Not the Hero this city needs, but the Villains it Deserves! [OS/TU versus GR]

[Laira Darkhold]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gH0y3_-jX3o​

"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought with, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."- Albert Einstein​

Time: 2100 Hours Galactic Standard Time
Location: Chazwa System
Ship: Coreward Bound A-Class Bulk Freighter

Argul walked the bridge of the freighter, bearing a minimal crew of volunteers. They were well aware things for them were not going to go well. They would be lucky to make it out alive, but nonetheless they had volunteered. Their victory was assured, their purpose righteous, and their opposition weak. "Alright, we are running civilian tags and ID and hauling cargo." Scans would pick up a large number of living beings with in the hull as they were running food stuffs in the form of livestock to the planet Chazwa. Livestock in the form of a very hilarious Yuuzhan Vong Biot, praise be the friends from Selvaris for the little buggers. Hundreds of them teamed in the hold of the ship waiting to be released when the time was right. "Customs is gonna stop is in a sec. Follow all instructions they have for us. Just keep the HoloNet feed to the boss open as long as we can. As soon as they detect something fishy, we dump bugs on em and make like cake." Nods and laughs from the small crew erupted for a moment. Maybe this won't be a suicide mission after all.

~

Time: 2100 Hours Galactic Standard Time
Location: Five Light Years from Chazwa
Ships: Hra'nadetr Jair'Galaar-class Strike Cruisers (4)

I walked the Launch hangar of the cruiser with several quartermasters and ship's officers following, taking notes and issuing orders to the crew to comply with my wishes. "Clan Vereen forces will hit assisted by Sith and Techno Union leadership and troops. I think the first wave of drop pods should be sixteen gatecrashers, four firestorms, and four maelstroms each ship. Load the firestorms and maelstroms with additional ammunition and medikits as we can."

Quartermaster's changed their datapads ordering the change in Drop Pod configuration rapidly and the conveyor belts overhead began shifting to display this change. The assault would begin in minutes, and the warriors stood ready. Once the jump happened it would be two hundred twenty five seconds until reversion, and then only a few heartbeats until the drop. Every warrior was prepared and gearing up for the drop, fear non-existent, only pride and anticipation.

"Have the missiles changed half to disruptor warheads, half to Boarding Torpedoes. We can fire the disruptors first to cover for the boarders. There will be a lot of sharks in the void as soon as we get there." Up at the fore of the vessel the changes would be made post haste. It was here. It was all that mattered. Only the War.

 

[Urak]

Location: Chazwa System
Ship : Daisya Infiltrator
Mission : The Destruction of the Capital

War, what the Sith relish. "It is time Atrace, we must sack the capital. Ready the troops, it begins." Urak had been in Atrace's Daisya Infiltrator, an extremely advanced stealth ship gifted to him by a Sith Lord in an earlier invasion. He stood next to his brother, eager for the fight ahead. "Hopefully we have a little bit of fun from these weaklings, eh?"

Urak could see infront of him, ships amassing, heading for the capital. He knew this could prove deadly, but he did not care, for the Shadows were with him, along with his brother of course. There was nothing they couldn't do together, this might be the perfect chance to kill some Jedi, which they enjoy. He gripped his Lightsaber, though not activating it as it is not time yet, in eagerness. "Let's do this!"

[member="Darth Atrace"]

 

[Atrace]

Location: Chazwa System
Ship: Daisya Infiltrator
Mission: Sack the city, assist [member="Draco Vereen"] with ship support

Atrace stood at the entrance of his ship, men in One Sith uniform were storming the hangar of the 721st's capital ship, he would look at his men making preparations for the coming battle.

Atrace would look towards an officer "I want all of the ships at our disposal backing Vereens cruisers! fail me and trust me, I won't be happy!" He would step into the cramped ship sitting down at the control console "it's been a long time since we've done this..." He would flip some switches as the console lit up, the noise of the engines filled the hanger blocking any other noise out.

Moments later the entire 721st squadron would enter lightspeed, their destination [member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Atrace]

[member="Reydn"]

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Location: Chazwa
Ship: Star Wing II
Mission: Torch and Burn

Gray eyes settled on the world below him from behind the mask, as he sat behind the controls of the fighter, an eerie calm washed over his mind. He knew exactly what he was doing, his variant of the mass produced fighter was jet black, a crimson stripe down the center, besides that, it was no different than the four others which were slate gray behind him, all of them with the insignia of the One Sith on their wings. Flipping several switches he brought the crafts salvo online. Heavy hitting missiles, high speeds, and some of the best pilots in the One Sith would make up for the crafts maneuverability shortcomings. They were going to raze this world to the ground and be gone before anyone had time to react.

