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

[Eldoc Quasat]

Location: Obsidian Knights
Obective: Defend the Base
Allies: CIS
Enemies: OP, PUBs/whoever else decides to fight

Eldoc was waiting. He stood on the ramparts of the Obsidian base. He needed some sort of order. He didn't know what to do. All they had to do was say the word and he would slaughter whoever they wanted. To begin the dance of death again. His saber on his belt, aching to be used. Eldoc wanted so much so to engage the Omega Proctorate. After all he loved a good fight.

That was what he was here for after all. He hoped someone would engage him in a fight, so he waited for a foe or order. He contacted [member="Salem Norongachi"]. " Sir any orders, I am willing to do whatever you ask." Eldoc said, hoping perhaps there was something that needed doing.

 

[Sheila]

LOCATION: HANGER BAY OF STARFALL
OBJECTIVE: CONVINCE [member="Sophia Walsh"] TO COME HOME

Oliver moved quickly, he couldn't believe this was happening and he was going to go down there and make sure civilians were not getting attacked. Even with twelve hours they might not get everyone off world...... and he suspected [member="Sophia Walsh"] would be down there... He really didn't want to have to fight her but she was on the wrong side at the moment and he would have to be the brother and make sure she came home... Or at least didn't get shot, he was certain their father couldn't handle that on his conscious. "Dammit Sophia why did you have to do this... going to give someone a heart attack or an ulcer."

 

[EmKay]

Atretes was drawn by the unfamiliar warble through the Force. A beacon of Dark that pulled his curiosity. After he'd ensured that the planetary defence grid ran some kind of security firewall, which was one of the most advanced he'd seen in his small exploits in slicing, he slid out of the control station and navigated his way, by rooftop to avoid the evacuating crowds, toward the Dark side energy somewhere in this section of the city. He peered down at a tent belonging to someone he knew to be part of the Obsidians, just in time to see an unfamiliar man stride out and begin barking at a poor specialist. He shook his head with a barely-audible sigh. He hopped down and landed beside the man who radiated energy and spoke up, his voice coming through the speaker of his helm while his face was shielded and blocked from view.

"The junior enlistee is correct, sir," Atretes said politely, "Securing civilian safety is a mission critical objective to the planetary defence." he finished, the violet photoreceptors of his helmet surveying the man Rhoujen now stood beside. His mouth twitched, unseen, in a bit of an awkward grin as he reminded himself of that thing called manners.

"Obsidian Cadet Atretes Rhoujen, apprentice to Lord Commander Salem Norongachi." he introduced himself with a nod. He didn't know who this man was, so he gained neither respect of bow or salute. Yet.

[member="Darth Kentarch"]

 

[Salem Norongachi]

The Knights Obsidian garrison building had, as they all did no matter the world, what could be translated to a war-room. It held communications equipment, holo-displays of the city, layouts for the defenses and real-time tracking of ground forces moving through the Capital. Norongachi was a point of calm in the midst of controlled chaos, coms-officers worked their magic, relaying intel and updates to their troops as the city began to slowly empty of its civilian populace.

Reports came in that anti-air defenses were being manned and prepared rapidly, armored divisions had begun to move out as well, General [member="Morna Imura"] and his men were working their section of the city, streets clear of non-combatants were being cordoned off as best they could, with whatever they could find. A voice broke his viewing of the terminal he was looking at, set just beside the holo-map and green eyes slid up to his personal com-unit.

"Hold on." He said into it and then turned to a coms officer. "Do we have further reports on how the discussion above is going? And get me General Jy'Vun at the shipyards, I want to know they are prepared to repel all comers." With that said he turned back to [member="Eldoc Quasat"].

"Take the men stationed here and secure the perimeter of the building. Anyone comes through those gates," He looked out the window to the high walls that ran around the front of the Obsidian Garrison building, each corner held a tower with a heavy repeating plaster emplacement atop it, and its gate was large and of thick durasteel. "And they aren't wearing our colours? I want them shot full of holes." The line went dead and a notification appeared upon his terminal, a message, from [member="Marek Starchaser"] in the heavens above. He read it, then sent an affirmative to the Techno Union Foreman and Obsidian Master.

