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

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

Sarge, watching what was unfolding below, furrowed his brow. He'd been told to come here, but it was more than clear he wasn't needed. Frowning a little, he lifted a clenched fist into the air. Moments later, his men began opening fire again on the ASA. It was, seemingly, time to clean up. Waiting for things to be safer for his men, he had them maintain positions for the time being.

No reason to send them into the very environment that was seemingly overwhelming this forward unit. Ain't no way he was advancing into his own artillery fire.
 

VlPER

Victory is mine!
Location: Forest a few miles outside of Theed, Starport side
Allies: OP, Jedi
Enemies: ASA, Sith
Objective: Becoming news reporters!

As he listened to Felicity lay out her simple plan, Viper pondered. "A chance to get hard evidence against ASA out for the whole galaxy to see...what a fantastic idea!" "Felicity. How would you like to get some aerial footage of whats going on? We won't be able to get too close, as the last scrap we were in really tore us apart. I can't risk another close encounter. But you should be able to see something. Besides you can also take footage then of what ASA does to "civilian freighters". Oh! And we have the wounded we are caring for. I'm sure they wouldn't mind advertising the horror ASA brings to the galaxy. What say you to that?"

He waited impatiently. It already sounded like the battle was beginning to die down. Had they won? He wasn't sure. Thinking about it for a split second more, he decided he wanted to head back anyway. He pulled up his datapad and sent a quick message for Corvus to return to the city, the palace more specifically. If Felicity wanted to come, they'd be on their way. If not, Viper still wanted to see if things had actually managed to swing back their way.

[member="Corvus Raaf"]
[member="Felicity Mason"]
 
Location: Theed streets
Enemy: ASA
Allies: OP
Objective: Record


The girl was already looking into her recording equipment, already taking footage.

"Yeah. Let's do that. I want to get a few up-close shots first. I can edit them together when I'm done."

She turned, catching sight of a damaged building, the place where the bridge once stood, and the fighting in the distance. This was dangerous. She could hear shots being fired. She pointed the recorder that way, carefully stepping over rubble, ash. This was what she needed.

"Hey, Space Wiz- I mean, Viper, what's the damage like over there? Do you think we'll still have a Naboo? Even if we do get them out of here?"

She couldn't help but ask. This was her home. Seeing this much damage, this much Naboo blood...
She knew the Queen was feeling it too. It had to be hard for mom to stay up there. It had to be difficult, if not impossible for her not to be down here now. She had to wonder when enough would be enough for her. If she did show herself, that would be the right time for one of their enemies to strike.
The deeper she went into the chaos, she hoped more and more that mom wouldn't show herself until it was finally safe. It seemed like things were calming down now. Victory? Or defeat? Either way, Felicity was just glad that she'd gotten out here to take this footage. This was not going to be forgotten. No matter how they tried to cover it.

[member="VlPER"]
 

EmKay

Well-Known Member
LOCATION: ???
ALLIES: ASA [ [member="Salem Norongachi"] // [member="Marek Starchaser"] ]
ENEMIES: PROTECTORATE [ [member="Jorus Merrill"] // [member="Sarge Potteiger"] ]
OBJECTIVE: LIVE


Everything became a blur. Armour plating shattered, bones cracked, and limbs flew as though Atretes were a rag doll. He barely saw images fly past his airborne tumbling form of his units being mowed down by the Protectorate troops before he landed sharply shoulder-first on the edge of a rooftop. His head whipped from the force of the impact, immediately snapping him from consciousness, and his limp body slid off and fell into the river below. Fragments of his armour fell into the water, sinking uselessly to the bottom as his broken shell left him. The water here ran warm with blood. Some was Protectorate, most was Systems Authority. Any soldiers who saw him merely counted him amongst the dead, and he drifted with the current through Theed, past the chaotic battles, and over the waterfalls to the waiting rivers below.

