Faction King of the Hill -Diarchy (and friends)

[Sâs Pen’kar]

Diarchy Wargames​

Objective: Win the tower
Tags: Diarch Rellik | Zara Saga | Xian Xiao | Yorran Vosk | Tarn Ekkard |

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He would nod and salute at General Sellis than go and give Sâs Pen'kar a handshake.

"Thank you all for coming. We are honored and excited for this meeting."

Sâs Pen'Kar shook the Diarch's and back with an actual grin, something regular Kaminoans don't do.
General Sellis goes to attention and gives a proper salute back. The leader of the commandos does the same.
The trio listen to the Diarch's plan for the battlefield. Sâs Pen'Kar is left just listening, his expertise is the ins and outs of gene splicing & board rooms. Not the soldiers that defend home.

General Sellis listens to the whole plan in addition to the ideas floated by the others. She spoke after a time. "A solid plan, The jet troopers can go above the fog to the top of the tower. The commandos can also grab their jet packs to go along giving us a large specialized force at the top of the tower."

Sellis looks around at the Diarch and the others trying to read their reactions.

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Spoiler: Composition

32 Jet Troopers
50 Heavy troopers
750 Regular troopers
32 long range specialists
36 Infantry command positions (e.g. Sergeant)
50 ARC Commando's
50 Heavy ordnance troopers

 

[Yorran Vosk]

Yorran nodded.

Using the spy drones as weapon delivery systems and as weapons themselves was a masterstroke. Why hadn't he thought of it?

"I agree. We should move quickly on your plan, Diarch," he urged, "lest the battle begin while we are still planning.

I have heard it said that an imperfect plan executed with confidence is better than a perfect plan enacted too late."

With that, he took up his datapad and began to issue preliminary orders to The Network's personnel. They'd need time to make the modifications required to the drone network.

Time was running through an invisible hourglass, with no one having any idea how much remained before the hourglass got broken.


@Team Rellik

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Team Reign command post
Tags: Maldor Sancetti Laphisto Ryu Jung Iandre Athlea

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Reign took it all in. He knew his commanders well, it was textbook how they had won campaign after campaign.

He had the Myrmidons, they were a force of their own. He would utilize them.

Turning to each of his commanders in turn he spoke

“I will be assigning Myrmidon cohorts out to each of you. For those of you who do not know, these are my elite personal force. Among them are demolitions experts, hard point and fortification experts. Electronic warfare and infiltration. Please use them as you will.”

He turned to Laphisto

“Rellik will be expecting me up the middle. Full frontal assault, I’ll take the first with me and do what we can. Then while I have my little brothers forces engaged, utilize your men to pincer them and secure the fortress from without.”

Then to Maldor

“I trust in your ability to infiltrate the tower, but beware, there is no doubt that network agents will be there. You’ve seen them in action, do not underestimate them. If you can win within, we will take care of without”

his piece said, he turned briefly to Ryu.

“If you should come across Lyssara Thrynn on the battlefield Ryu, remember control. It would do no good to unjustly harm her. But show her your power”

He turned away from the holotable and began marching outside. Turning to smile and say

“Well? Let us begin”

 

[Zinayn]

TEAM REIGN

Just as he zoned out again staring into the captivating blue light of the holoprojector, a figure of red and purple armor approached. Her weapon met the floor of the tent as she stopped by him. A signal that a conversation was about to start. Zinayn turned to her with a nod, instantly registering her obsession with the color purple.

"What I do? I suppose the same as you. I fight. I win. Most of the time," he conceded, remembering several of his defeats. "Are you affiliated with Maldor? I'm Zinayn, by the way." He had seen this woman around on Bastion at times, mostly near the Chancellorate and other official looking buildings. However, since he never did politics, that was the extent of his knowledge on her.

Through his peripheral vision, he watched the holotable flicker off, and the crowd around it begin to lean back. The strategy talk lessened, and then died. Diarch Reign strode from the tent. Time to begin. He took a step towards Laphisto, but still stayed within listening range of the woman. "High Commander, would you like me anywhere specific, or should I determine my position myself?"