As his squadron formed up, he peered over at [member="Draco Vereen"]'s ships in the void before disengaging all the safeties restricting engagement. Increasing his throttle to maximum, the strike crafts jolted forward. It was time to go to war.

[member="Draco Vereen"][member="Darth Urak"]Darth Atrace

 

[Reydn]

Location: Chawza System
Ship: Imperial Starfighter
Mission: Find help.

Reydn kept on clicking buttons, until he finally found a manual in the databanks of the starfighter.
"Finally...okay, here we go."
He read some basic instructions and functions for the starfighter. He flies a little fast, trying not to maybe...explode.
Reydn notices a station. (Fleet Comm)
"Maybe I can get some help there...hopefully I don't die. Hopefully..."
Reydn flies toward it, docking.

[member="Darth Atrace"] [member="Darth Urak"]

 

[Mythos]

Location: On board Strike Cruiser.
Objective: Land and destroy.
Allies: The Glorious empire of the One Sith.
Enemies: The shattered remnants of the republic.

There was silence inside the strike cruiser even as it jumped from hyperspace and made it's way to the capital city of Chazwa, the capital of the fallen republic. In Contrumm Mythos had sword to bring the republic to it's knees once and for all, now it was time to fulfill that promise. Mythos adjusted his armor taken from the ancient sanctums of Atrisia, worn by the emperors of times past. It was a glorious armor, beautiful to behold yet impractical compared to armors used in the wars of the galaxy, still, Mythos wore it to inspire his warriors into greater feats of glory and victory.

Spoiler

The King of Atrisia raised his golden armored fist to his warriors as they slammed their weapons twice into the ground and steeled themselves for bloodshed. He wore no helmet, his axe hung mightily in his hands as the compartment of the strike cruiser opened to the whirling of destruction that was about to ensue. He force jumped out first than any of the soldiers behind him, but they tailed him just as quickly, the Jar'Kai were one of the might highly trained and powerful soldiers in the galaxy, and behind them landed several strike cruisers with the soldiers of Atrisia, ready to prove their worth to the Emperor of the One Sith and to their King in battle for the first time.

Behind him also was a special strike force of Gungan soldiers trained and armed with devastating weaponry that had yet to be unveiled, they packed special technology that allowed them to be extremely efficient in demolition due to their high charged explosives and deadly in hand to hand combat and assassinations, they were called the Shulzt Boomers, after their captain Wilo Shulzt who had proven to be a match even for a jar'kai captain. They began to rush into the capital via speeders armed with light weaponry, their mission was to plant explosives absolutely everywhere infrastructure was deemed to fall and kill every single republic personnel who stood in their way.

Mythos' axe found quick blood as soon as he landed from his jump and crushed a trooper beneath his heavy armor, splitting his skull in two with the axe and raising the bloody weapon high as the soldiers passed him. He let our a long war shout that crept into the hearts of those around him, taking from them their fear of death and pain,filling them with an insane sense of courage and victory. The ground trembled under their feet as their charged, tanks and artillery were soon to be unloaded as more and more strike cruisers came inbound.

"For the glory of the Emperor! For the Sith! Destroy the republic and cast it's ashes to the wind! We come as liberators from the chains of the Jedi!" The soldiers boomed in response to the force shout that split through the sound of blaster fire an plasma meeting plasteel and bone. "Today the republic dies"

With that he moved to the next trooper, as the clone was about to fire Mythos saw it, he saw the plasma bolt leave the chamber before it even happened, the Valthris crystal enhanced his senses to were he never had seen them before, he waved his left hand and forced the blaster to aim left, then he threw the axe with such force that when it landed it split the plasteel armor of the trooper in half along with his entire body. Mythos was right behind the axe, picking it up and moving to the next trooper. He would keep his promise to miss Danger, he would send her a letter hand written with ink made from republic soldiers, he would.

[member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Darth Urak"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust was aboard with [member="Draco Vereen"] helping his crew move things around and get ready, she was here because she worked for him and the republic made her unhappy with what they did to the company's under their planets....

