Dwarf nodded slightly to the fattened Gungan Boss,

"Aye, it be the duty for which Oy 'ave taken me oaths, Oy be bound by honor ta fulfill it."

The Gungan shook his head, blubbering and spitting a bit to the sides, apparently they tended to do that,

"It's-a be good code ta follow, wesa nata be knowing mercaneries'a have concept of honor, it's a be bombad surprise."

Once again the droid would nod to the Gungan,

"Oy suppose Oy be a moore gentle specimen, hoh!"

"Wesa see that."



I say, punching that fellow would be a rather splendid activity,

The Khazund thought to himself as he glanced about the underwater formation,

"Ye be so sure, it be wise ta not evacuate yer population? Tha battlefield could draw near, aye?"

The Gungan shook his head once more,

"This-a city be keepin' us safe for millenniums, it will-na betray us now, weesa be strongest underwater, bombad mistake it would be to come and face us on our own territory, secret as it may be."

Ghor would look to the Gungan, snapping from the inspection of the Otoh Gunga structure,

"It will naught stay secret ferever, Oy recon ye should still begin evacuation an' enforce yer positions in tha city."

"But I told yousa, wesa be-"

"Oy insist."

The dwarf shaman cut the Gungan off with a slower wave of his broad hand, gently pushing the thought into Gungan's mind with a simple application of a basic mind trick, just enough to keep things moving without further need for discussion and argument. The dwarf was one of those hot-blooded fellows, he would rather get things done while he had the chance rather than stand around and talk.

The Gungan nodded, bewildered slightly, as he looked blankly at the dwarf, the basic mind-trick making its mark in his thoughts.

"Then it will be sa, we shall-a begin the evacuation and enforce our positions."


Ghor nodded, satisfied that he prevented a horrible strategic mistake, at least if a larger force would hit the Gungan City, he was not sure if one, or anyone, was heading towards the underwater metropolis. He would look over the structures of the Gungan City and the surrounding underwater depths,

"Oy sure 'ope Oy will naught 'ave ta fight anybody taday."

The stout warrior quipped to himself,

"Oy be ta old fer that poodoo."

 

[The Dark Templar]

Location: Theed Palace
Objective: Show his support, Protect the Queen
Allies: OP and Naboo, [member="Vorhi Alestrani"], [member="Feena Mason"],
Enemies: CIS, [member="Ket Van Derveld"],
Musical Selection: Another Day In Paradise by Phil Collins

"Prepare yourselves. This will be interesting, to say the least...."

"I'll say."

The voice of the hardened, aging Guildmaster would come up from behind them, soon followed by the clanking of his heavy armor as he moved to join them, the arsenal of ranged and melee weapons hung off of his belt, both Protectorate and Confederate, old toys and trinkets he kept as souvenirs from his days of helping the faction grow and carve its territory.

Since then he became disgusted of what became with the Confederacy, cutting off ties between it and the Bounty Hunting Guild, to finally show his open resistance of the faction and their attempts to spread their power.


Anyway, the Guildmaster would give a bow towards Feena and Vorhi, along with any guards that would be in their current presence, the fully armored man, clad in the dark spikey armor of Sauron, was accompanied by two canine MUTT droids the Confederacy once used long ago.

"The Guildmaster of the Bounty Hunting Guild, here to hopefully score a nice payload off of those Fed bastards."

He would quip to his hosts as he glanced towards Theed from one of the nearby windows,

"Any news on their movements, by any chance?"

 

[Noah Corek]

Objective: Ha! Bombs Really?
Location: Swamps
Allies: OP, Jedi and [member="Ventasia Terana"]
Enemies: CIS ASA, Sith, [member="Freanne"] [member="Salem Norongachi"]
Noah wasn't a idiot, he wouldn't have so many bases in the swamp and stuck together without a way to defend against bombers and strafing runs by fighters. As soon as the bombers came within a kilometer of the bases, the soldiers deployed their anti-air defenses, twenty Omega SAM Turrets, they opened up on the incoming bombers and destroying ninety percent of them, though some still got through to hit some of the heavy armor. Of course it didn't matter, the heavy armor didn't have anyone in it and was merely a distraction, the real threat to the Feds would be revealed soon.