Zinayn was fine with either. Laphisto was a fine strategist, and the Chiss liked to think could conduct himself tactically as well. As long as he was being useful towards the objective, he didn't quite care.

Shyra Calipsa Laphisto Iandre Athlea Diarch Reign

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Diarch Rellik regarded the assembled commanders, his gaze steady.

"Xian, you will have a vital role. Using your powers with air I want you to help keep the smoke up and around the troops as much as possible. You will help keep the screen going for as long as possible. - When you feel that we have a strong foothold, go and find Laphisto. I want you to be the one to slow him down." He looked at her with a boyish smile. Knowing she might have some fear of the man, it would be good for her to see him as not a monster. "I believe in you, you can do this."

"HRT 1 SL go ahead and take the three squad's. I am excited to see your movement and tactics in action. This will be a good test for the Network. Your point about the sewage system is sound. We'll keep a squad ready to exploit any covert access, adding pressure from below."

He nodded at Sâs Pen'Kar and General Sellis. "Your clones' training and specialization are a valuable asset. Deploy your jet troopers and commandos to the areas you deem best in the moment. That vertical control will be crucial as this is not a annihilation but capturing a secure point. I trust your leaders, as with the Silentarii team. I am excited to see them in motion. Under the fire of war."

His eyes flicked to where Zara had been moments before, now absent. A hint of a smirk touched his lips. It reminded him of when he was younger. Despite her outbursts and overall "Pain in the neck" nature. He couldn't hate her for it.

Turning back to Yorran, he added, "Prepare your drones. We move swiftly and decisively. This is more than an exercise it's practice for the wars to come."

He moved away from the holo table. - Heading to get ready with the rest of the soldiers. "Remember the plan but know that you have tactical flexability. To rigid of an effort will leave us weak to counter action. I will be in the front, preparing e-webs and protecting the forward emplacements from as much blaster fire as I can. When we all feel ready to smoke out and move, we need to ensure we have communications teams up and sending the signal. Look for whistles, flares, direct comms on your links and more. Be ready and pay attention to the flow of battle. I have faith in you all and in the plan. Good hunting."

With his last words he left the command tent and began preparing for the enemy assault.

@Team Rellik - Sâs Pen’kar Yorran Vosk Daniel Washburne Xian Xiao Laphisto Zara Saga

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

My hand over my mouth, I yawn politely, breath caught, the warmth of the sun on my skin what a peaceful place. I'm enjoying my little improvised hike, hands in my pockets, with the map from my datapad in mind and Nyva covering my back. She's an elite sniper too, even though I've started training her in hand-to-hand combat. Her training isn't perfect yet, so I ordered her to follow me while remaining invisible. That way, she'll be much more discreet and effective at protecting me from potential enemy snipers. I also know all the units on the other side we're talking about the girl who set up most of their gear disintegration sniper rifles, military tech, I know the drill by now and I think I know how to counter it.

My goal is clear. Take the tower and hold it. And there's someone else as well. My gaze is distant, elsewhere, but I'm not inattentive. On the contrary, I'm focused on my objective. I don't feel it yet the troops haven't moved, not yet. I'm the first to move. Strategy meetings were never really my strength, even though as a scientist it's my duty to analyze everything, codify everything, capture everything. But right now, I want to go with my instincts. I know who our allies are, who our enemies are. I'll fight with strength and honor yes, that's fitting to represent Team Rellik, for my dear beloved master.

I stop in front of a small stream and dip my hands into the water. It feels nice. I splash some water on my face to clear my thoughts a bit. Even if I run into Ryu, I know he's a member of the House too. Today we're rivals, but we mustn't forget where we come from. We belong to the same faction, the same side. We know how to put our differences aside when family is threatened. More than just a rival, I have respect for him. And that's exactly why I'm burning with the desire to show him what the fire of science can do. I have everything now. I'm ready. I've been trained, prepared. I've trained myself.

I rise from the stream and check the weather. It looks good. In the distance, there's a market in my direction, and I naturally start heading that way. The marketplace it's a nice place to be. But I'm not here to buy fruits and vegetables this time. Or maybe I'll have an apple. I approach a stall and do some shopping. I buy supplies, some fruit, a bit of water, just enough to resupply. And just like that, I've made it into town.