"Evac ships are in-bound. Spread the word to the teams at the sites, speed up the flow if at all possible but don't cause anymore panic than is necessary." He barked at a coms-officer who dutifully relayed his orders.

 

[Ikki Ike]

LOCATION: Onboard the Xenphon
[member="Kal Strife"]

Ikki stood at the ready with several of the ships, she would board and help the other knights as needed but while her hands secured the wire spools she made sure the Monofilament net launcher was on her hip. A specialty of her own along with her flexibility and sense of direction. She was ready for the fight and if all went well would be in the boarding party going for the large ship with the lord protector. Her razor wires would taste some Protectorate blood.

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Aboard the Xenophon
Objective: N/A

So Calico wasn't going to be persuaded. It hit him, it hit him like a hundred pound stone square in the chest. He closed his eyes under the visor and a vision came to life. He could see the faces of his Company back in the Clone Wars... He could see them all, Omega, Delta, Tau, Aiwha... Each visage carefully crafted after the doner, Jango Fett. Then he could see Vau and Bralor. The two who had trained him his whole life, one was a cold, calculating husk of a warrior and the other was a fiery, passionate, mother of a soldier. He then saw the faces the Loyalist Dread Guard, of the Galactic Marines, of all the men of whom he assumed command upon his ascension as general.

Galaar now had two choices. He had to chose between Calico and them, the men and women he swore to protect as their Commander. The Loyalist would not leave... They had made that very clear upon the first schism of the Dread Guard. They chose to stand with the CIS to stand by duty, to stand by each other just as the Liberty Concord Dread Guard did with one another. Vau's lessions continued to echo in his head as he thought, driving him to near madness. He couldn't abandon them again... He couldn't stand to see them fight there own brothers without someone there to guide them.

"No Ca'ika. They won't leave and I won't leave them. This war, it could end before it starts. You know that deep down and if you don't then you're no longer the same man you were. No matter how we slice and dice it Ca'ika, we're soldiers. I was given a duty. There are millions of souls relying on me to do the right thing, soldiers, civilians, and family alike." He paused.

"I cannot obey that order, sir. I must protect our brothers here. If we will not talk to Cater again, as brothers, then I must stand my ground. Neither the Omega Protectorate nor the CIS our home, Ca'ika. Our home, my home, is in the burning ruins of the Jedi Temple... Its in the Arca Company Barracks, my home was destroyed long ago, in the closing days of the Clone Wars. My home was destroyed when Comic and Jain were lost. I will not allow that to happen to the men who still serve the CIS. You protect your sons, and I shall protect mine but so long as we hold to our duties from this moment on we will be on opposing sides, but we will always be brothers. We will always be brothers forged in the fires of war."

"I'm sorry, RC-252 out."

He had not signed out under that number in years. He could feel his chest constricting under the plate of Katarn armor that had endured everything with him. He had thought that he and Calico would always be under the same banner. However, the Galaxy was a grinder. It was a twisted, metal machine which tore souls apart. Galaar's soul lay with his sons here, and Calico's with his there. It seemed by some cruel twist of fate that they were gridlocked on opposite sides of the field. He had never felt this way since the loss of Jain on the night Order 66 was called.

He had to focus though, and in such, he did what Vau had taught him. The Clone closed himself done, effectively shutting out those blinding emotions to rely on one sheer thing: the Animal Instinct of a wounded and battered soldier, separated from everything he held dear by the cosmic threads of fate itself.

