Let Slip the Dogs of War [Protectorate Invasion of Druckenwell]

[Ayden Cater]

Onboard the Leviathan
In Hyperspace en route to Druckenwell
Allies: Protectorate Forces
Enemies: Confederate Forces

Not a murmur broke the silence of the bridge. It was tense and almost unnaturally quiet. Only the shifting colors of hyperspace seemed to provide any signs of life. Every officer and worker on the bridge was silent and working diligently. Each of them knew what was at stake, what they were about to do. And there, in the middle of the bridge as he always was on a ship, was the Lord Protector himself. His usual attire was broken by the presence of the armor underneath his duster. It was evident that even he was taken by the gravity of the situation. Only time would tell whether all their preparation had been worth it.

The space around Druckenwell rippled as the Leviathan slipped back into realspace. A second ship followed it. Then a third. Soon a massive Protectorate fleet stood there just outside the engagement range of the Druckenwell defenses. No ship opened first, no attack craft was launched. Eventually a transmission was sent over every channel across the system. "As of nineteen hundred thirty-seven hours, galactic standard time, a state of war is declared between the Omega Protectorate and the Confederacy of Independent Systems."

He let the first boot drop before continuing. "For as long as our two states have existed, we have been at peace. At least publically. However, it has become apparent to me that the Confederacy has been waging a shadow war against the Protectorate, and this transgression cannot go unpunished. From the beginning, the Confederacy's history is one stained in blood. The tragedy over Geonosis, when civilian transports were blown out of the skies was well documented, yet no one was punished. From there, it gets only worse. The Confederacy entered into a deal, in secret, to ally with the Sith Empire to invade and destroy the Protectorate with no cause whatsoever, save the greed to take our worlds.
Since that time, the Confederacy or its leaders have been responsible for the invasion of worlds sovereign to another state, A Confederate Lucrehulk attempted to crash into the Atrisian capital, an attempt at mass murder, with no justification. Time and time again, the Confederacy has escaped punishing the most dangerous and destructive elements within its borders. When the corporate entity known as Subach-Innes was discovered making warships for the Sith Empire, the Confederacy deployed its forces against domestic planets in a fiasco that resulted in hundreds of millions worth of damage and untold numbers of dead. Where was the trial? Where was any sense of justice given a chance that day?"

It was clear that the Lord Protector was angry. His tone was sharp and clear. "And, as if these grave miscarriages of justice weren't enough, the Confederacy attempted to destroy elements that no longer wished to stand by in silence while these travesties went on unpunished. The Liberty Concord sought amnesty and sanctuary within the Protectorate's borders. At Immeria, I met with a woman who could no longer stand to be a part of a state where their own officials were threatened with death and no one was punished.

Months ago, one of our Exarchs was murdered. It has taken us all this time to remove all other doubt, but the perpetrator of these heinous crime could have been none other than the Confederacy. And mere weeks ago, I was personally attacked while meeting with a women in neutral space. Nothing is done about it. It is clear to me now that the Confederacy does not care about justice. Druckenwell is a world where rights are only given to those who can pay to have them. This is a state where only violence is the answer. And so I have no other option but to respond with violence."

"For the next twelve hours, I will allow transports to evacuate all civilians from the designated battle zones. Any attempt to fire upon Protectorate ships will result in the immediate commencement of hostilities. Any attempts to sabotage our fleet will result in the immediate commencement of hostilities. I offer you this chance for parlay and to avoid any unnecessary bloodshed. I offer you this knowing fully well that the Protectorate would not be offered this same kindness in return. Do not force me to open fire on you before this window of time expires for the civilian evacuation." With that, he cut the channel and turned to retreat to the Ready Room. Coordinates were transmitted to the Confederacy outlining the capital city and Obsidian Order garrison as the two areas where the fighting would take place.

Tapping at his console, orders were sent out. Dropships were prepped, mission briefs were being given as new sensor data came in. He fully expected the Confederacy to try and pull some dirty tactic. Already he knew they would be scrambling to pull as many ships as they could in to reinforce them. It didn't matter. "Have Black Talon deploy and begin covert operations." Made up of former Force Dead Confederate commandos that had defected, Black Talon was the perfect group to ensure that the Confederacy complied with his wishes. In the meantime, he activated a second, non-networked terminal and typed in a simple message.

>Do you want to play a game?