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto offered a respectful nod to the Diarch, but held up a clawed hand in quiet protest as the offer of Myrmidon escorts was extended. His gaze shifted toward Zinayn , then to the five figures stationed behind him his own personal High Guard.

Clad in the dark, angular plating of the Lilaste Order's Commando armor, the guards stood like statues, unmoving and silent. Just as they had been during the tense proceedings in the Chancellorate chambers weeks prior, these five soldiers were entirely severed from the Force, Force-dead in every sense. Not a flicker of presence echoed from them. To Laphisto, they were blank voids in the tapestry of the galaxy trusted, reliable, incorruptible.

"I appreciate the offer," Laphisto said, his voice calm but resolute, "but I'll be bringing my own entourage." He nodded toward his guards, then turned slightly, glancing in the direction of Iandre Athlea . "I'll link up with Tarain's Sword on the right flank. Iandre, you'll lead the Red Lancers on the left."

His tone was steady, but behind the words was a subtle push of encouragement. He offered her a small, approving nod a mentor's quiet gesture. Her promotion to Sergeant was drawing near, and leadership experience was one of the key qualifications. There were few better opportunities to test her mettle than here, in the controlled chaos of a live simulation. No lives were at risk, but the decisions made today would reveal much about her potential under pressure. "Command them well," he added, low enough for only her to hear.

He turned back to the gathered command staff, stepping forward to address them all. "If all is in accordance," he said, his voice rising, projecting with subtle force behind it, "let's win ourselves a war game."

With that, Laphisto reached for the helmet resting on the table. Its design mirrored the sleek and intimidating profile of the LO-58A series but had been custom-fitted to accommodate the unique curvature of his Kiev'arian horns and bone structure. He rarely wore it; for years, helmets interfered with his Force sight, clouding the way he perceived energy and motion around him. But things had changed.

Since the arena duel… since he had seized control of the twin gods' power within him, the world had become clearer. No longer reliant solely on his supernatural senses, he could now see through his own eyes again naturally, freely for the first time in millennia. The adjustment was still fresh, but welcomed. He sealed the helmet into place with a low, hydraulic hiss. The internal HUD flickered to life.

Designation: High Commander Laphisto — Linked to Battalion Command.

Moments later, after rendezvousing with Tarain's Sword on the right flank, Laphisto stood atop a grassy rise overlooking the battlefield. His Commando armor cast long shadows in the morning sun, flanked by his Force-dead High Guard. The soldiers of Tarain's Sword had already formed up in their drop lines, weapons checked, armor gleaming under the filtered skylight of the simulated environment.

Drawing his broadsaber from his hip, Laphisto ignited the blade with a resonant snap-hiss. The teal blue plasma hummed fiently in his grasp He crouched slightly behind the crest of the hill, eyes locked on the towering objective ahead. The mock war tower loomed over the field like a fortress, its defenders unaware of the storm about to descend upon them. He waited, muscles coiled, weapon humming. The moment the signal was given, he would lead the charge himself.

 

[Xian Xiao]

Finally getting an answer from her master, she nodded. It was simple enough to maintain control over the smoke. The elements were at her disposal, and air being her strongest, she would use that to keep the smoke surrounding their troops. His second command brought her up short, and she was already short.

Narrowing her dark eyes at him, she did what she felt was best. Clenching her jaw and mouth tight, this was an exercise, not a real war. She would face the dragon and test her limits. There was no doubt in her mind he would wipe the floor with him, but she only needed to keep him occupied and slow him down. No need for her to win anything, though she didn't like the thought of getting trampled by him.

"Yes, Master."

Short, curt, and clipped, she was silent through the rest of his plan and saluted with a fisted hand over her heart before turning to leave the tent.

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Listening to the Diarch as he spoke, she would accept the Myrmidons if Laphisto allowed it. While he declined the offer, she hoped she could borrow them. Without being told no, she assumed she would have a selection. It would be similar to the men she usually had with her. The men who were on the field. She genuinely hoped they had been picked to be in the Red Lancers. At least, she would have some confidence that the plan would work. Any ill feelings she had around him had faded with time, and she now accepted Reign as he was. A man she chose to follow as an ally.