A sharp crack, mind-numbing pain, and ice cold water woke Atretes. He tried to scream, but got a mouthful of water instead. He struggled to tread water, but his left arm was broken beyond usability. It only floated and wobbled unsettlingly in the water as he flailed for some sort of swimming motion. He was too dazed to focus on the Force at this point, and soon he was dragged back under the water by the relentless power of the river currents churning in the wake of the waterfall. His face dragged along the riverbed. His eyes, wide with terror, were scraped along the bottom and ruined. No longer was it smooth river rock, but shrapnel, debris, and all manner of dangerous things. Atretes tried to gasp, but took in a lungful of water instead as he squirmed against the current. His one good arm clawed at any surface he could take hold in, almost blindly grasping as his senses retook and he could see blearily through the Force. He finally found purchase on a low hanging tree branch and pulled himself upon it.

His mind was fuzzy, his body was sore and broken. He coughed up red-tinged water and hacked up something that felt unpleasant and tasted metallic and sour. His arm trembled in exertion, and he fumbled for his communicator. It was badly damaged, and waterlogged, but he hoped he could get a message through to someone friendly.

"A- [cough] Auth-thorit-t-ty, p-pl...plea- [cough, cough] please... I n-nee... [gasp, sounds of submersion, coughing] can't... h-ho-hold on... m-much longer..." he forced every word out, even as he hacked up more blood and slipped back underwater for a moment, "ri-ver... w-wa-t-t-terffffall..." was all he managed before his arm gave and he slipped back under the waves.

The already patchy transmission went dead in a flow of static, then nothing.

Rhoujen was at the mercy of fate, and his writer's own devious plans for his future.
 
Location: Forest boundrey , Starport side of Theed.

Allies: ASA, Sith

Enemies: OP,Jedi

Objective: Fire


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Elgyn, the killer once known as Maxtor simply smiled.

"Only you can prevent Forrest fires".

With a whistle he slung the flamethrower's tanks over his left shoulder He plucked projection hose from the ground and clicked the switch on the side of the nozzle. As the flame ignited at the weapon's tip a whistle past through the Shi'ido's lips. His arms spread, he called out to the top of the tree line "There was a firefight!!!!". His histrionic yell was echoed by a jet of flame erupting from the weapon in his left hand.

"First the trees." he said aiming the flame with a crisscross motion at the walls of living wood. "Then the shrubberies! All of them!" Laughing, he skipped down the treeline leaving a conflagration in his wake.
 
Boss Baal turned to him, anger and frustration radiating off him. Raziel reached out with the Force, encircling his mind and starting to soothe those emotions.

“Oh yousa gonna pay for what yousa…” he started.

“I’m here to try and help you save Gungan lives,” Raziel said smoothly, cutting the Gungan off before he could build up a head of steam.

“Wha?” Baal replied. Raziel simply waved him towards a seat, which the Gungan took after a moment of deliberation. It was dark and dank down here in the submerged city, but occasionally that darkness was punctuated by a colourful flash. A constant reminder of the aquatic battle ranging around the outskirts of the city.

“This is not your fight,” Raziel said, every word carefully spoken and accompanied by a mental prompt through the Force. “Innocent Gungans are dying out there for no reason at all,”

“Then stop attacking us!” Baal replied.

“Happily,” Raziel retorted, surprising the Gungan boss once again. “We only attacked once you started landing troops and attacked out landing zone,” Raziel lied effortlessly. He carried on mentally caressing the Gungan, making his point easier to swallow. He wasn’t the kind of powerful mentalist that could break down barriers and run amok, but he had a delicate touch and could be very persuasive.

“All we ask is that you…” Raziel paused, pulling the words from the Gungan’s mind. “Fall back to your sacred place and stay there. Keep out of this fight, it isn’t yours.”

“Hmmm,” Boss Baal replied. Raziel saw his eyes shifting back and forth, looking for help. Whilst Raziel kept his calm demeanour, he knew help wasn’t far away. Dangerous as he was, he couldn’t fight a platoon on his own in these conditions, let alone half a Gungan Grand Army.

“Look if the Naboo forces win, then you were forced back and had to protect your own. If the Authority is victorious, then you’ve already started diplomatic negotiations,” Raziel finished the last words with a nod and half smile.