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One Leviathan-class Super Star Defender - Flagship

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Two Solo-class Command Ships
Two Indomitable-class Star Defenders
Four Antilles-class Star Defenders
Four Belsar-class Command Carriers
Two Alcori-class Star Defenders
Two Kerrigan-class Star Defenders
Twenty Herald-class Assault Cruisers
Four Warden-class Heavy Cruisers
Four Incus-class Escort Cruisers
Four Nonnah-class Assault Cruisers
Two Sentinel-class Cruisers
Four Shield-class Cruisers
Two Cira-class Frigates
Four Inquisitor-class Stealth Frigates
Two Saint-class Frigates
Two Watcher-class Corvettes

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OOC Thread Here
I want a good, clean fight.
Now let's get it on!

 

[Red Queen]

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[Kal Strife]

Druckenwell. One of the many industrial centres of Confederate space, it was ever a world surrounded by a swarm of starships. Yet in recent days, since Isley's treachery became apparent and the spynet began to hear murmurs of ill intent from the Omega Protectorate, Druckenwell - along with many other worlds in Confederate space - had seen a massive increase in its defensive forces. Now, space beyond the planet's shipyards was filled with vessels of the Confederate fleet, from the mighty Lucrehulks to tiny Stratus Corvettes, while the soil of Druckenwell itself shook beneath the feet of the droid legions.

Spoiler

Lucrehulk-class Command Carrier x10 (2000x10=20000)(20000)
Droid Legions (220)
Jackal Interceptors (760)
Grunt Starfighters (520)
Hunter Bombers (400)
Confederate Landing Craft (200)
Confederate Gunships (200)
Confederate Assault Tanks (500)

Greivous-class Star Destroyer x10 (1800x6=18000)(38000)
CS/TX-02 "Horde" Droid Bombers (360)
LAAT/X Heavy Dropships (100)
LAAT/D Gunships (320)
LAAT/A Dropships (60)
LAAT/I Dropships (80)
Quill-class Shuttle (20)

Geonosian Dreadnaught x4 (2000x4=8000) (46000)
100 Jackal Interceptors (400)
30 Hunter Bombers (120)
20 confederate assault tanks (80)
20 heavy ground armor (Example: Walkers) (80)
20 ground APCs (80)

Gunray-class Star Destroyer x8 (1650x8=13200) (59200)
CS/TX-01 Droid Interceptors (192)
CS/TX-00 Droid Starfighters (384)
CS/TX-02 Droid Bombers (288)
Quill-class Shuttles (16)
MAAT/I Dropships (104)
LAAT/D Gunships (96)
LAAT/A Dropships (72)

Tambor-class Star Destroyer x10 (1050x10=10500)(69700)
CS/TX-00 Droid Starfighters (870)
CS/TX-01 Droid Interceptors (580)
CS/TX-02 Droid Bombers (290)

San Hill-class Star Destroyer x10 (1000x10) (79700)

Sev'Rance-class Light Carrier x25 (25x300=7500) (87200)
CS/TX-00 Droid Starfighters (1350)
CS/TX-01 Droid Interceptors (900)
CS/TX-02 Droid Bombers (450)

Scion-class Stealth Corvette x12 (12x150=1800) (89000)
Stratus-class Light Corvette x20 (125x20=2500) (91500)
Ventress-class Light Corvette x27 (27x100=3000) (94200)

Aboard one of the larger vessels, the Greivous-class Star Destroyer Xenophon, Kal Strife stood, a beacon of calm in the midst of the maelstrom of chaos that was the ship's bridge. All about him, officers went about their alloted tasks with a haste born of the knowledge that they could be entering into battle at any point in the coming days and weeks. When he came to reflect back upon it later, the Corellian couldn't help but wonder if anyone had imagined it would actually happen so soon. Yet for the present, Strife busied himself with the routine tasks of command, overseeing the movements of vast numbers of vessels through crowded space and the transfer of ground forces to the planet below. It was necessary work, but dull and tedious, and when flashes of cerulean energy began to pockmark the ebon void it was almost a welcome distraction.

Almost.

"Vessels coming in," the officer on comms, a young human girl, called, "IFFs read as Omega Protectorate."

In truth, the announcement was hardly a shock to anyone, yet still it spurred them all to greater haste as they suddenly found their tasks shifting as they adapted to the new situation the fleet suddenly found itself in.