[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

 

[Tricia Kalamack]

Location: Obsidian Knights
Obective: Defend the Base
Allies: CIS
Enemies: OP, PUBs/whoever else decides to fight

[member="Salem Norongachi"]

Tricia woke up, the feeling of more people around had her yawning and floating out of the bed while she rubbed her eyes. "What is going on?" She looked at the people milling about and looked up out the window. She could feel the people and feel the unease while going back. "Bah I just wanted to sleep." She had been at Atrisia, and faced Siobhan, these protectorate forces were something interesting to say the least while she focused and allowed her own senses to reach out to touch their minds. Bah was all she could think walking and dressing. Her sabers clipping to her belt and mental shields coming in place like a wrought iron gate. "Does no one in this galaxy respect the need for beauty sleep I want my pudding."

 

[Danger Arceneau]

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


"I'll hold you to that, Starchaser." came her reply, a stream of smoke flowing from her lips. "Danger out."

"Lesha!" came her call, flicking ash to her right. Her mind was a constant stream of thoughts. Possibilities. What did this mean? Having Cater out by Drunkenwell would mean he was right on serious about the whole mess.

Her lips would purse.

A tap of her finger would ensue. The rerouting of ships would start underway and there ain't no way folk would not recognize ATC's mark on her cargo ships for evacuation.

Course, it didn't hurt to make that clear.

While she didn't have a direct line, she did have what the Lord Protector [member="Ayden Cater"] had once given her. Less than twelve hours on the clock...

At the very least, one could hope that any message she sent would be received before the time was up.


The message would be heavily encrypted, sent to the frequency Ayden had given to her back at the Expo.

[ Lord Protector Cater,

You sure do know how to make a statement. None the less, I'm sure you realize that this isn't a social call, what with the clock ticking away as it is.

I've vested interests in Drunkenwell I'd like to keep a vested interest in. Such as it were, I've been tasked to aid in the evacuation of Drunkenwell's citizens.

I'd ask that you please do your utmost best to not set fire to me and mine. While I cannot stay your hand, know that at the very least, I'll be making sure that those twelve hours are used wisely.

Regards,


Danger Arceneau. ]

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: The Capital
Obective: Defend the Capital
Allies: CIS, [member="Morna Imura"], @Atretes Rhoujen
Enemies: OP, PUBs


The Sith Lord paced. The anxiety, the hatred, the fear, Kentarch fed off all of it to fuel his power in the force. Soon there were physical manifestations that he was ready for fight. He constantly rolled his neck and his hand twitched towards his saber, his gaze quickly shifted from one area to another, hoping the cease fire would break.


Just then his concentration broke, some cadet who identified himself as the apprentice to the Lord Commander introduced himself. "Cadet." Darth Kentarch said with hint of an ominous tone. "You may address me as 'my lord'." Only a handful of people in the galaxy knew who he was, and Kentarch wanted keep it that way. "Unless the Lord commander has given other orders otherwise, I would prefer if you manned the first response teams who will engage and Protectorate soldiers attacking the city via drop-ship. The Protectorate will likely stage a two phase assault. One of which will be an airborne assault, I want you to eliminate these soldiers as they land. This likely will be followed by an attempt to surround and take the city through a more tradition manner, let the soldiers handle that for now. Do you understand?" He ordered more than asked.

 

[Neskar A'toll]

Objective: Protect the City at all costs
Allies: CIS
Enemies: OP + undesirables
Current Location: Barracks AB7 (Phoenix) - Mid-Sector 4A

Neskar was a laid back bounty hunter. He draped his body on a large chair, and observed, his beskar’gam shifted silently with every move he made. He even made the dangerous endeavour of closing his eyes inside of his visor, to get a wink of sleep. This is the life, coaching the new range of special forces. I call it indirect coaching, observe first then shout and show them their mistakes and let them get on with it. It’s quite bad for now, but I’ll get up lat- The barracks rumbled and rocked terribly, as did the entire planet, shaking with force unfelt before by Neskar. Springing from his chair, he bounced into position, his glazed eyes glimpsing the entire regatta pause immediately, then stare at him for guidance. Thirty, well-trained, well-armed, special forces members. Cacophonous voices filled the PA, signalling war between the CIS and the Omega Protectorate. Omega. He smirked, an unseen gesture, Liberty Concord. There is no well in all hells they won’t be here. Perfect. Almost too perfect.