 

[The Upright Man]

(My brother invited me to join, if I do something wrong please let me know)

Objective: Bolster defences
Location: Theed
Allies: Omega Protectorate
Enemies: Authority


An M47 landed in the city square of Theed, capital city of Naboo, followed by twelve others. Marines began unloading from the blood tray, sprawling out into the city. Local militia forces greeted them. Sergeant Wolfe stepped out from the back of the M47, resting a Mk.1 rifle on his shoulder, wearing his Mk II/S battle armour, but that of a helmet, in its steed he wore a military cap. He began to walk around, noting the soldiers stationed in windows, E-Web heavy repeating blasters ready to welcome any forces that dare to read a foot into the city. He glanced over his shoulder to his platoon, "You won't get to shoot anything if you sit around all day, move it, marines."

 

[Salem Norongachi]

Objective: Learn that trick from [member="Noah Corek"], hopefully before he's atomized.

As it took so long and required heavy equipment to move and position each SAM turret, the deployment had to have been sloppy at best and a squadron leader had to wonder, as he blew half a walker away, why [member="Noah Corek"] hadn't deployed these as soon as he knew the attack above had begun.

The air defenses had hit the tail end of the first wave, minor casualties, and the second were cheap and replaceable droid bombers that swarmed over the base. Lasers firing, bombs dropping, as their droid brains acquired the magically appearing SAM Turrets and turned them to slag even as half their number were taken down. The air was clear again, the bombing resumed with renewed intensity. Orders came down from above, carpet bomb the entire area and so they did. Proton explosions and laser fire shattering man and machine alike, making the already unstable ground that much more so and the heavy machines began to sink, the very swamp in which they hid ready to swallow them whole. The only silver lining was that the ASA bombers might turn that swamp into a crater before then.

 

[Keter]

Location: Theed
Objective: Join his wife.
Allies: [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Feena Mason"]

The Inferno Duo slowed as it reached it's destination. The great palace of Naboo. Keter's face showed no emotion as he guided the ship over to the edge of the river, making it hover in place as he got out of his seat and ran outside. The armour Barnabus had given him was bulkier than his usual clothing, but he knew there was every chance he would end up needing it, just like the weapons he had swiftly collected before leaving. Sabers in hand, he leapt from the ship onto the streets of Theed, feeling...something.

He had never been a student of the Force like Feena. His own abilities had never even been a match for hers. But he recognised the traces of her in whatever was going on. The air was almost humming, a living entity responding to the intruders on the planet. He darted forwards in a flat run, letting his ship gently sink into the river. He could retrieve it later, if there was a later. Helmet off, his red eyes blazing, he swept like a shadow through the streets towards the palace.

Checkpoints, defence lines and improvised bunkers lay scattered in his path but he paid them no mind. The soldiers stationed in the palace knew the Queen's consort, and made no move to challenge him as he swept past them, running towards where he just knew his wife was. The tower. The Queen in her tower. How fitting.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: Theed Spaceport
Allies: OP
Enemies: ASA
Objective: Jedi save the queen....and family

Corvus reflected on the recent events. It seemed like only seconds ago she was sparring with a fellow Padawan and now she was in a warzone.

Of course she tried to talk him out of coming here, but when she realised it was to no avail, she quickly decided that letting him come alone was not an option. So she’d fired off a quick message to Master [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] – explaining that she was merely accompanying VIPER – and was, under no circumstances going to engage in combat. She was merely watching his back and trying to calm him before he ran into something bigger than him.

VIPER had an excuse for coming. He was known to be rash. Corvus had no such alibi. The trouble was, she reflected, you can take the girl out of Corellia but you can’t take the Corellian out of the girl.