“I see yousa gotta de good point,”

“It’s your call Boss.” Raziel added, silently pleased with himself for playing on Baal’s inflated sense of self-importance, but also aware that he’d simply done so instinctively, reacting to what Baal wanted to hear. Suddenly, a piece of information came to the front of Baal’s mind. Raziel latched onto it, a wide grin forming as he digested it.




OOC/ Not comfortable with making an assumption on what the Gungan Boss decides to do, so leaving vague and moving on...




“You there!” Raziel shouted to a Gungan who was scampering away from him in the Gungan equivalent of a vehicle pool. The poor creature stopped and turned to face them. Raziel took a moment to scan his mind to see if he had the requisite information. The Boss, for all his misgivings had been the stubborn kind. In the end, he had at least drawn a line on betraying the people of Theed.

“You’re coming with us, the Boss says you’re going to lead us through the core and into Theed,”

The Gungan gulped, but Raziel had a complete hold on the weak-willed creature’s mind. A good choice.



OOC/ Anything too contentious, give Nick or me a shout.
 
Location: Space
Enemies: Millions of tonnes of durasteel and the brains contained in [member="Ayden Cater"] ‘s ridiculous hat
Objective: Hold the feth on



“Order RC3 to form up and do everything they can to give the ground troops cover!” Irys ordered across the deck. She watched the holodisplay for the battle intently, aware of what was going on with the Jupitus, but far more concerned with the larger picture.

“If I may suggest that every escort we use covering the ground troops leaves us more vulnerable?” her 2IC offered.

Irys fixed him with a glare. Then the young and cocksure admiral nodded, feigning that she cared about his input. “Commander, today we’re going to need to buy those men on the ground time. We’re going to buy them time with durasteel and blood no matter what. However, that intention doesn’t detract from the fact that we currently have fighters to spare. Pass on the order.”

“Ma’am,” he acknowledged, before turning away. Irys hoped that she’d at least humoured him. She’d never been as good with people as she had been with numbers and formations. The ships of RC3 descended to offer support. Wings upon wings of droid fighters co-ordinated with the firing solutions of the Turtle and Sev’rance classes as they attempted to hold off the swarm of yellow and silver streaks. A squadron of TIE Exalt fighters, and two of bombers continued to chase the Cira-class in the atmosphere.




Another siren blared and the slightest gravitational shift indicated that the inertial dampers were compensating for another impact.

“Another hypervelocity impact. Starboard missile tubes seriously compromised. We’re having to put far too much energy into maintaining shields to charge the Ion Cannon. It’s not going to be ready again,” reported a tactical officer.

The ANS Opening Salvo couldn’t take any more heat. A great section of the outer hull broke apart and reports showed the reactor was critical. She started to open a comm to the vessel’s captain, a particularly short-tempered human called Jared. There was no response. She watched her display as the ANS Opening Salvo locked onto the nearby Nonnah-class and pulled as hard as possible. Sensors shrouded what happened next as the reactor went critical. She’d known the captain was a bitter, vindictive bastard, but she hadn’t expected that.

The Lucrehulk-class ANS Twitchy Trigger Finger was more fortunate. However, she was now close to dead in space. She had some weapons and limited shields, but she was stuck on her current vector that would slowly take her out of the field.

“Signal analytics, tell them to work out if we’ll need additional carriers if we need to retreat. Signal command if so. Get some shuttles out around the capital ships that are now, triple check that they’ve got MedEvac IFF signals active!




Are we ready for manoeuvre Besh six?” she called.

“Yes, Ma’am!”

“Do it!”

She watched the readout, finally focussing on her immediate vicinity. The Indomitable-class Star Defender started radiating on all kinds of wavebands as its shields were pummelled at close range by the Jupitus. At this distance it was nigh on impossible for the ship to maintain a lock with its javelin’s, but it returned fire with its reasonable complement of heavy turbolasers. The patter of constant fire from the Jupitus faded out. The it was replaced by one full on battery from the heavy turbolasers, then another from the ion cannons. Finally she fired all functional heavy missile tubes.