“Up and at ‘em, you lazy sods! Move! Be ready for war in five minutes flat. Go!” he roared, doing so himself, taking grasp of all his weaponry and accessories of warfare, attaching them to himself with overwrought zeal. He reminded himself he could not be too confident, that overconfidence led to over-extension, that over-extension led to defeat, and defeat lead to shame and death. CZ-876. Rippers. Dual. Four thermal detonators, two cryoban grenades. The Gorgon Web Rifle and the grenade launcher he had bought, oh so long ago, for this very purpose; for war. And finally, the most valuable asset to his arsenal, the foot-long beskad, the jewel in the crown, the beskar blade which found itself strapped to his right outer thigh, on top of all the beskar’gam. It would surely be bloodied today.

His men lined up, thirty, in three ranks in rows of ten. All armed in the latest finery the Techounion had to offer. Beautiful, he almost said aloud. “Welp. The establishment previously known as the Omega Protectorate has deemed us evil enough to warrant a full scale invasion of our homes, our livelihoods and our freedom, all on the word of a fleeing rat. No more. When they land on Druckenwell, they will not leave. They will die, they will die screaming, die trying, die wishing they had never even bothered to join up. We will commence immediate strike action against any who land; harry their supply lines, ambush them at all circumstances. We will be the plague to them, the plague that never leaves, the one that never dies down. Always on their heels, picking, gnawing, until they fall and succumb. This battle, the first of many, will be won, not by mountains of manpower, but by integrity and honour, ideals we, as soldiers, all strive for. But we will give them no quarter.” Glaring through the darkened visor of his buy’ce, the T-shaped visor loomed ominously at his men, a constant reminder of what they should strive to be. With Mandalorian courage, determination, and sheer tenacity, how will they ever cope? “No quarter will be given to those who invade our homes. Take no prisoners. If they yield, kill them, if they turn and run, shoot them in the back, for that is all they deserve and more. You are the best of the best. Do what is needed of you.” I was never good at this speech malarky, he thought, even as his men grunted with satisfaction, and murmurs of something passed through them. Was it confidence, trepidation, the fear that should never be feared?

*​

Upon the rooftops of the city of Druckenwell, Neskar could see how well-defended it was. Nests of AA and gun batteries could be spotted as far as the eye could see, and the whole city was mobilising, the full military might of the CIS was here. The thirty were with him, taking up positions inside the building, next to windows, hidden from sight but equipped with deadly long-ranged rifles. Atop the building, which was around twenty stories, he could see far across the residential district. He deactivated his jetpack, which had carried him up, and placed a hand to his helmet, activating his comms. “Salem. In position. Any executive orders, shoot. I’m in the mood for slaughter.” He needn't say any more. Excess words would mean nothing, and only wasted breath. And he would need all of his strength to pursue any hostile of any kind.

[member="Salem Norongachi"] [member="Atretes Rhoujen"]

 

[Garza]

Obective: Defend the Capital
Allies: CIS, [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Salem Norongachi"], [member="Atretes Rhoujen"]
Enemies: OP, PUBs
Music Selection: This is WAR - 30 seconds to Mars

I could hear all that was happening outside. If the Cadet of the Lord Commander was here, then he would be keeping a watchful eye on me. I smiled and shook my head. Done with the fortifications to the wall. I was happy to say that they were now filled on both sides with a good two meter thick wall of earthen material on either side of the gates, and walls. I whipped my brow as I started to walk outside. Hearing the Sith Lord. speak to the cadet. I then created a triangle between the three of us.

"Lord, His Master is paying you for your services. Let's try to be nice here." Turning to the cadet, "Thank you for coming here. Yes, we know the situation. As of now, I have made him standing before you under my... shall we say vision, and he will act in my good faith to keep control of your city. Don't worry." A soldier ran up with a beer bottle and a cigar that I had asked for earlier. Taking both of them, "We do not need arguing or dirty looks here on our own side. Keep your angry faces for the Protectorate." Walking off I put the Cigar in my mouth and lit it with a snap of my fingers. Moving to a seat I laid back and opened my beer. "Relax Gentlemen, we have twelve hours before any attack comes."