Keeping her silence, she listened with clear intelligence and with a mind for war. This was going to be a reunion with her past as a Jedi in the Clone Wars. Only this time, there was not going to be any betrayal or real bloodshed. At this thought, her nerves flared slightly, but she soothed them quickly. Now was not the time or place to confront them. That might not ever happen, and Iandre was happy with that.

Turning when Zinayn asked something, she could use him with her if he didn't have any place he needed to be. He could then see what training she had from her time and what new things she had learned since they met. Giving him a friendly smile, she turned to look at Laphisto as he started giving her orders.

Lifting her helmet to her head, she slid it on and locked it into place with a familiar hiss, so much like her master but different at the same time. Nodding in agreement, she followed the others out. Looking at Zinayn, she paused just outside the tent.

"If you wish to join with me and help command the Red Lancers, you can."

Something, maybe the Force...spoke to her and it told her she would not be able to entirely command the troops to the conclusion of the war game.

Zinayn Zara Saga Laphisto Diarch Reign @Team Reign

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: The Field
Tags: Diarch Rellik

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With everyone in place, the Diarch gave the sign for attack. He leapt forward, charging towards the tower, per the plan, he would draw his brother to him, so that his other forces were free to move about the field.

The Blood-Orange of his saber served as a rallying beacon for the soldiers, and on he went. Batting stun bolts back to their sources and looking, ever looking for his brother on the field of battle.

The Diarch had made it to the center of the field, standing near the tower itself. He had chosen the battleground on purpose, to provide all a clear view of the clash between the Diarchs.

Digging in, he held his ground, waiting for his brother to appear.

 

[Maldor Sancetti]

The 'Secret Service' of House Sancetti were mostly inherited from House Mecetti personnel.

Specifically, the House Mecetti Ministry of Inquiry.

They were highly trained operatives with the best clandestine gear available. It was the closest thing to a 'Wedding Gift' that his mother had provided on the occasion of his glorious union to Vyllia Santhe. Quite a gift, truth be told... though he'd have preferred her attendance.

Regardless, Maldor had no doubt that his people were more than equal to anyone the Network could deploy.

He watched on a datapad as his cloaked agents moved into position, infiltrating underground tunnels and advancing to place their simulated explosives at key points.

They would never be seen. They would never be heard. The doom which befell the enemy would only be perceived once the simulated bombs 'went off' and the combat computer tallied the casualties.

Unfortunately, Maldor was unaware of the Network's plans. He did not know about the sonar equipment in place.

Sonar equipment which would see his cloaked operatives advancing.

What was meant to be a masterstroke opening-move quickly became a massacre. Maldor's operatives were under radio silence. He received no notices from them about what was happening. He merely observed in increasing dismay as their bright dots on his display winked out one by one, casualties recorded by the system overseeing these war games.

No charges had been placed.

A dozen operatives 'slain.'

His brilliant opening gambit had failed. He swallowed and looked to the Diarch he served with, some fear of recrimination on his features.

"My Lord... my entire advanced stealth team has been taken out before planting their charges. I don't know how... but we should assume the enemy force can detect things which are normally not visible."

What did it mean? He felt he should see some deeper significance in this. Were their foes such masterminds that they had perceived Maldor's likely plan of attack? It seemed incredible.

Sighing, he pulled his training saber into his hand and joined the Diarch's advance. His plan to win an early victory in this conflict had come to naught, but he could at least fight by the Diarch's side.

Then came the swarms.

Dozens, perhaps hundreds of small drones accelerating in their direction. Maldor thought they'd open fire, and positioned himself to intercept blaster bolts.

But... no. The drones deployed smoke grenades.

Of course!

The enemy was using smoke screens. That's why they had the means to see invisible objects. They had planned to fight through smoke, and had equipped themselves accordingly.

He touched his com unit, "Do we have any vectored-thrust support units that can blow away this smoke?" Speeders were common in the Diarchy's inventory. But they needed jets of air if they were going to clear this smoke quickly. Maldor could fight blind, but he doubted that most of the forces with him could do so.