"All hands to battle stations," Kal barked, staring at the image of the still-emerging Protectorate fleet on the viewscreen, "Signal the fleet. Launch fighters and move to formation Kenobi-Aurek-One." Naming a fleet maneouver after an enemy of the CIS might have seemed odd to Strife once, yet now he saw the worth of it; it was as much a message as anything, a reminder to the admirals of the people who had bested their predecessors, and the need to be quicker to adapt to the wiles of enemies. Besides, Kenobi had been a master of defensive fighting by all accounts, and Kenobi-Aurek-One was a solid defensive formation, one that put a screen of fire between the core of the fleet and anything that sought to penetrate it. "Contact the Syvato fleet, too," he called as an afterthought, referring to the allied fleet which had arrived in system but a short while previously, "Tell them to ready themselves, but do not engage without authorisation. Then get a message out to Norongachi. Tell them the Protectorate have decided to grace us with their presence."

Orders given, Strife paused a moment to cast a speculative glance over the incoming fleet. Easily as large as the CIS fleet arrayed against it, and likely larger still, it seemed to make no pretense as to its intentions. At least, that was how it seemed until the comm crackled and the a voice broke through the static, making grand pronouncements filled with half truths and insincerities. Kal listened intently as the man spoke, his face a careful constructed mask void of all emotion, whilst about him the heavily drilled crew of the Xenophon went about their business.

Only when the man had finished did he stir from his repose, nodding to the comsman with the faintest trace of a sigh,"Open me a channel to the Protectorate vessels, Lieutenant."

"Open, sir!"

"This is Kal Strife of the Confederate fleet to Lord Protector Cater," he began, speaking confidently but carefully, for he knew many ears would be listening, "Your words are noted, your compassion toward civilians in the face of conflict welcomed.. But the allegations I hear from you... I must say I am disheartened to hear you speak of them. To hear you lay the blame for the sins of one traitor, a man we have cast out and castigated, on the shoulders of every man and woman in the Independent Systems. Are we truly going to allow so many to die in conflict because of one man's foolish ambition?" A rhetorical question, but he paused a moment regardless, before continuing, "I would welcome a parley, an opportunity to discuss this rationally before we damn millions of souls to the fires of war."

His words spoken, Strife nodded to the Lieutenant once more, signalling for the channel to be cut, before remarking simply, "Filter all data through to my terminal. And watch for tricks. They could try anything."

 

[Revenchent]

Black Talon. A fancy new name for a fancy new unit under Calico's command. It was the same game, but somehow different.

The four Inquisitors approached Drunkenwell's shipyards. The magnificent vessels were fully cloaked, and not a soul would be able to see or hear them as they stalked open hangers of Drunkenwell's head station. Shipyards such as this were most often regulated by a head station; a center of power and control for the entire complex.

This was their objective, and this would be the first victory against the Confederacy.

There were no words spoken within the head Inquisitor as it centered on its approach vector. Five four man squads of former Dreadguard soldiers were busy putting on the last finishing touches to their kit. All were force dead, all had been robbed of a future, their freedoms, a childhood by the Confederacy. They were Calico's sons, his brothers, his people. They all shared the same affliction, and now, they would put down that who had injected them. The clones were not tools, they were people, and today, the Confederacy would know.


"Is it true Galaar is with the 'Feds?" Kix, Calico's eldest and most confident of sons asked. The Inquisitor teased on up to the hanger, and ready to slip within to quickly offload its cargo.

The journey to arrive at the hanger was more than a little perilous. There was an absolute mess of Confederate ships. Twists, turns, and dangerously high speeds were all that saved the four shuttles from being discovered. If not for the fancy flight skills, the entire mission would have ended in a terrible disaster.

"He'll come around son. I know where his loyalties really lie....is everyone set? There won't be a second chance at this boys."

 

[Zion Krayt]

Onboard the Vanguard
In Hyperspace en route to Druckenwell
Allies: Protectorate Forces - Ally
Enemies: Confederate Forces

Here we go. The Protector of Tython thought to himself when he first received the information that they were coming out of hyperspace.

It had been a long time since he had been at the head of a ship as large as the MC180 Remembrance-Class Battlecruiser that he was on at the moment. Usually he fought with those that would die at the front lines, but the lightsaber-resistant man wanted to take up a spot that he had occupied as a Padawan, but instead of being a Commander, he was going to be the one in charge. Now, he had become a Jedi General and he was ready to do his duty by the Republic and the future of the Galactic Republic.

He had set out with the Lord Protector of the Omega Protectorate, [member="Ayden Cater"] when he had found out that his faction was setting out for the Confederacy of Independent Systems. It was known throughout the galaxy that the Confederacy harboured a few Dark Siders within their systems, and whether they were still present would be seen, but the Dark Side caused corruption, whether they wee gone or not wouldn't matter, for their stain would be present until it was washed away.