Looking to the com, I contacted the Lord commander directly. "A old friend of mine has joined the fight. He acts under my name. Sith Lord if you would like to know. And all fortifications that can be done for the walls are done as of this moment. Over." Looking and hearing about chatter of Smuggler vessels coming in, I sent the order out. "Scramble some fighters to provide air support for the Vessels of the one and only [member="Danger Arceneau"], We wouldn't want her pissed off now would we?"

 

[EmKay]

Objective: Planetary Defence.
Allies: Confederacy of Independent Systems // [member="Morna Imura"] // [member="Darth Kentarch"].
Enemies: Omega Protectorate and its allies.

"Arrogant Sith." the venomous voice that, until now, had laid dormant for quite some time. The buzzing of conflict must have stirred Sigma within the young Cadet, and he grimaced behind the mask.

"As if you're any better, Sigma." Atretes bit back, causing the second entity to recoil. Before he could muster a retort, Rhoujen exercised his authority as primary personality in this strange duality to shove his darker counterpart into the recesses of his mind again. He took a quiet sigh to himself in relief from that brief encounter and straightened. He regained his composure and was about to speak when the Obsidian from the tent, Morna, Atretes believe his name was, stepped out and joined the conversation.

"I was merely curious, Master Imura." Rhoujen offered, before turning to the man who radiated the unfamiliar Dark aura.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lord Sith." he said. He was attempting to be polite, and as such no venom came off from his words, even as he spoke the word Sith. He made it a point not to judge others as people by their affiliation. There were plenty of all sorts in the Obsidians, after all, and being biased toward one side or favourable of the other was generally bad when you're part of an alliance of both sides.

"Twelve hours? I did not receive that message..." he said quietly, mostly in rhetoric. He tapped his arm-mounted datapad and suddenly the messages flew through the screen from all over. Apparently he'd never 'tuned in', as it were. He shook his head at himself and then hooked his fingers under the collar release that allowed him to remove his helm. With a soft rustle, he removed his helmet and turned his gaze skyward. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled. Whatever was going on in the celestial front, he got the distinct feeling something was brewing, and it would culminate soon.

 

[Revenchent]

Location: Inquisitor
Objective: Waiting


The battle was readying, ships were moving into position, soldiers were chanting their war cries, and yet, for Calico, there was only silence.

"Wait Ga--" The line cut, and only static rung in Calico's ears. No, no, this couldn't be. Galaar only needed a moment to gather his thoughts, of course.

The General breathed a deep sigh of relief, and remained silent as he awaited a call from Ayden to commenced with the assault, or from Galaar to explain his desire to defect as he should. Except those calls never came.

The realization was met with more....acceptance than Calico had expected. So, not even his brother would stand by his side? That was alright, none of the others really had. Regardless, as he took a breath, a sob forced its way past his throat and made him stumble forward in surprise. And then, within the confines of his helmet, he broke. Calico knew full well this was no time to breakdown, let alone in front of the men he would be leading into combat, but he couldn't help himself. Years of constant toil had worn him down to this, and without Galaar....


"Oh, what a mess we've made, Comic. What a mess." He sucked in a deep breath and fought to compose himself. The General stood up straight, folded his arms behind his back, and stared out at the station. He said not a word to any of the men around him. Not even Kix, who had come to him in apparent concern. Now wasn't the time. Calico was autonomous for the moment. His voice hollow, and a bit cracked from his little episode.

"Galaar is a traitor. They're all traitors. He'd fight for mongrels over his fellow warriors." He stated aloud to those aboard the Infiltrator. "And there's no room for traitors in our family. None at all." He paused for a moment, and pushed his way up to the bridge. "We'll wait until the Lord Protector gives the order, then we clear the facility, and head for the capital."