That wasn’t all, approaching in her wake, shielded by her, came a pair of scythes, and a formation of fighters and bombers. They followed the Jupitus’ concentrated barrage and engaged to heavy star destroyer at close range. One of the Scythe’s was unfortunate enough to fly through the paths of several energy torpedos and she immediately lost shields.

Irys watched all this, but her eyes turned back to the bigger picture. They had to hold for the troops on the ground, but they weren’t being stupid about it. Her formations were working well and using their increased manoeuvrability to pick their battles. The loss of her command ships was actually much more apparently in the loss of leadership, than the materiel that had been destroyed. Those formations were responding more slowly than they had been.

Finally her eyes turned to the FLEETCOM station. She was confident the Jupitus could win her current battle, and go toe-to-toe with the big station. The problem was the Spirit. She looked at how close the behemoth was to the FLEETCOM before making her next decision.






Fleet

Formations:
Rapid Destroyer 2 (RD1, RD2)
Destroyer 3 (D1, D2, D3)
Rapid Cover Screen 3 (RC1, RC2, RC3)
Command 1 (C1)
Patrol 1 (P1)
Planetary assault 2 (PA1, PA2)
Carrier Formation 3 (CF1, CF2, CF3)
Super Heavy 1 (SH1)

Additional Vessels (counted in 85km):
Monitor 2
Thrawn 2
Interdictine 1
Argente 2


Total Vessels:
Jupitus 1
Lucrehulk 2
Grevious 2
Gunray 1
Tambor 8
Pillar 8
Contentio 15
Argente 6
Scythe 8
Broadside 2
Krell 8
Scintel 8
Sev'rance/a 42
Sev'rance/b 3
Tu/a 25
Tu/b 5
Wodantra 6
Sickle 22
Ventress 12
Monitor 2
Thrawn 2
Interdictine 1


“Operation hide behind New Order junk”
Additional fluff vessels:
Demilitarised Leviathan-class Frigates (400m) 20
Demilitarised New Order/Horde Heavy Cruisers/Cruisers 40

Fighters:
Gunboats (mix of Tikkes and Arcturus) 508
Droid Starfighters 3012
Fighters 288
Elite Fighters 24
Droid Interceptors 1976
Interceptors 242
Droid Bomber 872
Bomber 384


Navy Manifest (ship links)
Capital Ships
Space Stations/SatellitesStar DreadnaughtsCommand ShipsStar DestroyersLight Star DestroyersHeavy CruisersCruisersFrigatesCorvettes
Other Starships
Note: CIS designations are the same as stock, but with CIS communications, command and tactical systems.

Elite StarfightersStarfightersInterceptorBombersGunshipsDrop Pods
  • Droid Drop Pod[/url
Dropships
  • Low Altitude Assault Transport/Ambigene
Heavy Dropships
  • Sigma class transport
Landing Craft
  • C-10K Landing Craft
Scout Vessels
  • Pending
Patrol Craft
  • PC311 Patrol Craft (Mostly in civilian hands - law enforcement)
Personal Transports
 
[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.
 
Location: Outskirts of Theed | En Route to the ASA LZ
Enemies: OP & [SIZE=14.6666669845581px][member="Talon Vosra"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666669845581px]Allies: ASA & Salem Norongachi[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6666669845581px]Objective: GET MOVING. [/SIZE]



"Cheers mate," she waved from behind [member="Salem Norongachi"], too cocky a grin on her face. By no means was Luna going to touch the savior of hers, or really thank him. There was no time for that and she slipped the machete back into its sheath. Out of a many of the holes the transport now offered, she adventurously shuffled out, removing a assault rifle from the rack that just so happened to be beside the way of escape, along with the standard ammunition packs available. Perhaps it was not exactly a hole, but the remnants of the boarding ramp that once upon a time had been there. "Bugger thes."