She saw Draco coming and stopped bowing"Draco sir"she said then smiled walking beside him"when do we start deploying ...I mean me and you and whoever else is coming

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Time: 2108 Hours Galactic Standard Time
Location: Chazwa System
Ship: Coreward Bound A-Class Bulk Freighter

"Sir we are sitting in the Customs line. Looks like they are backed up from trying to be really thorough." The ship's sensor operator's voice rang out in Argul's ears. Not normally a good thing for a ship carrying really gnarly cargo that was so contraband the Customs Officers would cry tears of blood from aneurysms at the audacity. But, for a ship doing immediate pre-raid reconnaissance it just bought them time to sit back and wait. Feeding the Drahr'buir sensor data of the system. The more data he had the better he could plot the path in. The closer his new strike cruisers could get him and the army, meant for the surface. And without that army on the surface of the planet, those defenses would stay online and give the fleet in bound a pounding.

"Keep us in line. The boss is got a good feed via secure Holocomm. Unless they have an A-grade slicer on high alert to all ships making holocalls, they might not even notice." And that meant that more brothers would hit the surface in the first sixty seconds before all those guns could start putting them down. Time was of the essence, the jump was over soon. All he had to do was open the cargo doors once the boss made it in system and then all them buggers could occupy the fleet and defense force in high orbit while the ships made their approach.

~

Time: 2110 Hours Galactic Standard Time
Location: Chazwa
Ships: Hra'nadetr Jair'Galaar-class Strike Cruisers (4)

Voices could be heard echoing down the corridors of the ship as the launch bay and the warhead batteries were filled with troops and warriors and droids. The blue tunnel of hyperspace filling the view screens. "Entering planetary gravity well in five. Four. Three." The thrum of systems turning on and power diverting to a different section of the ship could be felt as the HIMS kept the ship from being forcibly yanked from hyperspace. A second longer and the stars reverted to lines, then pin points. The giant orb of the planet filling the ventral and side view ports as the ship finished its run parallel to the planet's surface. The ship named for a terrifying mandalorian predator, known for swooping on its prey and unleashing devastation on its prey was doing exactly that. Missiles and turbolaser fire filled the skies above the Capital of the Republic. Small ships unlucky enough to be caught within range were fired upon by ion cannons, and the larger vessels, the warships in system were targeted by turbolasers and warheads.

"Get in a fighter Star. That's where you can help best." His voice garbled by the annunciator. Not because he didn't want to be recognized, but because he had done it so many times before. To him his true face, his true voice, were represented in that helmet, in all its little and major alterations.

The large armored form of Draco Vereen ducked into a Drop Pod and pulled up systems on his HUD, peering through the massive list of data. A bit higher than he had wanted the ships to drop out at, but here they were, and down they went. Magnetic Accelerator Coils hummed with electricity and the pods sealed with a hiss. Then a single heart beat and nothingness, shot like a weapon for the planet's surface. Gatecrashers were made to hit subterranean fortresses, or in this case smash through the roofs of large buildings and deliver the painful payload of Mandalorian warriors straight to the heart of the enemy.

~

Time: 2111 Hours Galactic Standard Time
Location: Chazwa System
Ship: Coreward Bound A-Class Bulk Freighter

The sensors blared as ships dropped in from Hyperspace. It was on. Not good, not bad. Just fact. Argul rushed to the Cargo controls his fingers typing furiously as he entered in the open and unlock codes. Red lights flashed all over the bridge as it opened and vented the atmosphere with in it as the Grutchinya swarmed out by the hundreds. Part of him felt sorry for anyone that had to fight those things, cut off from the planet, way far away from the real battle on the surface and in low orbit.

"Alright, package opened, the can of worms is loose. Lets book it as fast as this heap will go." He doubted they would get very far, but if they did make it out they could sing their own songs.

[member="Darth Urak"] [member="Darth Atrace"] [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Reydn"] [member="stardust"]

 

[Rapax]

Location: On board Strike Cruiser.
Objective: Land and destroy.
Allies: The One Sith.
Enemies:The republic.

Rapax was with @Darth Mythos on board the cruiser he wanted to spend this carnage with his former master for old times sake this would be fun to scar the republic for once they scarred there capital it was high time we do the same thing and even better we have [member="Draco Vereen"] there to dish out the damage the republic shall taste our blades before they are drowning in a pool of there own blood

 

[Zhall Serth]

Location: Chawza
Ship: On a Hra'nadetr Jair'Galaar-class Strike Cruiser
Objective: Blow things up
Allies: The Sith currently attacking the planet

Zhall sat nervously in his bunk, awaiting the upcoming battle. It would be his first big one. He read over the document detailing what his objective would be. It was a very simple one. Infiltrate the the cruiser that would undoubtedly be guarding the capital with a few soldiers, plant a bomb on the main reactor, leave before the big bomb. This would possibly render the city completly defenseless against the incoming Sith fleet. Strapped his lightsaber to himself before meeting with the medium sized squad consisting of 20 men he would take on this hit-and-run mission.