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

 

[Corey's OOC]

That was all he needed. Word from Miss Danger. Now all he had to do was wait. Ships had to be on their way. And the military knew how important protecting it's citizens was. Should they fire too soon, or not do everything in their power to get the civilians out that was not going to look good. Could he make thr Techno Union at least come out on top? Probably wouldn't be too hard.

Looking to the view port, Starchaser turned to his current aid. "When the merchants show up, get them planet side. Give them all the help they need, coordinates and escort. For the love of everything do not let harm come to them. Precious cargo and VIP treatment." The ship he was on was going to be in between the fighting and the merchants.

Just hope Cater was a man of his word.

"Alert me when they arrive."

[member="Danger Arceneau"]

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

Druckenwell Shipyards
Administrative Center


Personnel wandered about the room, the constant taps of fingers upon computer pads lingered. There was no chatter though and there did not need to be. They were following orders to ensure their own lives and that of their fellow Confederates. Not a single hair was out of place. Everything and everybody was all in working order. So well in fact, that she could almost hear the purr of satisfaction from the machines.

Anesia stood front and center, aware and at ease, with her hands clasped loosely behind her back. The sights were wondrous to behold, offering up serenity with every passing second. She was lost for a time, ensnared by meditation, neon green oculars distant and in some far off place. "Drown every dog that gets past our defenses," and she said it as if in remembering, a voice of the ether and stitched with her own authority. Gloved fingers twitched thrice and the General seemed to come back into herself as if being reanimated. Her head turned, slowly... mechanically away from what she had been drawn to and fell on a single man.

"General, the-" his voice was cut short by a slender hand rising, meaning to crumble the very words before they fell. It gave him pause and he merely nodded in understanding.

Silently, her arm fell back into place, just around her back to reunite with the other. Anesia already knew. "Open the com," ordered the woman in dulcet tones and then turned her gaze back to the stars.

"Lord Commander," no hint of emotion laced those two words. It was flat, unyielding even. Notably cold, even to him and what he meant to her. The General would never admit to such a thing to anyone, least of all [member="Salem Norongachi"]. Nor would she show it in the middle of war. There was no room for weaknesses or to give away any clues as to show she had such things.

 

[Keziah Denko]

Keziah had thought she though she was emotional wreak until she looked at Calico. It was obvious that something had happened and it shook him. She knew knew him to be a strong man so it had to be something big and than came the words.

She immediately crossed the room to be by his side. If he couldn't be strong she would be for him."Calico, are you alright?" She questioned looking up to him her eyes full of concern as her hand went to give it a squeeze. She wanted him to know that she was here for him. She was here for him to lean on and a shoulder to cry on if he needed it. Galaar meant so much to Calico so to have a falling out like this she knew had to be killing him. She wished that there was more that she could do for her husband. She couldn't force Galaar to return. He was just as stubborn as her husband.

She wished that they had time to talk now but war was upon them and at any moment the order could be given to begin the attack. She needed his head in this war not what happened. If he wasn't focused he could get hurt and Keziah couldn't bear that. It wasn't something she even wanted to think about. He had his family that was here to protect and his future family even though he didn't know that yet. It wasn't that she didn't want to but more she wasn't sure how to tell him. "I'm here for you my love always. If you need to talk or a shoulder to cry on. No matter what I'll always be by your side. I love you." She spoke softly only for him to hear. He was so brave and strong always even when he was hurting inside. He never showed any weakness as he thought he had to be strong for all the family.

"It's going to be ok Calico. Galaar may not be here but I promise you the future is bright. Our future is bright." She smiled giving his armored hand a squeeze even though she knew he couldn't feel it. Having a baby changed everything and they were not just having one. This had come as a surprise to her as they hadn't planned on children yet but Keziah took this as a blessing. They were being blessed with little ones of their very own. This she hoped would help focus Calico's attention elsewhere, not on the pain Galaar caused him. She wanted to just come out and tell him but she wasn't sure how he would react given what just happened. She knew he had always seem scared of becoming a father as if he couldn't handle it but she knew better. He was already a loving father to his boys present here today.