Having mustered the largest force that he could have upon a moment's notice, he made for Druckenwell with no farewell's to either of his Padawans. He was glad that he hadn't brought Lupe Baracka with him. He was the type of person to make a combat situation even worse, and a situation such as this? There would have been more chaos upon the bridge than out in space where the starfighters would be combating each other.

When he received the countdown that the ship was coming out of hyperspace, he let his helmet retract off of his face, over his head, and along his spinal cord where it finally rested, and he glanced to the side at the communications officer and he patched him through. The Jedi's Taskforce was right outside of the Druckenwell System. He would wait until the Lord Protector gave the Order to attack, before he leapt into the system.

Keep it cool, Zee. You're the leader now. You've done so much in so little time. He smiled to himself just as the transmission started, "Lord Protector. I am located outside of the Druckenwell System, if the battle is to commence I shall await your command to jump into the system. Bishop out." The transmission closed and the helmet formed up and over his head once more. He turned on his heel to look at the bridge crew, and then he strode towards the command chair.

If there was going to be a battle, it was going to be a long one.

[member="Ayden Cater"]

Spoiler

MC180 Remembrance-Class Battlecruiser The Vanguard
Stalwart-Class Heavy Cruiser
2x Watts-Class Heavy Cruiser
2x Unity-Class Heavy Cruiser
4x Firekiln Mk-II Heavy Cruiser

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Onboard the Leviathan

Allies: [member="Ayden Cater"], [member="Red Queen"], Protectorate Forces
Enemies: Everyone else

If there was one person who had no right to appear where he wanted to when he wanted to, it was Sarge. But sadly for most of the galaxy - especially a particular Lady Protector - that was something of his trademark. The skill had been honed over centuries as a wet work operator for Ayden long before the Protectorate had even been a thought in the mind of the young Cira.

And so that was exactly what he did as he deactivated the photoreceptors of his armor and appeared, leaning against the wall of the Ready Room with his arms folded across his chest. "Is she prepared?" He asks quietly, having noticed the typing into the terminal.

This was going to be quite the trip, little red devil inside his electronic warfare suite and all. Their plan was a last second one, cobbled together with the fact that Sarge had pulled an extremely experimental suit he'd found on Dagobah out of storage.

"Because if she isn't, we've twelve hours to make her be."

 

[Corey's OOC]

It wasnt every day that Marek Starchaser was commencing surprise inspections on various worlds in the Confederacy. But either the recent rgime change and Salem inspecting the Knights, now was as smart of a time as any. The shipyards were in working order. More than he could hope for and viewing this from one of his Fleet Admiral's Lucrehulks, he was able to overlook the standard operations of his products. Making notes, he would bring this back to HQ for improvement and praise where it was needed.

That was when it all changed. Not really a feel through the Force so much as the radar going off the wall, he was turning back. Really? Today? Some day for an inspection. Hearing the broadcast Marek was nodding. Turning to the other sentients aboard the Lucrehulk he nodded. "Prepare our swarm fighters. I want them ready around any fleeing civilian traffic. Alert all Techno Union personnel to get non essentials out and to prepare for anything. Keep the swarm fighters thick. I don't want anyone being picked off. And get me a secure comm... Now!"

He so wasn't an officer. But the one thing he knew was that they were going to need assistance in getting these civilians out of the area. That meant he had one person to call. Dialing up the frequency, he took a deep breath. "Good morning, @Danger Arceanu. We could really use your expertise at Druckenwell. A bit of civilian evacuation. Large scale. I look forward to hearing from you. And negotiating a price." Pressing send it was now just time to wait. Hopefully the redhead would come through.

Approaching the viewport, he was watching the droids. They were programmed to not fire until the Admiral gave the order. Turning back to the officer of the watch. "I suppose preparing any landers would be an intelligent move."

(Mobile post. Excuse typo)

 

[Keziah Denko]

This was Keziah’s first actual war. Everything that the young woman had participated in the past had been child’s play in comparison to what this was or at least that is what she had been told. She had been preparing herself for this learning from Canal how to properly use a rifle. On top of this she had also been studying the Force more. Before today she used it to help the vegetables in her garden grow. This was a chance to put all her training to good use.

She was both excited and nervous about this battle. This was her opportunity to show off what she was capable of and what she had been learning these past few months. Being here also provided her the opportunity to show her loyalty to the Protectorate. The Confederacy had severely wronged those she now considered to be family which was why she rode with them. There was no way she was going to be sent somewhere away from Calico. The last time that happened it didn't end well so she came with the former Dead Guard.