Already dirty brown thigh high boots thudded when she landed. This had to be for the... second time today and she felt a sense of deja vu. Instead of having soldiers at her back this time, she found herself alone. As far as those she had previously traveled with. There were others though, but not nearly in the numbers they were before. Vega swung the rifle down, checked the chamber, and proceeded to load it with the FLARE slugs while still under the cover of the ravaged vehicle. "That'll do...aye yeah." After securing the ammunition, it was flipped up and bolstered at her shoulder, gunmetal grays peering through the scope in tandem with flipping it to semi-automatic mode. Aim was taken at the breaks in armor, the joints, and at the heads of unprotected Protectorates.


The trigger was pulled and the slugs launched, body shifting with each new target. It was not until their own men used the distraction to further the effect of random fire. She made a run for it. Knees to chest. Knees to chest so that she might make it to the Landing Zone and commandeer borrow a transport.
 
He watched [member="Luna Vega"] make a hasty exit and then returned his focus to the Jedi. "You can't be Protectorate," Norongachi replied. "They don't come equipped with a sense of humor." He deactivated the saber and plonked himself down in a passenger seat. "Jedi?" He could practically taste the force pulsing from [member="Talon Vosra"] but then again, he'd met more than a few who weren't affiliated with the apparent 'good guys'.

He shrugged, armour creaking, the answer didn't really matter in the grand scheme. A finger hit a button on the side of his helmet, letting the whole front section slide back. "Thats better," Green eyes met green eyes then. An all too common trait in this Galaxy far far away, he mused.

"You forget sometimes that age catches up with you. I remember flying through the air, blowing up droids like I was in a holoflick. Now? I kill a few dozen nameless goons and I need a sit down." He closed his eyes and leaned his head back and breathed out a sigh as the sounds of battle raged all around him. Ten years he'd been doing this, ten years of fighting and killing. All the people he'd met, most of whom had shot, stabbed or punched him in the face at one point or another. Age does catch up with you, the weariness of it all.

"Whenever you're ready to start, just let me know."
 
Location: Beneath the planet's surface
Allies: [member="General Mayhem"]
Enemies: [member="Sarge Potteiger"] 's Grey Knight codpiece
Objectives: Red October

Raziel sat in quiet meditation as they fell deeper into the darkness. He tried to clear his mind, but it was increasingly difficult. Being nearly clubbed to death by a Gungan had slightly unnerved him. On top of that he could feel the oppressive force of the oceans and rock above him. The knowledge that if they crashed now, no power in his arsenal could save his life was disconcerting.

He took a deep diaphragmatic breath and concentrated. He needed to conceal his presence in the Force once more. In the assault on Otoh Gunga it had gradually unravelled as he had called on the Force at a deeper and deeper level. Stealth would be the name of the game once again.

They’d left behind enough of a force to finish securing the city, with or without the Gungans complying. They’d been foolish to commit resources on the surface, the ASA strike team had been too well-equipped and organised for the token force they’d left submerged.

Raziel relaxed as more qualified men than himself started to plan details. No matter what, his four-man strike team equipped with Nightshrike armour would be on their own again and in comms silence. They aimed to misbehave, and with a good spot it was remarkably what a few good guns could hold off.

As internal as he focus was, he almost didn’t sense the consciousness of a great being come alert and focus on them. He opened his eyes as a shadow detached itself from an outcropping and moved alongside the convoy of Trident ships.



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Talon Vosra

Guest
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LOCATION: Battle Field
Objective: Fight maybe eventually.
Enemies: [member="Luna Vega"] [member="Salem Norongachi"] [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]
Allies: MYSELF obviously.

Talon waved bay at the woman as she toddled off to go fight someone who would undoubtedly be far less entertaining then he tried to be. He looked at the man as he extinguished his lightsaber and ask his questions. What could he call himself these days, Jedi, rogue, Disciple of Twilight? Certainly not the later. As far as the galaxy knew the disciples were a story from history and there were only four he knew of anyway.