So far they’d avoided the enemy fleet and landed unscathed. She could see in his eyes how much this planet means to him and she wondered how she’d feel if the roles were reversed. The Jedi in her would say she would feel no different to now. The Order were about bringing peace and looking out for the weak. But she wondered none the less.

Corvus had sat helpless as VIPER was able to manage all of the controls. She wanted to meditate but felt she should be in the here and now for her fellow Padawan.

The sight of a full-scale invasion was different to how Corvus expected. She’d seen plenty on the holocrons but they were records. Cold and impassive. Now she could literally feel people dying as the Force reminded her about what being a Jedi was all about.

Suddenly VIPER was in the thick of the action. He was a decent pilot but he was one against many.

And then came the message. Corvus had insufficient Force knowledge to know if the person at the end of the communication was genuine or not. Her senses told her nothing. And of course, VIPER took that moment to ask her advice.

“A trap? Maybe?” It was a weak response but a genuine one. In the absence of facts, logic kicked in as it always did. “But ask yourself, what would be worse. We die in a trap or the Queen dies because we didn't want to risk it?”

 

[Noah Corek]

Objective: Deploy the Trap
Location: Swamps
Allies: OP, Jedi and [member="Ventasia Terana"]
Enemies: CIS ASA, Sith, [member="Freanne"] [member="Salem Norongachi"]
There would need to be a pause between waves of bombers and Noah intended to use that pause to deploy his trap. He had planned on drawing the enemy in before deploying, as to maximize the casualties, but like always, no plan ever survived first contact. "We'll talk later. Hop on!" Noah informed Ventasia as he hopped on her speeder, taking a nearby power lance. He started up the K-105 lancer bike and sped off, this was a signal to every other lancer to follow. At first, Noah and Ventasia seemed like a easy target as they exited the swamp, but behind them came the 2,500 Omega Pyre soldiers, each on a 105-K and carrying a power lance, but even they were just the tip of the spear, behind them came the 7,500 soldiers of the ODF 7th Lancer Regiment, each of them on a speeder bike and carrying a power lance as well, all of them part of the largest lance charge the galaxy had ever seen in recorded history. Traveling at over 400 kilometers a hour, the massive line of lancers was within the ranks of the Feds within seconds, this did two things, one was that it made for one hell of a blood bath and two because of the close proximity of the of the OP and Fed forces, bombs and strafing runs would kill their own troops as well.

 

[General Mayhem]

(OOC: Knight, if I misread your post and your not a giant seam monster, lemme know and I'll edit.)


Mayhem made an annoyed whirring sound as the transport lumbered down towards the ocean. Anti-air batteries began to assault the ship. Good. Exactly what she had hoped for. A crash landing. Right above Otoh Gunga. All the fun.


"Madam General, we're on a collision course," the pilot droid said, a slight tone of worry. "I can't pull up."

"Understood," Mayhem retored from within her transport. "Relase all docking clamps on trasports. preapre to deploy in twenty seconds."

"Roger Roger, Ma'am," the doir siad activating the docks as requested. The ship oopened it's bay doors, colliding with the Nubian Ocean much like a giant durasteel brick, but slowing down and lending it's inertia to the Trident class transports, jetting towards towards the sphere with all due haste.


Mayhem sat inside her transport, taking space normally reserved for a dozen clankers. Now it was time to hit them, and hard. Wait a picosecond, what was on there radar? Some sort of giant creature? Should have known, this ocean's full of hazardous fauna. "Maintain evasive fan formation, encircle the beat before descending," the General ordered. "The damned thing can't hit all of us."


With that, the twenty squids began their descent, each hoping to bypass the monstrosity and get to the city.