He hoped it wasn't too late. Any moment now, the enemy's hellfire would descend. Only stun bolts, of course. But the shame of a defeat would bite nearly as deeply regardless of the attacks being non-lethal.

Maldor was a veteran of dozens of conflicts, but he felt he'd just been made a fool of.




Zinayn Zara Saga Laphisto Diarch Reign Diarch Rellik Yorran Vosk Iandre Athlea Xian Xiao Lyssara Thrynn
Sâs Pen’kar Yorran Vosk Daniel Washburne Xian Xiao Laphisto Zara Saga

 

[Diarch Rellik]

The E-Webs were singing, intertwined fire along shallow berms and netted foxholes, the entrenched gunners of the Diarchy unleashed lines of blue stunfire into the rolling fields beyond the Forward Operating Base. The rhythm of war from Rellik's side was measured, patient, controlled. Everything had to be to his plan. It would work, as was his nature to win! - As some who knew him best would coin one of his weaknesses, the Diarch believed his plans to always be tight and when altered, they laid waste to his mental state and gave way to his more childish frustration.

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Rellik stood at the FOB's entrence, his golden saber Conviction held in a low guard, blade angled back in a defensive crescent of a tail guard. Stunfire lanced toward him from the far flank, and he moved in smooth arcs, no wasted steps or swings. A showing of his mastery of defensive fighting. The bolts scattered off his blade.

"Controlled bursts! Let them keep advancing until the time strikes." Rellik called over his shoulder toward the E-Webs. "Track motion, they're testing for reactions, aiming to overwhelm. Let them do so to their downfall! A comfortable confident enemy is one we can exploit."

Smoke began to filter outward from attached drones, clinging low to the terrain. the artificial mist blurring the flanks. "Xian!" His voice cracked through the force directly to her. "It is time, aid in the formation of the smoke and keep it tight! The tide of battle rests in your hands."

He pivoted, batting another pair of bolts to the ground beside him as troopers pressed up behind his position, shield-bearers of the internal security force huddling close. It was Tarn and the Security forces.

"General Sellis" Rellik's voice hit the comline and the open air alike. "Are your men ready? We are going to push."

Another warning echoed through the Force, familiar. Not danger, but declaration. A will pushing forward like fire through dry grass.

Reign. - Rellik gave a soft smirk at the idea. His brother would challenge him directly. So be it. A moment of their youth of clashing stun blades would resurface so many years later. Reign would be waiting at its base. He would need to rise to meet his brother at the top. At the apex of this "Civil war" game.

As the line began to push out Rellik did as he had declared. Putting himself at the forefront of the attack to help coordinate and ensure its push to the tower. Now it was in the hands of Xian, the HRT team, Zara, Lysarra, and the Clones under Sas Pen'kar to ensure this all worked. If not, the battle would be over before it even began.

Sâs Pen’kar Zara Saga Lyssara Thrynn Daniel Washburne Xian Xiao Zinayn Iandre Athlea Diarch Reign Maldor Sancetti Yorran Vosk Laphisto

 

[Xian Xiao]

The drones released the smoke, and her skill could now be put into use. Generally, smoke liked to rise, so she kept an air pressure holding it down. Splitting her attention between defending their people and trying to keep their enemy blinded, she also made sure to keep their enemy off guard. This was where she could shine.

She was far from cocky at the moment, but she was confident. There had not been a single person that she'd met who could do what she did. Yes, people could control single elements, but none could do all four. Even she still had a hard time with water. Though she was getting stronger, she hoped she wouldn't drop buckets on people's heads anymore.

As this was a wargame, she didn't have to use flame. Without the need to hurt anybody, she would do her best to follow and abide by the rules set out. They were being tested, not really fighting. So not feeling as much stress as she could, she was providing support, and when that came to an end, she would face her enemy.

Not one to fight toe to toe, she'd figure out something. Use some trick up her arsenal to slow the dragon she was scared of. Turning her attention to the distant hum, she struggled against the engines for a short time before losing the fight. The smoke covering the enemy and keeping them blind was blown away.

However, there was still some on their side, and she could keep that in place until Maldor might order the units to blow it away as well. Only when it was all gone would she leave her vantage point and seek out her target.