"I was a Sith, then a Jedi, but now...who bloody knows." he said not bothering to bore the man with a lengthy discussion on the intricacies of conscience and morals compared to actions. "I guess if you want to fight we may as do it." He held out his hand to at least allow the respect of a fellow combatant, before the trying to kill each other began. "Talon Vosra of Zelos II."

Talon's other hand took one of his two sabers off his utility belt and held it in sight so it wouldn't seem a trick. He had no armor, no shoes, no rare precious fabrics that everyone seemed to have these days. In fact the way things had been these days he was lucky to have pants...he tended to forget them after too much sugar.

"Ready?"
 
Location: Theed the breach
Allies: ASA [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]
Enemy: OP

Freanne saw the breach in the wall, troops where moving forward. She got her troops together and said Into the breech, my troops. Then she put rifle over her back, pistol in hand ran towards the wall. The was still heavy fire, raining down on their ASA troops. Though the was know enough derbies to act as cover.

In the chaos she got separated form her men, she decide to run into one the houses near by. As she shot door open, two omega troops turned around to face her. They where too slow, BANG BANG went her blaster pistol. She shot both in the head, they slumped to the floor as she head up the stairs. To find a vantage point to shoot her sniper rifle.
 
Location: Theed
Allies: OP
Enemies: ASA
Objective: Kill

From Riley's mouth he produced the last smoke of vapor from his cigar and tossed it at the ground and stepping on it to prevent wild fires that could lead up to forest fires.

The energy shield surrounding Theed was doing its best to prevent artillery fire coming from ASA's artillery at the LZ and tanks, while it also prevented hostile tanks advancing their assault on the city because of their repulsor lifts that made them move. Not that they were literally at the doorsteps of the energy shield around Theed but they were advancing towards the capital. To make their march to Theed slower and shrink their numbers OP tanks, of different models, and walkers charged at their incoming foes. Manticore Tanks were at the rear as they fired upon armored vehicles with its railgun while having some Bhesj tanks to guard them. Other Bhesj tanks charged at the enemy and used their heavy mass driver cannon to fire at other armored assault vehicles while using their dual repeating laser cannons against ASA infantry troopers, and finally the AT-SE walkers using their mass driver cannons and, like the Bhesjs, they used their mass driver cannons against armored ASA vehicles and were firing at infantry units with their repeating cannons, while crushing some with their feet. But, they didn't send all their tanks and walkers to the plains to meet the enemy. No, the Protectorate was much smarter than send all their vehicles and infantry soldiers to the battle outside of the energy shield.

But this wasn't the only tuning coming at the ASA. Bombers would ascend towards the skies and soon descend to drop their package of destruction at the ASA were it would cut the line of advancement and wouldn't affect OP personnel in the battlefield.

While tanks, walkers, and infantry units were attacking their foes to slow their advacenments ASA infantry soldiers began entering the gungan energy shield protecting Theed. While the shield did prevented tanks to enter it didn't prevent foot soldiers coming in. A mix of organic and droid soldiers entered through and some of them met their fate. Blaster bolts coming from Protectorate soldiers and artillery shells came towards the hostile soldiers and took away the lives of the organics and destroyed the cybernetic ones and ambutated their limbs from their body that entered through the shield.

Those who were lucky began scattering through the city in platoons or squads and began killing Protectorate soldiers and destroying architecture in Theed, but they were met with resistance from ground soldiers, to anti-infantry gunships.

Riley, who was at the entrance of the breach with the battalions of troopers. He began killing and injuring hostiles with his repeater at a fast pace while others used different weapons of their choice to decimate the numbers of uninvited guests that came through the shields.

They were holding the line well, due to the fact that only infantry units came in the city surrounded by the protective energy shield.