A sigh excaped her lips and she ran a hand lightly along the amulet that she wore around her neck. She didn't wear it because it was pretty, even though it was, but due to the fact that it held special abilities as well which for now she kept a secret. Nobody really needed to know that she knew Pyro due to it. Keziah knew that being here under these circumstances she ought not be getting herself into a war but she felt she needed to be here. It was important for her to be here by his side. She was ready for this.

[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

| [member="Ashin Varanin"] |

Unidentified transport, surface of Druckenwell's moon.
Occupant, a hooded Dark Jedi with nefarious intent.
Target, a Jedi Master who knows too much.
Allies, none.

It had been a long time since the Obscurity had finished it's voyage across the galaxy and arrived above the remnants of a Celesital construct, where an Empress had met a Dark Lord and discussed business; and now, since that time, one had reclaimed their past as a Jedi Master, whilst the other had forged an infallible facade of the same pedigree. Now, Ashin Varanin posed the weak point to Vilox Pazela's scheme, of which the Dark Jedi would avenge himself from the slavery of the Sith and ushering a new era for those that followed and believed in the dark side of the Force. She knew a little too much- nothing concrete to reveal anything of much significance- and yet, she was a weak point. For someone as meticulous as he, only rivaled by someone like [member="Darth Janus"], he could not allow Ashin to continue in this way. She had, in a way, betrayed him and thus punishment would ensue.

So, the hooded figure that stood at the helm of the transport, parked on Druckenwell's moon and concealed by it's dark side and lack of energy out put, save for the relatively small use for life support, the man otherwise known as Vazela waited for his adversary to arrive, where Ashin Varanin would participate in another duel for the ages.

 

[Salem Norongachi]

The reshuffle of Templar to Knights Obsidian had taken Salem Norongachi, its Lord Commander, far and wide. Rodia, Krant, Utapah. Today, or rather, this whole week he found himself on Druckenwell. Everyone and their uncle wanted the Lord Commander to see what good soldiers they were as they stood arrayed before him, some five-hundred strong, all dressed in black silently awaiting for his nod of approval inside the vast building that served as their garrison building.

Ever since himself and representatives from the army, navy and intelligence division had begun stepping up their planetary defenses it saw increased numbers of former Templars being drafted to serve on the Shipyard world. Even now, he had patrols out in the streets to match those of the army, ensuring peace and order. Letting the people know they were there and ready to fight anyone that might come was his highest priority.

"Sir!" A cry that made his guts feel like the world had just dropped out from under him. He knew that tone well, he knew the panicked look. He had seen it more than once and this would not be the last. His aide, a young knight, ran full pelt through the gathering hall. Murmurs began to arrive from the still at attention Knights Obsidian as he near fell over himself coming to a halt next to Norongachi. "The-" He gave a long series of pants and then gave up waving a flimsiplast sheet in Salems face."-Report-from-fleet."

Norongachi snatched it from his hand, skimmed over the message from Kal Strife and then a moment of calm fell over him. Finally, they had come. "Alright! Its time, above us right now is a world of crap ready to rain down on us. You've trained for this, you're ready for this. First order of business, get on the blower with the army units stationed here, rush all civilians to the pre-determined evac zones. We have 12 hours to get them out before the boot comes down. I want constant updates from each squad, when that last civilian is on board a transport to safety dig in at your designated defensive positions!" Green eyes looked at them all, those stoic faces, battle hardened Force Users. It was going to be a long day...

"Get those orders out to every squad we have on patrol, and get the evac-cords beamed to our transports. They should be ready and waiting for the people to arrive." With that said he sent the aide on his way and then watched as the Knights geared up and headed out. In the city warning sirens blarred, defensive emplacements came online, droids by the thousands began to move. They were ready for war.

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Aboard the Xenophon, The CIS Flagship
Allies: [member="Kal Strife"] and CIS Forces
Enemies: None of yet

The massive bulkhead to the bridge slid open with a snapping hiss as Galaar carried himself aboard the Bridge of the local flagship. He was clad in his full Katarn-Class armor, clad with its new general insignia's granted upon him. It had seemed that the Omega Protectorate had gotten froggy and the fires of war were no upon the doorstep due to the sins of one exile. He had heard in the confines of his helmet Ayden's speech, it was to him, disgusting... Ayden was a man he had trusted, a man who was renowned for honor and dignity. Now that man was slandering the whole of the Confederacy for the crimes of one man and threatening a war, which no matter how it was sliced and diced, would result in death and destruction of civilian lives. The Omega Protectorate had never even called for diplomacy before this declaration of war, nor had asked for reparations, nor the trials of the man responsible for the War Crimes listed.