[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]

 

[Sophia Walsh]

Sophia was here trying to help the citizens evacuate before war broke out. She was keeping it together but barely. Those whom would be bombing them at any second she considered family. She knew her father to be their high admiral and for him to attack her hurt beyond believe.

As a child she had only wished to make him proud of her. She remembered the times he used to take her flying with him and let her sit in the captain's seat. There had even been a time when they served together and he had been proud of her.

A tear streamed down her cheek as she thought of going to war with him as she motioned for the citizens to follow her. Wiping the tear from her eye she headed to the spaceport. She was personally taking a group because she didn't want them to get lost in the chaos.

"Ollie? What are you doing here?" She stopped in her tracks as she saw her brother standing there for whatever reason. He was with their father no doubt. She didn't want to hear about how what they were doing was "right". They were hurting her, her home.

[member="Oliver Walsh"]

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Location: Space
Objective: Take the Obsidian Knight Garrison
Allies: Protectorate Forces
Enemies: The Proletariat/CIS
The first living God of Moross sat within a small black starfighter, in front of him a singular figure in the pilot seat. Both men sat rather strangely inside of the Stealthed Blackbird, their legs up and their backs slid against the seat of their chairs. Both of them were eating small protein bars, loudly chewing.

Soliael tapped the man on the back of the head with his boot. “I sent the flagship a message when we first dropped out of hyperspace. They told us to hold for 12 hours, they're seeing if the Confederacy will surrender peacefully. Ridiculous."

The False God sat up in his seat, his eyes shifting slightly around the Omega protectorate fleet in disbelief. While Soliael thought it was commendable to be the “Good guy” he didn't think it was commendable to waste the element of surprise. Twelve hours a ludicrous amount of time, by then the Confederacy would have all of their defenses prepared, their men warmed up and fully armed, and likely reinforcements on their way.

Leaning forward Soliael bashed his head softly against the seat in front of him. So much for the element of surprise.

Soliael took another bite of his power bar, and waited.
[member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

Location: Pub/Obsidian Knights
Obective: Defend the Base/ Get sober the next 12 hours
Allies: CIS
Enemies: OP, PUBs/whoever heck decide to try and take our rock we are sitting on

Seanna had just made it through another training with Master Eldoc. As it seem like so many times when off duty. Finding herself over to the local pub raising ruckus. Finding out just how much she loved to fight. Giving another one of the guys that wanted to be in her personal space. Hard to believe that would happen in a place like this. Giving him a good swift kick in the ass, making him land on floor. "Good thing that floor gets swept once a night, sweet pea.", she went back to drinking her ale. It was her choice of beverage for the night.
Getting where she could enjoy the song. It was true enough [member="Eldoc Quasat"] was a hard task master. At less he knew how to get down to business. That was to training some hard core. This bring another ale fresh ale up to her lips.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPCjC543llU&index=12&list=RDRMDq-MnpbTo[/youtube]

Only finding herself putting it down quickly looking down at the data pad, spitting out what she had in her mouth. "Oh be S...hitting, me to hell...", getting her feet down from the table standing up. Looking around the place as it seem that the rest had gotten the call to. Looking down at the one still on the floor. "Get your booty up, its time to see what the tar nation going on.", taking a step away from the table only to grab her ale. After all couldn't let this ale go to waste it just wasn't right. Downing it all wiping her mouth off with her sleeve.

Wasting no time on her speeder, wondering if they had a law here about DS (Drunk Speeding). Making it back to Base, to already find it buzzing. That takes care of that question if it was another one of those pansy drills. "Shoot a monkey uncle this ..this be for real.", Taking off at a dead run, at the same time trying to reach [member="Eldoc Quasat"] on commlink. "This is Cadet Seanna Vel reporting for duty, half here, sir."

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Location--The Capital, near the space port
Objective--protect the capital, aid in the evacuation of innocent civilians during the cease-fire. Live to tell the tale.
Allies--the CIS
Enemies--those who would oppose the reform of a unified Confederacy.