Zhall made sure everyone was properly equipped as to not have minimum errors once they were on board the ship. The loadouts consisted of the standard issue blaster rifle, some grenades, and ion grenades incase droids became a issue. Zhall then meet with [member="Draco Vereen"] and asked the very simple question: "What are the chances I'll die?" he asked with a twinge of nervousness in his voice.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust nodded and turned"it'll be done my lord"she said as she turned and ran for her starfighter the thunder stat, a impressive upgrade of a xwing in both power and durability.... However it's speed was reduced

Climbing inshe sighed as her astromech helped her with starting the ship up"alright this is the thunder star preeping for lift off flight control are we clear to take off?" She said asking and would wait
[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Atrace]

Location: Chazwa System

Ship: Daisya Infiltrator

Mission: Crush the republic Fleetcomm Station

The Squadron would exit hyperspace now in orbit over the Republic planet, Atrace would issue an order to all ships to begin firing on the Fleetcomm Station.

The Daisya Infiltrator would exit the hangar, soon it would dissapear from view as it activated it's cloaking device. The ship would fly at an incredible speed towards the station, once close enough they would board the station.

"Are you ready for this?" He looked towards [member="Darth Urak"] "I'm ready to kick some republic ass!" Atrace would ease his ship over one of the Stations many hull breaches that were attained through the barrage of ship fire that had been going on for several minutes.

"Let's go!" Atrace would open the entrance to the ship, he would then walk out of the ship into the station.

 

[Nomkneer]

Location: Chazwa
Objective:help out with the clean up
Enemies: Republic
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Lord Mythos"]

"Approaching Chazwa system.." The captain gave the message to Nomkneer, the General of Atrisia and such powers give him some privileges like for example bringing two star destroyers called Millenial and Decimus that belong to [member="Lord Mythos"] and a few squadron of fighters. He began getting closer to the targets in front of Vereens cruisers, the kaleeshs' job was simple, destroy anyone in dracos' way. "I need one third of our fleets covering Dracos' fighters, the rest follow me, Millenial stay close we are waiting for instructions" Nomkneer gave orders to both star destroyers.

The fighters scrambled and everyone set into motion one third of the fighters that came with Nomkneer went ahead to back up the Vereen fighters. Nomkneer was sitting on the chair in the command room gazing at the view of the stars, thinking of strategic tactics to use in this upcoming disaster. The kaleesh had a lot of fire power with him and he wasn't gonna just bring two star destroyers, and a squadron of fighters, and not share some destruction.

The kaleesh felt like he was in control of the galaxy, he pet his akillian beast that is now one year and two months old, it is pretty big and it could use telekinesis but at a weak strength. The akillian beast would train sometimes but he would soon begin to be disciplined and transformed into a weapon for the sith.

Nomkneer was waiting to see what was the next move and how were we going to handle this situation, [member="Draco Vereen"] had the plans and General Nomkneer came to follow.

 

[Urak]

Location: FleetComm Station
Enemies : Republic and GA
Allies : One Sith

Urak was standing next to Atrace as he began to exit the ship. "Let's show them the true power of the Force, as these weaklings won't be anything but fodder." He followed Atrace out of the ship, into one of the holes created by our ship, as the battle happened all around. He activated one of his Lightsabers, and leaped inbetween about 20 enemies with standard blasters. They began to shoot at Urak, as he started to deflect them with his Saber back at them, killing about 5 of them in a very short amount of time. "Nothing but fodder, as i said." Urak said to Atrace.

He leaped backwards avoided more of the blasters, and used a force push to send a lot of them flying in the opposite direction. There was a corridor nearby that lead to hallway which Urak planned to go after finishing up this fight.

One of the enemies threw a thermal detonator at Urak, as the other troopers hit the deck. Urak flipped backwards and used levitation to push the thermal detonator backwards a few seconds before it exploded, killing a few more troopers. "Whew, that was close."

[member="Darth Atrace"]

 

[Reydn]

Location: FleetComm Station
Mission: Escape! Or survive!