This war would also be personal to the Clone. As his brothers now fought under the banner of the Omega Pyre. They now fought for the aggressors in this slowly heating conflict. Calico would understand this was wrong, Calico would want to end this war. Calico was a man of honor. So, Galaar opened up his own long range commlinks over a secure channel. Fox's Squad Channel. "Ca'ika. I know you hear me out there, we need to talk before this gets heated. We need to stop this war." With that he closed the link and wandered next to Kal. "Let's hope the chakaars will parley? Eh?"

[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

[member="Calico Tal'Verda"] [member="Keziah Tal'Verda"]

"Ready as I'll ever be." Ori'Alor said, clad in the Ori'Ramikad armor that her husband had helped make "They have nothing on me." Ori passed through the group of the Ex-Dreaddies/Ori'Ramikad Trooopers, and walked up to Keziah and Calico, giving them a brief hug. It was great to see the two together again, Ori had been afraid that Calico wouldn't recover from thinking he had lost her. "So, how are we going in?" Ori Asked, looking between the two "I was pulled in several different directions before we headed out." To tell the truth, Ori was worried about a few things doing this, rumors of Isley being distanced from the CIS for some reason not withstanding. Ori didn't know how many Verds and Dread Gaurd remained in CIS space, and how many she might have to eliminate.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Obective: Defend the Capital
Allies: CIS
Enemies: OP, PUBs


Kentarch exhaled slowly. Inside his Sith Infiltrator he watched the intelligence reports stream from around the holo-net. For days he had been monitoring a steady stream of information from the net, there was a rumor, a hint, which somewhere the Protectorate was going to strike. And after a defeat was handed to him in negotiations for the planet Eriadu, the Sith Lord was out for revenge. Yet the more Kentarch looked the less he could find. If the Protectorate was up to something, they had left no evidence trail. Deciding not give up, the Sith decided that it was unlikely the Omega Pyre would go in alone without the Jedi, call it a hunch or a feeling in the force. Quickly he crossed referenced Intel on Republic military movements, and sure enough a Jedi Task force moving towards Druckenwell System. Confederate Space.


“There.” Kentarch said ominously.


The Sith moved to cockpit and ordered the droid piloting the ship to take him to Druckenwell. After some time Kentarch’s small ship came out of hyperspace, only to see the massive Protectorate Fleet looming above the planet. The attack had already begun. “TAKE US DOWN!” He shouted to the droid. He did not want to be picked off by some Republic or Protectorate combat air patrol. Quickly the ship made a dive towards the capital city, landing at a civilian space port. As fast as he could, the Sith rushed out into the streets. Soon Omega dropships would be inbound. And Darth Kentarch would be more to give those troops a nice warm welcome.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Location: SSB and ATC Headquarters Tatooine.
Objective: Talk business and send support
Allies: CIS | [member="Marek Starchaser"]
Enemies: 12 hour time limit

[ Good morning, @Danger Arceanu. We could really use your expertise at Druckenwell. A bit of civilian evacuation. Large scale. I look forward to hearing from you. And negotiating a price. ]​

"Now ain't that the kinda message one rarely wakes up to," came the rather contemplative musing from the titan mane Dangeruese Arceneau.

Few folk had her direct line. Fewer still called 'pon this time for a mass evacuation.

A turn of her head would catch Alisha'ven's attention, "Find out what's the word down vine." came her order, her fingers already dialing Starchaser's frequency.

The encrypted holocall would soon deliver the buxom redhead for Marek to view in her glory. Well, not all her glory, but enough of it.

"Well well well... when you said ya'll be keepin' in touch... ain't quite the way I pictured it Mistah Starchaser..." smoke would flow from her lips, her voice a sugary drawl.

"Just what'cha needing a mass evacuation for?"

 

[Jason Reeves]

ONBOARD THE LEVIATHAN: Prepping for Deployment
ALLIES: Omega Protecterate - [member="Noah Corek"] | [member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"] | [member="Dak Canton"] | [member="Nyos Val"]
ENEMIES: Confederate Forces

The flashing of crimson lights brought the dark room to life as sirens blared, swallowing out all other noise. Sergeant Jason Reeves entered the room. Hydraulic systems forced the automatic doors open for him. The armoury compartment contained wall-mounted heavy weapons lockers around the armoury's periphery with a double central aisle of firearm storage for rifles and shotguns. Ammunition for the heavy weapons was stored alongside them in the slide-open wall lockers. Ammo packs for the rifles was stored alongside them and shotgun shells were in cases on shelving above the central aisle. All weapons were stored without ammunition according to ship's regulations. The location of the room was directly opposite to the launch bay, from which a M47 Illria-class Dropship was awaiting him and the other forces. He was already adorned in his Mk II/S, his hands searched for the OPP-1 and BTI-HPBR. He placed cartridges into their sockets, checking the safety was still on. Reeves slapped three thermal detonators to his weapons belt. He was locked and loaded.