Growling under her breath as the machines moved to blow their cover away slowly, she was able to maintain it a little longer. Maybe even long enough for Rellik and his men to do what they planned.

Maldor Sancetti

 

[Laphisto]

With the signal given by Diarch Reign , Laphisto raised his saber high then brought it down, leveling the blade at the tower ahead as his voice rang out:"Charge!"

The cry thundered across the hills, and like a tide breaking free, the soldiers of Tarain's Sword surged over the ridge. As they crested the hilltop, half the battalion activated their LO-ADS systems, launching into the air in short bursts. They hovered momentarily, then glided down the slope toward the smoke below. Helmet HUDs flickered into thermal mode, heat signatures lighting up the fog.

The rest of the battalion stormed down the hillside on foot, rifles cracking with non-lethal stun rounds. Each impact sent violent arcs of electricity through its target, dropping them unconscious in seconds. Meanwhile, several Lilaste Order troops remained behind, establishing machine gun nests atop the ridgewaiting for their moment to unleash suppressive fire.

Laphisto vaulted into the air, wings beating hard as he gained altitude above the battlefield. From his aerial position, he coordinated the assault with calm precision, feeding real-time troop data across comms. His visor tracked unit markers, enemy positions, and terrain shifts, while his Force Sight cut through the fog Xian Xiao had deployed across the lower valley. What others saw as chaos, he read like a grid each movement cataloged and relayed to the advancing lines.

Calling on the Force, he manipulated the terrain with purpose, not flair. Sections of earth tore upward in controlled bursts, forming low stone barricades and angled cover for his infantry. He didn't waste energy on theatrics each pillar rose to serve a function: shield firing lanes, break line of sight, or force enemy movement into predictable channels.

Then, and only when the smoke had outlived its usefulness, he shifted focus to the air. Drawing it inward, he created a tight pressure zone, compressing the fog into a spiraling updraft before venting it high above the treeline. But instead of simply clearing the field, he redirected the swirling wind horizontally turning it into a blunt-force blast. The compressed stream howled as it tore across the battlefield toward a cluster of enemy drones attempting to flank his men. The sudden gust slammed into the group, throwing off their stabilization protocols. A few were sucked upward into the wind tunnel and lost power mid-air, crashing into the ground with a burst of sparks and shrapnel.

The smokescreen had served its purpose With visibility restored, the four machine gun nests atop the ridge sprang into action. Heavy barrels roared, sending precise streams of suppressive fire into exposed enemy positions. Tracer lines stitched across the field, forcing heads down and buying his men precious seconds to reposition and press the advance.

Still airborne, Laphisto maintained position above the field, his broadsaber angled defensively at his side. A few stun rounds from scattered infantry arced toward him poorly aimed, desperate shots. With practiced precision, he deflected them in a lazy sweep, sending the non-lethal bolts scattering harmlessly into the haze below.

His attention briefly snapped to movement along the flank. Reaching out with the Force, he anchored his focus and sent a ripple through the ground. Blunted spikes of stone erupted in a rolling wave, churning forward like a rising tide and slamming through the enemy's forward line. He didn't need to see results just delay their advance, fracture their cohesion, and keep them reacting.

From above, his voice cut through comms once again. "Squads Three and Five, shift west cover the incline near the silo. Sixth, push hard through the debris line. Suppression is in effect. Move now."

Even as he relayed instructions, a small part of his mind wandered. Not in distraction never that but in concern. Iandre Athlea 's unit had launched their assault earlier from the opposite side of the complex. He couldn't see her position directly, not from this angle, but the faint tinge of movement through the Force told him the fighting was heavy.

He refocused, eyes narrowing beneath his helmet. Tactical priorities first. The mission came before all else. But as the machine guns thundered below and the advance pushed forward under his command, he made a mental note: once this corridor was secure, he'd check in on her. Personally.

 

[Sâs Pen’kar]

Diarchy Wargames

Team Rellik​

Objective: Win the tower
Tags: Diarch Rellik | Zara Saga | Xian Xiao | Yorran Vosk | Tarn Ekkard |

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Sâs Pen'kar watched from the command center on a holo table brought in by support clones. The battlefield was detailed down to the last person using the ships & the temporary access to Diarch Rellik's sensor net.