@HK-47 [member="Knight"]

 

[Salem Norongachi]

Objective: Foil [member="Noah Corek"] 's trap

As the ground forces had only barely begun to deploy, the first ships of the main invasion force only having touched down moments before, what these mounted soldiers would find was that there was very little in the way of soft targets to hit. Whatever possessed a commander to deploy at high speed, in such numbers thus reducing maneuverability of the entire unit, was beyond comprehension especially across an open plain, with fighter, bomber and drop ships all faster and more than capable of wiping them from existence as soon as they broke from the tree cover, which had been blasted to high hell seconds before.

The grounded transports, detecting the sudden presence of 10,000 enemy combatants, activated their more than adequate defensive weaponry. Panels on the sides sliding down, for those orientated that way, and spewed lasered death toward the speeders while those facing the oncoming antiquated charge unleashed hell in the form of twin tri-laser cannons. The under estimation of the speed and response time of fighters, notably interceptors, was clear. The speeders had barely crested the first hill on their suicidal death run toward the ASA ships when they found themselves in a devastating light show, the ground exploding all around them, bikes twisted and mangled themselves as their drivers lost control with dirt and debris from impacts obscuring their vision. Others, unable to evade due to their comrades on either side, in front and behind, could do little as bolts of energy ripped their very make up apart.

Transports that were roaring overhead, making for the same LZ as the lancers, let loose with concussion missiles into the rapidly dwindling cavalrymen. The tactic may have made for a heroic display but it had died with Dooku and the men who had been ordered first to sit and wait as their flimsy cover in the swamps was glassed and then forced into a forward charge against an enemy who had barely deployed with air support only a moment away, might wonder just what the hell they were dying for.

Those who were unfortunate enough to meet the deadly lance of what remained of the attackers did indeed find death, they smashed into their lines, as hastily constructed as they were, and killed ASA soldiers by the score but they were not enough and by the time those lancers who remained turned for another pass they soon found themselves staring down the barrels of hundreds of rifles, pistols and laser emplacements all in the hands of highly trained, extremely pissed off, soldiers that did not hesitate to open fire upon them.

 

[Prime]

Allies: System Authority and allies......
Enemy: Omega Protectorate and allies.....
Objective: Download mission parameters,await deployment....
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The new operation was to declare the HYDRA line fit for combat. That was the last thing that Creator Xi Char had spoken of before the shut down. It wasn’t a full shut down, merely a power down and energy conservation for deployment. Sitting in the rack, folded in the cargo space of the Onith Class Transport, Prime, the first HYDRA War Droid to be tested, created and, now, deployed, was having maps of Theed, the Gungan villages, and designation of comrades downloaded into its central processor.

The battle was taking place in several locales across Naboo. Prime, as this unit had started calling itself, due in no small part to the Xi Char stating that it was the first, the prime example of this experimental line. It wasn’t until the deal with Santhe Corp that Haor Chall had the expertise and equipment to take down such an undertaking.
It still wasn’t complete, however, and Prime, should he survive the day, was going to need to go back in for a retrofit. Part of the HYDRA droid program was to create a droid that was able to command a squad of droids as a central combat hub. Prime was not calibrated for that and would instead be commanding droids the old fashioned way, verbal commands.

Prime was experiencing a bit of displeasure to this concept.

Well,it would, should it be turned on before the landing. The download was complete, and the Onith Class Shuttle was being flown by one of the Technate’s top pilots. That was to ensure it would follow [member="Salem Norongachi"]’s drop ship through the flak and deploy the new unit for live-fire testing. In the hold were its two preferred weapons.

Yes, this droid favored certain weapons, including BlasTech’s “Reclaimer” and “Ripper” blasters. As with all units, the left forearm contained an arc welder, not that this unit was going to be doing repairs, however it could be useful for repairing fallen comrades, both organic and inorganic. The matching arm had the flamethrower, a tool for causing a lot of destruction shortly.

Once the ship touches down, and Norongachi-Marshall ordered deployment, this unit would be activated. To conserve battery.

 

[Salem Norongachi]

The Transport, Aflame a small distance from the main LZ.