Reydn lands in the hangar, and he gets out.
"Jeez, finally some space."
He looks around, seeing the pilots and troopers. The troopers spot him, and shoot near him.
"Whoa! Oh jeez, Oh jeez!"
He gets behind a couple of boxes and hides, occasionally shooting at the troopers with his blaster.

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Location: Chazwa
Ship: Star Wing II
Mission: Torch and Burn

As the strike fighters screeched towards the planets surface Cale's mind was clear of thoughts, his hands wrapped around the control stick and kept the pilot on course. Racing past orbital defenses the gunships knew their window to get in was closing fast, but they made it, just like they'd practiced. As space turned to sky the attack craft held close formation, making a beeline for [member="Draco Vereen"]'s landing zone. No words had been spoken between the squadron, none needed to be said, they had practiced and rehearsed this kind of strike for months and perfected it to the letter.

Within moments they were soaring over a Republic air base, troops scrambling to their defenses and pilots rushing to take off and combat the oncoming threat. With the flip of a switch and the pull of a trigger a barrage of ten concussion missiles streaked from each Star Wing, slamming into parked craft and derelict defenses, turning them into balls of fire as the One Sith craft streaked overhead.

@Reydn @Darth Urak [member="Nomkneer artzhul"] @stardust @Darth Rapax [member="Zhall Serth"] [member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Atrace]

Location: Fleetcomm Station

Ship: N/A

Mission: Blow it up!

Atrace smiled as the Republic troops flew back he knew it was his time to strike, he would run towards the troopers whom were now against the wall he would ignite his saber, with a flash of red and a few screams the troopers were reduced to smoldering corpses.

"We have to take this station down" He ran through the station corridor towards a group of troopers, he would raise his hand sending a spark of lightning towards the group hoping to immobilize them. His saber would strike through the group of troopers effortlessly as he sheathed his saber. Seeing no opposing force remaining, atleast in the current corridor he would pull out his holocommunicator, his intent was to call in units from his squadrons star destroyer. "These men show little resistance you may begin your approach."

"Yes my lord!" A tiny blue man on the holocommunicator would respond. Atrace would then begin walking further into the station

 

[Nomkneer]

Location: Chazwa (inside the Decimus)
Enemies: Republic
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Lord Mythos"]
Post:2

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkhwK6Wlod8


Nomkneer was waiting to see some changes or something new that would come up, he was right, a few giant ships came from behind the planet to give support to the republican fighters and thats when he knew what he had to do.

"you see those three ships coming from the back of the planet, i want 30 fighters to get close and try to take down their defenses, Decimus, Millenial prepare to fire and target those ships!"

Nomkneer was a little excited because he could see live destruction as if it was a movie on screens, the millenial and Decimus targetted the ships and were preparing to fire. The ships from the republic had great barriers but it was not enough for the amount of fire that was gonna rain upon them.

"flank the ships, Millenial are you ready to engage the target? fire!", "captain is the Decimus ready for fire? Fire!"

Nothing seemed impossible after seeing the destruction caused by those great machines.The barriers were severely overloaded and failed, the time was perfect for the decisive shot that would destroy that specific ship.

"the barriers of one of the ships are down prepare to fire Millenial"

The captain of the Millenial prepared to fire and it was gonna take some time for them to do that, they needed protection or else they would be destroyed and the giant ships were bringing on the offensive shooting as much as they could towards the star destroyers.

"I need more fighters to protect Millenial keep flanking and Decimus prepare your fire for command!"

Nomkneer cannot say that he is not having fun ordering people around in a ship, but as much of fun he was having in the ship, the stress was equal as he had to maintain the situation controlled and fire was the only way to control it.

"Millenial are you ready, fire!"

 

[Urak]

Location : Fleetcomm Station
Allies : One Sith, [member="Darth Atrace"], [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies : Republic and GA

Urak watched as Atrace finished off the rest of the troopers. Then began to follow him as he went through the corridor into the hallway to move onward from their location. Urak sped through the hallway with Atrace, Redirecting any blaster bolts coming towards him, back at the enemy, killing them. He finally made it out into a large room, with seemingly no one in it. Urak assumed most people were out fighting the Sith in other areas, so he began to look for the way to the main power room of the station.

"It seems no one is here, let's use this time we have to find out where we should go next." Urak said as he looked at Atrace. The room was well lit, and had 4 hallways leading out of it. "Hopefully a Jedi shows up. Now that would make my day." Urak then opened up his HoloCommunicator to signal to Draco Vereen and say, "We made it inside, we are on our way to the main power core to set some explosives and blow up this station."