"General Sellis" Rellik's voice hit the comline and the open air alike. "Are your men ready? We are going to push."

General Sellis stood at the front of her troops not far from the center. She had on her left arm a buckler shield projector and a stun pike in her right hand. The left hand held a stun pistol. "We are ready Lord Rellik!" She then changed the comms to her troops "We are in a combat sim, stun or paint... no lethality."

The clones closest to Rellik and General Sellis kept the battle line and the plan as the fog rolled over. TheJet troopers waited till the command center gave the all clear before they jetted to the top of the tower at breakneck speed. Working to land and disappear from those down below before the sensor fog would move or dissipate. With them went eight ARC commando's looking to secure the top and provide better arms & direction to their Jet Trooper comrades. Two of the Arc Commando's go down the tower a little ways and rig paint explosives to mark who and where was "Exploded" with purple paint, easy to remove after the battle & non toxic. Before they move back up to the top.

The long range specialists wearing paint to blend into the hill grasses moved to various vantage points to harass Reigns troops movements. Getting to hilltops at the edges of where the fog area should be. The Clone troops move with precision as the battle starts.

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Spoiler: Composition

32 Jet Troopers
50 Heavy troopers
750 Regular troopers
32 long range specialists
36 Infantry command positions (e.g. Sergeant)
50 ARC Commando's
50 Heavy ordnance troopers

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Watching her leader, she directed her men into motion when he gave the signal. The smoke might slow them down for a time, but after a few minutes, it was gusted away by the quick thinking of Maldor. After this exercise, she might have to approach him about thinking outside the box. It was a move she would not have thought of.

Within her helmet, she saw where they were stronger and weaker. Shoring up the defensive line with some of the men from the middle of her contingent, she breathed as her line held. Taking a cue from her master and one of their previous missions, she helped protect the troops by raising dirt barricades on the ground.

She fought and struggled with them on the ground. There wasn't anything she would ask them to do that she wouldn't do herself. Unless it was something she did not know of. Then, she would allow them to accomplish what was needed. In time, she might learn what they knew, and it would just make her a better commander.

"Keep the line near the tower the strongest. Allow them no access."

A simple order to say, but harder, much harder to actually follow. They did their best, but eventually the overwhelming number of clones began to make a dent in her numbers.

Zara Saga (Come and meet Ian) Zinayn (Take over if you want so that Ian can fight her friend.) Laphisto Maldor Sancetti Diarch Reign

 

[Zara Saga]

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Zara moved like a formidable stormcloud, erratic and electric, beautiful in a way that made you question your survival odds. The battlefield around her was a living chaos of smoke churning like spilled ink across the grasslands, flickering with stunfire. Drones buzzed low, sowing confusion as the Diarchy lines pushed outward. But Zara, she was already deep in it, a predator's grin on her face, slinking through the swirling haze with knives in hand and mischief in her heart. She was a blur of quicksilver violence, darting from hill to hollow.

She wasn't charging the main tower like the others; that would have been too obvious. Nor was she looking to be a hero. No, Zara was hunting. Somewhere ahead, amidst the smoke and shouting, Laphisto's people were beginning to dig in, and that meant Iandre couldn't be far. Zara knew her well. She knew the way Iandre moved, how she led, how her boots struck the dirt as if she belonged to it.

Zara slipped through a shallow trench, pausing just long enough to yank a stun baton from the unconscious hand of a DAF soldier who'd blinked at the wrong moment. Then she spotted the silhouettes just ahead, by the edge of a wind-worn rise. The dirt there was clearly moving unnaturally. Barricades. Command gestures. Iandre. Zara's smile widened, a little unhinged. "Time to see how well he has taught you," she muttered, ducking low and vaulting a half-broken sensor post.

She didn't call out; she didn't announce herself. That simply wasn't her style. Instead, Zara crept to the edge of the bluff like a cat stalking a high priestess. Then she pounced. With a scream that was half laugh, half battle cry, Zara burst from the smoke. She came in fast, spinning under a shielded guard, twisting to flank, pressing close enough to smell the sweat and ozone clinging to her armor. Zara wasn't trying to kill, of course. But she was definitely trying to win. Because really, nothing said "I love you" quite like knocking your friend on her back in the middle of a pretend warzone.