It wasn't the pain that came to him first, no that came later and with vengeance, it was the noise. The sound of men screaming, crying, as their restraints had snapped and they had been slammed into unforgiving metal. Bones, broken and jagged, broke through skin and blood...blood was everywhere.

The force of impact, even with his attempts to better shield the ship, had caused some to snap their necks as they were whipped forward and then back violently. A whole section of the transports side was gone, the door that had lead to the cockpit area was simply a gaping hole to the outside. Dazed, groggy, vision swimming and body wracked with pain from crown to toes Norongachi pulled with shaking hands at his harness. The release clasp gave way under his fumbling as he heaved a breath inside his armour, casting a gaze around at what remained of the transports occupants.

"Get up..." His voice was a croak. "Get up!" He repeated to his men, more forceful, all too aware that they were sitting ducks in this metal coffin. "Get up and get moving soldiers! MOVE!" He grabbed one soldier after another, yanking them to their feet and shoving them toward the open front of the ship. He stumbled, staggering backwards until he caught himself with one hand against his weapons rack. He turned to [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] as he pulled the rifle from it and offered her a hand, blood forging a trail down his unseen face.

 

[Una Gal]

Her head rattled in her skull. It didn't take asking twice for Una to throw her head back against the seat. The belt came around her waist with a satisfying click. It felt pointless, as they began to make their decent at a rapid pace, for them to die landing. Never mind fighting in the battle. Doing everything in her power to distract herself from the rattling of the metal and the intense heat is the temperature inside the shuttle began to raise quickly, she closed her eyes. But that made it even worse. She made a mental note to kill Gravy if they both survived this. Rather than focus on the beautiful art that could potentially come from this devastating crash, Una decided to focus on what a short life she had lived thus far.

Her stomach rose into her chest as they began to drop straight down, it was a sickening sensation that made her cry out. Though it wasn't heard over the roar of the flames that licked their way across the body of their vessel.

[member="Gravesen Conclave"]

 

[VlPER]

Location: Theed Spaceport
Allies: OP, Jedi
Enemies: ASA
Objective: Permission to extract?

It was a rather grim way of looking at the situation. How Corvus put it, that is. Still, again she wasn't wrong. "We'll see. I left a little trap of my own in my message to her. Only time will tell now if she is a fraud or not. Actually you know what I am surprised more so about? I'm surprised we haven't heard from any other Jedi. You think we are the only ones who bothered to show up to this fight? I mean other than the Queen herself that is? I get that this is Omega Protectorate territory...but it seems like more allies would have come." He let his voice trail off as he pondered the question a bit more.

Viper and Corvus didn't have to wait long when Felicity responded. He couldn't help but let out a chortle when she called him "Mighty Space Wizard". "If only she knew how far that was from the truth." What he focused on though was most relieving. There was only one other way to be sure of who it was they were dealing with. "Come, follow me!" He said grabbing hold of Corvus wrist and giving a tug as he dashed toward a small repulsor lift in the back of the cockpit. "Going up!" Once they were both inside the lift, the door close and sent them on their way.

The opening door revealed a sophisticated holotransceiver, surrounded by a round table. And hollowed out in the center to make room for the transceiver display. On the opposite wall next to the repulsorlift they were now exiting, lay a couple control stations for the communication array. Viper now quickly made his way over to it. His trained fingers dancing across the control panel as if he had been doing this for decades. Well it wasn't far from the truth. Though in all likelihood, Corvus still probably thought he was just a human not more than a few years older than she at best. Viper wouldn't reveal just yet, that although young for a Shi'ido at 77 and still young in mind, he was not all that he appeared to be on the outside.

Finished with his task at the tranceiver control panel, he walked over to the holotranceiver display and push a couple chairs out of the way. Thus making enough room for he and Corvus. Viper didn't know why, but he felt that standing would somehow seem more appropriate when they were to contact [member="Felicity Mason"] .