Launch Bay Twelve featured docking berths for sixteen M47's dropships, a landing platform for a handful of starfighters, and access to ground vehicle garages. The communications center is nearby which housed all comm. gear for fighters, shuttles, and transports, and the pilot's ready room; a briefing room and locker area for suiting up and flight equipment storage. Reeves had marched into the Launch Bay, finding himself pulled by a powerful current of racing soldiers. They performed final checks as pilots climbed into their cockpits. A commanding officer barked over the sirens and flashing lights, "Fireteam Alpha! Pile in! Get set for a combat drop, you're hitting the capital! You'll be debriefed on the ride in!"
"Well that's me" Reeves said to himself, throwing his helmet over his head and sliding it on. It fit snuggly. He climbed into the 'blood tray' of the M47, shoulder-to-shoulder with two squadrons of troopers. He wondered who else was on board this shuttle for the surface.

 

[Corey's OOC]

See. She never let him down. And never with the promise of credits. Smirking as he listened to her he nodded. Opening the channel back up he collected his thoughts and pace.

"Well, darlin', we're havin' a bit of trouble. Seeks the Protectorate boys are coming for someone's head. Would help if you can get some of our people out. Got 12 hours. You down down for some quick credits? "

She had them in a bind. Being the transporter. "When you bey here well give ya locations for extraction and where we need to go with the people. Also, take It kindly if you don't fire on anyone?" He smirked and sent off the message.

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Soell Alberio]

Onboard the Ashira's Justice

In Hyperspace en route to Druckenwell
Allies: Protectorate Forces
Enemies: Confederate Forces

Technically the Kaeshana Confederation was a part of the Omega Protectorate. So at the start of a new war it seemed very reasonable for them to contribute the war effort as well to show some support even if it really was only token for the purpose of technical territorial loyalty. So thus it made a decent amount of sense for a representative of Firemane, the company having such close ties to the Eldorai people of Kaeshana, with some ships with command of several of the protectorate's own to do their part of the faction. Personally Hecate herself didn't care about the Omega Protectorate or the planet of Druckenwell. She didn't even really have anything against the Confederacy either. However, what she did have was the desire to be useful and to prove her worth to those she worked for. So even if technically there was no real desire to participate in the upcoming conflict, the Echani was dedicated to the battle and its success with those now under her command nonetheless.

After all she had every intention of making the Firemane company proud, and proving the quality of its soldiers and designs. Aboard the Thuella class cruiser that had already seen combat during the Subach dominion, now named Ashira's Justice for its multiple uses of service, the white haired woman looked over the bridge of the Firemane designed warship and the officers at their stations. Some Firemane soldiers, a few some of the Echani she had joined the company with and who she trusted and knew the experience of. There were other ships under her command, and Hecate intended to make the best use of them that she could. However, without certainty of the enemy's own forces yet she was running a standard formation as they came out of hyperspace, something that would quickly change once the actual combat would start.

"Communications, alert those in command of the operation we're moving into position and have our ships assemble in formation." Perhaps she was a little more excited and eager for the fight that would soon erupt though? This was a true battle after all, a noble one even. She hardly cared about the speech the leader of Omega's Protectorate's forces was giving, but what she did appreciate was his transmission that was informing their enemy to evacuate civilians and making the operations targets clear. Innocent bystanders wouldn't be caught in heedless combat and it wouldn't be a mere one-sided slaughter of an unprepared foe. This would be a battle on a grand scale with nothing to worry about but defeating the enemy and without the concern for needless destruction.

Well, once it started in a few hours anyway.

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2 Antilles Star Defenders [1600] (3200)

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2 Kerrigan Assault Light Star Destroyers [1350] (5900)
1 Thuella Class Cruiser (command) [580] (6480)
2 Nebula B7 Frigates [350] (7180)
6 Illyria Assault Frigates [285] (8890)
6 Blockade Runner Corvettes [150] (9790]

 

[EmKay]

Rhoujen was sitting beside, and slightly behind Salem when the report came. As per his duty as an apprentice, he learned by watching a lot of the time, and he'd decided that what better way to learn from your mentor than to watch him work? The sudden scuffle of movement and activity set the young Cadet's mind into multiple directions at once, but with a calming breath he focused himself back together. There was something to be said about the Force aiding his introversion. He stood from his cross-legged position on the ground and nodded once to Norongachi before he slipped away into a back room. There lie his equipment, as up until now he'd been wearing a simple military uniform. With practised precision, he slid into the cloth and armour until he was sealed in his suit and his weapons were mounted where they belonged. He took a deep breath and stepped out into the city streets.