(OOC: Theses are the different tanks or whatever I posted. And note that there are different vehicles, such as landspeedsers in the city. Didn't post them cause I thought it wasn't time to mention them, yet.)
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/28583-o1-bhesj/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/2508-all-terrain-shock-enforcer-at-se/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/15783-manticore-heavy-support-tank/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/772-peregrine-class-gunship/http://starwarsrp.net/topic/21292-os-b2-crusader-class-bomber/
 
[member="Ayden Cater"] ((Sorry Mate))

The man's strikes were fast and his ability to find holes in a guard was uncanny. Ordo's beskad as strong, as it was, was beginning to look quite done in. He swung again and a gain and finally the Lord Protector's blade met his and the heavy metal split and flew over the corellian's head nearly striking him and lodged it's self into the bulkhead. Ordo waisted no time with surprise as his single minded determination to fight the man pushed him to continue.

He threw the rest of the blade and hilt at the Corellian and pulled his lightsaber from his belt to continue the battle as he side stepped onto the back of a speeder that was beside them.
 
Location: Theed
Enemies: Authority
Allies: The Omega Protectorate

Knight had left the gungans choosing to not try and use a speeder to go from the one continent to the palace. Instead of choosing the quickest way there through the planets core and as the shi'ido moved through bypassing the larger fish and propelling herself she adjusted to the darkness coming out of the water with a large splash as she landed in the street and shifted getting smaller with wings and her sabers coming out of her excess shin. She was here to help as best she could and landed in a swirl of pink hair, robes and membranous wings.
 

General Mayhem

Behold my Conquest!
Location: Otoh Gunga Bongameken Cooperative

Allies: the ASA's mighty army

Enemies: A long list


Objective: Save [member="Atretes Rhoujen"] from his own lack of self-preservation instincts, go to a planet where things haven't gone to hell.




The General grinned. Between her droids and the organic strike teams, Otoh Gunga was securely in there hands. Unfortunately, she had just recieved a distress signal from commander Rhoujen. Great. Well, at least her conquest could have another trophy on it. "Save the Knight Commander." Not too bad on a resume. Did droids have resumes?


Mayhem began to track the las lcoation of the beacon. "Units 73 and nine teen, plot and intecept course for the divert river into Noogat Bay. Location pending. I want that injured leader ona trasport."


"Roger, Mayhem!" the two clankers said, hopping in a trident and heading to intercept the fool.


She sent a comm to [member="Marek Starchaser"]. "Marek, this is Mayhem, droid commander on the Gungan Front. I have deployed a rescue mission. Atretes Rhoujen is likely injured. However, I lack adequate medical facilities. Provide me with coordinates to transport, and I will deliver him to you. His injuries are likely severe. Consider time to be of the essence," she said sternly.


She continue her march, activating her own little contingency plan. After all, the Gungans were one of the few species that had a ship that could move through water and air and space with such ease. About time she acquire a true command vehicle. She sighed as she ordered several clankers to begin finishing the docking protocols. Soon she'd be off this planet, with a whole aquatic city to her name. Maybe they could build a statue in her honor. She held no ill will towards to the Gungans--they were an industrious and clever sort. Maybe some sort of treaty of unification could be passed. They would likely hold a grudge though. Ah, well. War was a true dissection of a person's mind--much could be learned from how they fought.
 
Allies: ASA
Enemies: Those who lie beyond this Galaxy
Objective: Secure the future of sentient life
Location: ASA med-evac camps

The invasion had played its part. Plans had been put into motion as they needed to be. The Dreadguard had been a resounding success, to be sure. The Mark-I Dreadguard had helped the Confederacy conquer the southern hemisphere of the galaxy. Their purpose, was to defend it.

The Mark-I's had failed, though that was to be expected. The first test rarely bore fruitful results, and still, those Dreadguard had been something for the galaxy to fear. They were conquerors, but they should have been defenders. The beast that awaited outside of the howling dark was their enemy, and they had ignored him. Verd was to blame.

Naboo was drowned in its own bloody waters as the war escalated. Forests burned, bodies were crushed underneath tank treads, children were ripped apart with the hum of a lightsaber...this was the chaos that was the galaxy.

They did not understand what was coming for them, and how could they? Only four had come to know of what was to come, and two of those had taken their own lives when the fact became known. The other two stood here; fighting to own this very world, and that was why the Architects had aligned with the ASA.