A moment later on Felicity's comm device, a small holo of both he and [member="Corvus Raaf"] . Now getting to see the young woman's face for himself he gave the slightest of smirks. Using his species telepathic abilities, he sent a quick heads up to Corvus. "It is Felicity. She is the Queen's daughter." He hoped Corvus would simply believe the most logical reason of his being in her head suddenly was his using the force to send the message. The truth was, however, that he had not trained in that at this point. A fact he was now chastising himself for. He really need to look into other abilities outside of combat techniques and the occasional glance at healing.

Focusing back on the situation, he gave a respectful bow to young woman on the other end. "Felicity. I know how our government works. It was merely a test to see if you really were who you said you were." He said with a smirk. "Though on the topic of titles, let us please dispense with that "mighty space wizard" bit if you could. My name is Viper, and this is Corvus. We---" His head shot to the outside of his ship to look for the location of the sudden rumbling in the distance.

"Hmm." He thought to himself quickly. "That first wave must have just been to probe our lines. Seems like a hell of waste of battle droids and troops. But in the end, looks like the main attack is here." Turning back to the holotranceiver, a more serious and concerned look had spread over his face. "Felicity. We can help to keep you apprised...but that wouldn't do our troops much good. Besides, if you're not with your mother and host of guards, I'd advise getting you out of there. The fight sounds like it is heading your way. If you are captured, you could be used as a bargaining chip against your mother. With your permission,I can bring my ship in to the royal docking bays to retrieve you."

Viper again winced to himself at his word usage. "Or at least allow us to come offer you some kind of protection."

[member="Feena Mason"] Aaralyn Rekali

 

[Prime]

There were sirens blaring as the Onith Class transport had taken flak, the pilot was keeping the ship behind the ones that were designated ‘non-precious cargo’, apparently the Xi Char had programmed contacts on the IFF based on their level of importance. The transports carrying the likes of @Anesia Jy’Vun and [member="Salem Norongachi"], as well as many others were marked ‘precious cargo’ while the ships carrying red shirts didn’t get that friendly of a marking.

The pilot had kept the ship in a relative safe zone, catching flak that had depleted the shields and was starting to destroy hull integretaty. Seeing the ship that had been carrying the Lord Marshall having crashed, the pilot of the Onith carrying Prime was switching from throttle, and afterburners, to repulsorlifts, and getting below the AA fire. As the craft was deploying its landing feet, the order went to awaken the unit within its hold.

Of course, there was a dozen Clankers with HYDRA War Droid. They were all coming online.


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HWD-001 Designation: Prime
Status: Active

The 2 meter tall war droid powered up, it’s white eye flickering on as it stood to its full height and collected the weapons from the rack. The accompanying Clankers were following suit as the boarding ramp was deployed.

Objective: Make Contact with Lord Marshall.

Prime had acknowledged the order and carried its weapons down the boarding ramp, flanked by the Clankers. It was going to need to give verbal commands, based on an algorithm created from the organic plan and the orders downloaded into the unit. The Ripper was kept in the unit’s left hand while the Reclaimer was now magnetized to the unit’s back. Scanning the area, the droid was watching for fire, but focusing on the VIPs it was supposed to be working alongside.

 

[HWD-002]

The Onith-class Shuttle dove in and out of incoming fire, but even such movements was not enough. The enemy had their heels in the ground and they weren't giving an inch. The pilot, an FA-4 pilot droid unit didn't have the combat-analysis software to counter all the Anti-Aircraft fire. Its systems decided the best functionality was to land sooner rather than later, before they got blown to smithereens. Landing gears began to unfold out from the belly of the beast. Engines died as the roar of repulsorlifts filled the air. Nearby another Onith-class Shuttle was landing. A signal transmitted into the cargo hold of the shuttle, activating a series of droids. A Hydra War Droid, and it's platoon of twenty five, including himself. The other droids were CS/BX-04 "Clanker" Battle Droids.