Let the tower wait. This fight was personal.

Iandre Athlea​

 

[Xian Xiao]

With the launch of the ARC commandos, Xian felt her first objective had been completed. The smoke dissipated as she shifted her focus. Without any fog or smoke to keep her eyes from finding her target, she saw him in the sky.

Giving him an entirely dirty look, she could fly too. It just wasn't as natural to her as it was to him. The Mandalorians had rocket packs... maybe she should consider investing in one. That way, she wouldn't have to use her air ability to reach him next time.

Instead of using her strongest or even weakest ability, she picked Earth to work with. Stirring up what might be thought of as a small dust storm, she sent it in the direction of Laphisto. If it worked, it would might make his flight a little difficult. Nothing fatal or anything but painful if it hit his wings. At least, that was her plan when she stirred up the debris.

Hoping it distracted him, she wrapped some air around herself and allowed the light around her barrier to blend in with the atmosphere. To the naked eye, she would be challenging to see. With the Force, though, she wasn't hidden at all. And it was something the girl hadn't considered when she launched her movement.

To keep things nonlethal, she was using a practice lightsaber and wore one at her hip. Following the dirt, with an additional gust of air, in the hope to keep him off balance, she would try to sneak up on him and make a quick slash at his hopefully exposed backside.

Laphisto

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Looking at my datapad, I see that the Diarchy forces have started to move on both sides the clash is approaching, and confrontation will soon become inevitable. It's a simulated war, meant for training, but even though I didn't attend the mission briefing, I have the advantage of knowing exactly what the opposing forces are capable of, since I contributed to their development. That said, I can't afford to let my arrogance get the better of me or I might lose more than just pride.

With supplies in my bag and some food because you need to eat during quiet moments to fight at your best I leave the marketplace now. I throw a quick glance toward Nyva Shei's position; she's still cloaked, perfect, ready to use her sniper rifle to paralyze anyone who comes too close. Let's avoid unnecessary bloodshed she'll be shooting in stun mode, aiming to knock people out for the rest of the match.

I head toward the central tower, stretch a little, gather some momentum, and dash forward at high speed. This lets me cover a good distance quickly, but the ability is energy-intensive, so I can't overuse it. Once the tower comes into view, I slow down and stop the dash and I notice someone already there. Who is it? From afar, it's hard to tell, but eventually I catch sight of his cape.

It's Diarch Reign. No one else. Still, I decide to go greet him. He's probably surprised to see me arrive first. The others are still pushing forward.

"Hey boss! How's it going?"

I put my hands behind my head despite the tension in the air, then grab my Nightsister blade a standard green sword appears in my hand. It's resistant to lightsabers. In truth, I have no intention of fighting Reign. I'm here for only one person.

"Sorry, but I didn't come here to fight you. There's only one man I'm looking for your apprentice. Ryu Jung "

I rest my Nightsister blade on my shoulder while staying on guard, just in case he decides to attack me. I'm fully alert, and I'm certainly not letting my guard down in front of one of the Diarchy's leaders. That would be disrespectful.

Diarch Reign

 

[Iandre Athlea]

Just as she finished giving voice to her orders, she sensed a brush in the Force. The dust had started to settle after she raised the barricade. It would protect the men but not Iandre from what was coming for her.

Her friend might have a stun baton, but she had her lightsaber. It was set at a lower setting to avoid causing harm, but it would certainly sting on contact.

Her armor would protect her from most attacks, but she wasn't one to rely on that alone. The Force was all around, and like her first master had taught her, she had her barrier around her. Even in a wargame, she wasn't stupid or unprepared.

Smiling under her helmet as she felt the attention of Zara, she pulled out her lightsaber and tried to keep her fiendish friend from connecting with her. With her free hand, she reached out and attempted to grapple with Zara and throw her to the ground instead. If that didn't work, she would try to trip her with a simple foot stuck out in her path.

Zara Saga