Blood had soaked deep into the land below the medical camp. The ASA soldiers had been moved there as quickly as the transports would move, but there was only so much the medics could do for the wounded soldiers. Men and women screamed in agony; medical personnel scurried from tent to tent moving supplies to those who needed them.

No one paid any attention to the six Architects sent by the Monitor when the battle began. The words or protest given by the medics watching over those who had been mortally wounded were silenced with the barrel of a blaster.

Those men and women who would not survive were wheeled off on carts. Soldiers of the ASA, and two young children, all said to be destined for death within the hour. There was no one available to stop the Architects as they wheeled them away toward their personal shuttle. Their words of protest were completely ignored.

These people would survive. They would be the face of progress, and the future defenders of sentient life. People only began to notice the missing patients when the Architects’ shuttle lifted into the air, and made a straight arc for the Ge’hutuun out on the edge of the system.

After years of waiting, the Mark-II Directive was finally initiated.
 

Corey's OOC

And where were the spiders
Objective: Dispatch a MedEvac Shuttle and go back to sleep
Allies: The Snooze Button
Enemies: Humans that lack self-preservation Protocols, bright lights, noise, pants, nausea, bad decisions, women who fall in love too early, women who insist on learning first names, women afraid of ping pong paddles, bright lights, the next morning, explosions destroying his tech, taxes, and things that are not rock-n-roll in nature.
Location: Some tart's bedroom

See? Marek was a businessman, not a soldier. He spent his time making money and making deals. A lot of wars could be stopped if people just chit-chatted a bit. Or, y'know, spent a lot of time playing roulette and flirting with barmaids. Sure the... what was her name? Whatever, the woman in the bed with him, she was... not a barmaid? Maybe.

What planet was he on?

All he knew was that his commlink was going off. Answering it, he heard the sounds of conflict in the background. His eyes went wide and he turned it down. "This better be good." He muttered, to no one, as he could hear his partner for the evening snoring. At least someone was enjoying their night, while others were probably spending all his money.

Figured.

"Is it Rhoujen? Kid is... special. Yes Mayhem, dispatching shuttle.... Em-Eye... seven niner fiver... Five." Right, because hang-over. "Transmitting their frequency to you in order to allow for on site supervision. Starchaser out." Because they'd call again if he didn't make it final. Hell, they still might call again.

And now he couldn't get to sleep.

[member="General Mayhem"]
[member="Atretes Rhoujen"]
 
Allies: Beef cakes
Enemies: Holonet ads
Objective: Eat these beef cakes


Norge was in the middle of space. He was floating aimlessly from a planet to another planet. He knew they had gungans. Gungans were pretty rad. Norge's best friend and co-workers, Nar-Nar Kinks was a Gungans. He had starred in Blarg Wars, back in the good 'ol days when Norge and the old CIS grand council were pals.

They used to hang out and watch movies together. One time, they went to a beach house, and Norge helped convince the ruler to join the Confederacy by signing an autograph! Those good 'ol days were done now...Norge was alone...forever....his only true love in the galaxy being his beef cakes.

He sat the beef cakes on his big 'ol gut and read some good 'ol smut on his holothing. His ship slooooowly drifted toward the battle over Naboo, but Norge didn't care. He was famous, and beautiful.

No one would ever hurt a beautiful beefy beast.

No one.

He vaguely recalled Naboo's queen being one [member="Feena Mason"]. That hot piece of....the very attractive former grand whoo-haa of the Confederacy. Quite the whoo-haa indeed. That roused Norge from his stupor. That grand whoo-haa was in trouble, and his...oh, wait, the ASA was the Confederacy now too, and was that the Monitor's ship?

Norge swallowed his fear in the form of a big sloppy beef cake, stumbled up to his feet, and waddled toward the cockpit of his super duper shipinator. He had no idea what the model was, and neither did his writer. It was shaped like a space carrot though, and that was what mattered.

Norge sat at the controls, and made a bee-line for Theed, completely ignoring all the defenses put in place because he was beautiful. Also there was a space battle, but Norge was super cool so he didn't care. He was beautiful.
 

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