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HWD-002 Designation: Ancillary
Status: Active

The two meter tall Hydra War Droid awoke from its slumber. Systems slowly churned, powering up. Three piercing crimson eyes glared out across the hold, accompanied by the responding twenty-four other pairs of cybernetic eyes. They stood as one. A resounding thump. They turned as a single cohesive battle unit, reaching out for the racks, retrieving their weapons. The rear ramp lowered, and they turned sharply once more.

Objective: Make contact with Lord Marshall.

Ancillary stood at the back, droids beginning to march out in sequence with one another. The moment they stood in the open, they were met with immediate blaster fire, and thus it was returned. Cybernetic eyes calculated, ordering, analysing the combat situation. Droids began to fan out with the raise of Ancillary's free hand. Ancillary stepped out into the opening. A BTI-LRBR sat comfortably in the Hydra War Droids hands, marching towards Prime, senior officer. His platoon of now eighteen followed in pursuit.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Location: Theed Spaceport
Allies: OP, Jedi
Enemies: ASA
Objective: Permission to extract?

Corvus wondered what trap VIPER had set but she didn’t have long to think before Felicity responsed. ”Mighty Space Wizard. I’ll have to remember that for later.” She did her best to suppress a grin.

Then he literally dragged her to the communication array. She didn’t pretend she knew what he was doing as he punched in data. He was clearly finished with the task

As he then moved to the holotranceiver display. Taking her cue she stood next to him, smoothing the hem of her robes with the palms of her hands. Something was about to happen.

In fact two things happened. Firstly she saw the image of a young woman's face. Felicity? And then VIPER was in her head. She wasn’t sure if he was telepathic or using the Force, but she did her best to act as if nothing was happening. ’The Queen’s daughter? OK.’ Corvus had no idea if he could hear her thoughts – or for that matter if he’d been listening before. She made a mental note to remember that for later too!

Following his lead, she gave her standard respectful bow – as if addressing a Jedi Master. She listened to his conversation and hoped her face gave nothing away. Once the comms had ended, she didn’t wait to see if he could hear her thoughts.

“It’s a rescue mission now? I could be wrong but the Royal docking bays will be the main focus of their attention won’t it?”

And before he had time to react, “Well come on then, are we going there or not?”

That’ll teach him to try to get into her mind – let’s see how long it takes him to work through that logic…

[member="VlPER"]

 

[Feena]

So many voices. So much noise. They were trying to talk to her. Trying to get her attention. But she was already in deep. She was digging deep into herself now, pushing her will out to everyone. To those familiar with the light of the Force, they would know what this was. They would understand the effects of battle meditation. It would effect everyone, in one way or another. The invaders would certainly feel it's effects, strong and sure, but not in the way they may have hoped. She was splitting her attention, building up her people, holding them high, while at the same time, working to tear down the very will of those who dared intrude on their peace.

Like a light in the dark, the Queen could feel his presence. Someone she loved dearly. He was coming to her. It fed her power, warming her heart. He made her only that much stronger. She did not pay mind to the approaching danger. Danger was all around her all the time! It meant nothing that people wanted to kill her. Killing was easy.
But those that came to help her meant everything. That was hard to do. To put yourself in harms way for another, sacrifice for them, bleed for them, die for them. It was love, pure and simple. And Feenarah returned that love to them all. To everyone that was there to help. She loved them all.

 

[Freanne]

Location: Swamp
Allies: ASA, [member="Salem Norongachi"], [member="HWD-002"]
Enemies: OP, [member="Noah Corek"], [member="Ventasia Terana"]

It was hell out their, bombers had come over soften the enemy up. They got shot pieces, by AA guns then they where destroyed. Then bombers came over again, the swamp was becoming a quagmire. Even moving around was become difficult, though parts of the swap where know drying out with heat the explosions. Their defensive position was holding, while they waited for reinforcement`s to come. Then they countered attack, using speed bikers. The question was, which idiot order a cavalry charge, against a line of sharp shooters. They where scout troops picked for the ability to shoot straight, and keep the head down.