Controlled chaos would have been an apt description. The masses of civilians were all making their way, in flowing rivers of sentients, toward the nearest evacuation point. Along either side of the streams of people walked soldiers of both the mechanical and living variety to ensure their safety. Whatever happened since the word spread that Isley was no longer a friend of the Confederacy, the military had certainly taken a turn for the more efficient, and possibly the most blatant testament to that was the change of the Templar Order to the Knights Obsidian. No longer an 'order' of Force users per the Jedi and Sith, they were soldiers trained in the Force. Little more, and nothing less. He actually rather enjoyed it more than the endless branching of the previous system. That was a moot point at the time, however.

He walked calmly through the streets and made his way up an access ladder to one of the local service stations for the planetary defence grids. He knew a thing or two about technology, so he made his way to a vacant panel and checked the systems. Luckily, everything was already on high alert. Automated targeting systems had received the emergency call and were scanning the skies for any hostile ships that got in too close. The orbital cannons were activated as well, and scanning in for any ship that got within firing range, which was approximately ten kilometres in front of the defencive formations. Hardly a padding from conflict, but it was designed for a lesser planetary force than what was currently stationed on Druckenwell.

 

[Revenchent]

Location: Inquisitor Ship outside Shipyards.

Objective: Wait for orders.

Allies: OP, Pubbies


A brief hug indeed, though it meant as much as it needed. Calico returned the embrace for a moment, and gave his sister in-law a short nod. "Yeah, I missed you too, di'kut. We hold on station until the Lord Protector gives us the green light. Then we storm it, put down any security in our way, and secure the bridge before they have a chance to shut the place down."

Calico reached up to stroke his short beard, and cast his gaze down toward [member="Keziah Tal'Verda"]. "Hopefully, we don't run into any lightsabers. If that's the case, a certain little lady will have to take point." The General cracked a small slip of a smile, and pecked his wife quickly on the cheek. It drew a laugh or two from the assorted Commandos, but few batted an eye at the open display of affection.

The General slipped his helmet on over his head, and the flash of crimson from the eyeslits indicated the HUD was active to anyone viewing outside. He strolled away from the two women, and stared over the shoulders of another man to look toward the primary flight display on the bridge. The Confederacy had thing covered.

The shuttle had to continuously move and shift around to avoid a collision. It was a constant test of skill for the pilot, and Calico silently thanked the capability of the Dread Guards old Laarty runners who now operated these vessels.

It was only then that an all too familiar voice cracked through the silence. The channel used was a few centuries old, and wouldn't have any chance of being picked up by either force staring one another down.

This conversation was private, and only the brothers would hear one another. "Finally. Move your shebs Galaar, it's time you came home. The Protectorate is knocking the Confederacy's door down and I need you on my team." He stated in full confidence. It was clear from his tone, and the way he said his words that the General fully trusted Galaar was on his side. And why shouldn't he? The two had been inseparable, trusting comrades and friends since their squad was forced together.

A bond forged through flame and tragedy was not something even the threat of war could break so easily.

[member="Galaar Tal'Verda"] [member="Ori'Alor Tal'Verda"] [member="Keziah Tal'Verda"]

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Location: SSB and ATC Headquarters Tatooine.
Objective: Talk business and send support
Allies: CIS | Marek Starchaser
Enemies: 12 hour time limit

One auburn brow rose mighty high at that bit of news. Considering her most recent headbutting with the Lord Protector himself, she wasn't quite surprised with hearing the Protectorate come a knocking.

The man was quite ready to wave his embargo of ATC. It was enough to get her a bit riled up. Never mind that in the rear of her mind, a voice said she was just as much at fault as the stubborn Corellian himself.

"I take it since there is a time limit, it be one placed by the man in the hat?" she brough the cigarra up to her lips, cheeks sinking in to take a deep drag.

"Got two hundred Tempus's I can send on over. Will hold over a thousand folks each. Along with the Bulk freighters the rest of my transports...." there came a twist of her lips. If she bared boned the crew...

"Yer lookin' at being able to transport out... looking like one million souls a each trip." she gave him a level look "Yer lookin' at nearly my entire shipping fleet down in CIS territory -- some will have to drop cargo and delay shipment to come on over."