Vorhi sighed as he handed a datacron to his secretary, a young Obsidian guardsman with a specialization in archival work. "Ganna," he said to the woman softly, "You will get on the next ship out of here."

"Sir, it is my duty to protect you," she began only to be stopped with a hand over her mouth.

"It is your duty to protect all of the Knights, and their assets. That datacron is encrypted with the sum total of all my work as an archaeologist, as a diplomat, and as a Mast of Teras Kasi. It contains within it everything of my worth. Should I leave this world, in this battle, then so be it. But I will not let my work go without renewal. I will not force the galaxy to repeat my efforts simply I am too selfish to abandon a fourth home to raiders," he said calmly. "They have shown kindness to let civilians leave. I, desptei having fought for peace, am not such a man. But you are an archivist. You can go in peace, and shall. Hand me your blasters, Ganna."

The woman seemd distraught, but did as she was ordered. "I wish you victory and life, Master Alestrani," the young woman said, an angry tone to her voice before she stomped off. Of course she was mad. She wasn't force-sensitive, but joined the knights in order to aid her own research and theirs--she'd been working under Vorhi since the order's founding to help re-design and implement the archives. And now, her master ordered her to abandon him. That same Master sighed sourly.

He had heard Ater's declaration. Of course, that was how the former war-monger Calico would paint it. Never mind his constant provocation of the Black Suns, or his constant arguing of preparation for war. Vorhi had advised against following the Sith blindly--and he had been ignored. Vorhi had advised against appointing so many Sith to the former Templars, now the Obsidian Knights, and he had been ignored. He had warned against constant aggression in foreign affairs, and he had been ignored. By Rostu. By Verd. And yes, by Calico.

He walked to a holonet, activating a Security override. He began helping to re-direct priority to evacuation maneuvers, particualry among hte laborers. The Rich had their own vessels and could handle the concept of "run and let the armies handle it."

[member="Ayden Cater"]

Vorhi then hit a main broadcast channel. The same one the Lord Protector had used. He began calmly, removing his hat. "My name is Vorhi Alestrani," he said calmly. "Given that you have been informed of so much by our expatriates, I can assume you know who I am, and why I speak. First, thank you for allowing a civilian evacuation. If anything that shows a true conscience within you. A conscience that I must appeal to."

"I am a child of history, Lord Protector. Both the lost and well-known variety. Druckenwell has fallen only twice in war, and both times, it took great skill and great losses. I implore you, with everything I am, if you believe bloodshed is the only way to redeem this nation, than you may try your hand at it. But, I cannot, and will not, in good faith, surrender to you. I cannot end the sovereignty of a nation that I have fought to strengthen and purify, that I had fought so well for laws and the will of the people to end in my surrender. I've no intention of killing your men, and will instead strike to disable. If you lose, any who fight me shall be returned safely to their families. I've lost too much to force others to know my pain," he said, 'looking' the holographic receptor dead in the eye, his blindfold a sign of calm, soft resolve.

"I will be at Notarra Starport, until every innocent is off this planet. If it can't be done in the time limit, then I will fight to protect them with every ounce of my being afterwards. If you believe that I, like many of the former rulers of this realm, must be deposed before the path of the CIS is set right, then, well, you are welcome to challenge me. I will listen to what you have to say. I know you never asked for the terms of a former government official with no real power, who serves only to advise, but those are mine. Good night, Lord Commander."

-End of long-winded transmission-

He sent a brief comm to the transmission. "I know I wasn't authorized to say any of that. You want my head on a stick, we'll discuss it later."

The usually cheerful Master of Teras Kasi was quiet and calm as he walked to a nearby sand-pit, raking it calmly to meditate before the war. This would determine many fates, including his. He would follow this path to its end. He would lead the evacuation. He would help these people. His life had hung in many balances before, it would do so again.

(OOC: Vorhi's gonna be very depressed most of this fight. Don't take it personally)