The order came, Fire at will, they opened fire on the enemy front line, as they came forward. The rides came off the bikes, the guy behind them crashing into them. What was a counter became carnage, it was almost unbelievable mistake. She was expecting creeping barrage, not cavalry attack. She wonder if they would retreat, before their casualties became to high. As they would never be able to brake the line, of troops that had dug in.

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((Written on my phone. Excuse the bad grammars.))



Objective: Survive
Location: Plains outside Theed/ Killzone
Allies: ASA [member="Una Gal"] [member="Salem Norongachi"]
Enemies: All dem NPCs/OP



...and then the painting was finished.

The drop ship was almost serene as its engines screamed their final death throws. The roar of its powerful engine was silence for eternity, and the crisp crackle of fire: the rattle of the ships's eviscerated durasteel bones, the whine of air passing through holes in its carapace, all became a song foretelling the death of its crew.


The astromech whistled like a kettle left on the heater too long. Gravesen's knuckles would have been white if his skin had any kind of complexion in the first place. The grassy field below was pot marked with flaming wrecks and the sharp orange sparks of fires being born. Had anyone actually landed as intended?


Gravesen was not aware of the crash, in a way. He had slipped into his own mind; daydreaming as the sky fell in under the weight of the war above. He was going to die either way; why not enjoy his last thoughts?


It was the dirt that drew his attention. The nose of the old drop ship dug into the surface of Naboo like a blade searching for a victim's heart. Dirt, red and brown, flew across the outer window of the cockpit. It flew through the cracks in the carapace, and the left wall of the ships was completely sheared away. Sparking conduits and hanging wires were all that stood between the occupants and the force of a few tons of earth.

The aft end of the shuttle shot up toward the sky like an old monument; the loading ramp in the back hanging by two spindly wires from its body. A single turret jutted up from the earth, and swiveled meekly from its axel.

ASA soldiers lay in pieces around the landing zone. Plasma had seared their bodies; explosives he removed their limbs, and the impact of the shuttle had crushed their captain. His remains were pinned under the ships's immense weight, and his blood had intermingled with the dirt to stain the outer viewport of the ship. One might think they had hit some sort of animal at a high speed in the middle of the night if that person were to only look at the windshield.

Within, Gravesen groaned in frustration. Sticky crimson leaked from his nose and dribbled down his chin. It stained his face the way his father's warrior paint had done, and pooled in a small sticky puddle o the floor. His arms were strewn over the controls in odd angles, and blood dripped from a series of small cuts along his right arm. It stung like a di'kut.

"Shab..."

The astromech lay in two separate pieces across the cargo bay of the shuttles. Gravesen turned to see how Una was doing, when something loud smacked against the hull of the ship.


Without standing, the Rattataki accessed the still functioning outer cameras of the ship. Remarkably, the fires had died on impact, and internal damage was limited to the hull only. The cameras, and the operating system for that single turret were working fine.

Gravesen squinted bloodshot eyes at the cam port. A group of the Protectorate defenders were peppering the surrounding positions with heavy fire. To the far right, a man in ASA colors was torn in half by the relentless fire; his armor, though resistant even to lightsabers, was no match for their combined fire.

Gravesen quickly booted up the cannon. It whirred about toward the Protectorate soldiers, and rumbled with power as it sent a volley of azure energy at the defenders. Two solders were reduced to red spots on the hill; the rest quickly retreated behind color.

"You okay, Una?" The Rattataki grunted without taking his eyes off the cam.

He brought a hand up to the hem of his coat, and opened the channel to Salem. "This is Gravesen...my team is oscar mike. Will rendezvous with you as soon as its plausible. The Architects will assist soon."

[member="Una Gal"] \\ [member="Salem Norongachi"]