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[Diamond Dog]

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A crisis befalls the people of WROONA. The terrible, genius DR. NF4R-10S has unleashed a weapon of great power: THE DREAD FORTRESS. A flying droid factory powered by a relentless molecular furnace. The vessel uses the natural forests of WROONA to fuel itself and its production of BATTLE DROIDS.

DR. NF4R-10S has built an ARMY OF DREAD which he threatens to unleash if the people do not proclaim him their Emperor. To prove he is serious, he has deployed this army against a small, yet culturally significant settlement deep in the wildlands.

Time runs out for the defenders of the settlement as they prepare for a desperate stand. The DOCTOR'S forces march forth to conquer the settlement and force the WROONIAN'S hand...​

Staying turned out to be the worse option.

Diamond Dog, Gank Bounty Hunter living on the edge of sanity, looked out across the verdant fields beyond the perimeter edge of the Wroonian settlement. Dozens upon dozens of droids emerged from the treelines. Many wielded blasters, others blades, many more held various kinds of nonetheless-deadly tools. Beyond them, on the horizon, a bright glow announced the terrible Dread Frotress of Dr. NF4R-10S.

DD really didn't understand much about ecological cataclysms or great dread fortresses, but he did understand credits. And violence. He had just concluded another errand for some client, when the local Wroonians had approached him with an offer of both. They were expecting an attack and needed all the help they could get until help could arrive. Not one to turn down good business--especially when it involved smashing up some droid central processing units--DD had graciously accepted the offer.

But as he now stood, alone against an army of unfeeling machines of death, he saw that this task might be beyond his abilities.

But surely there would be others who would come to the settlements aid?

// The singular thought behind this: "public thread, bad guys to shoot, 10 minutes effort per post."
It's supposed to be silly, cool, and light-hearted Star Wars fun. Feel free to jump in to help, or oppose, our daring heroes as they prepare to save all these poor Wroonians and their trees.

 

[Kyric]

<"How much further?"> Kyric asked the pilot over his commlink.

The kiffar, alongside any other Jedi he could muster on such short notice, moved about in preparation for the coming battle. They knew very little of the enemy and their forces. Requests for aid came through closely guarded channels maybe hours before, and those of the Order closest to Wroona mobilized quickly. Their dropship raced down from atmosphere at a jarring speed. The ship bucked with a wild turbulence brought about by the anti-air gun's fashioned into the Dread Fortress.

<"Sixty seconds, Karis."> the pilot answered. He spoke with the confidence of a man who spent more time in the air than on the ground. <"Prep-times over, kiddos. Get in the drop pod. I'll only manage a single fly-by with this much flak in the air.">

Kyric nodded to himself, then cast his gaze to the two Jedi he knew best among their makeshift strike team.

Kellan Jericho and Kas Larsen—both relatively new faces among the Order, not unlike the Kiffar himself. But the short history meant very little when Kyric considered the two men. He saw within them the very same strength his father, the late Sword of the Jedi, saw in the likes of Lucien Dooku and Maynard Treicolt. And the kiffar couldn't ask for much else when facing down an army of droids.

<"Time to lock in, gentlemen. We're lookin' at a real chit-show, here.">

Kyric stepped into his segment of the drop pod and yanked the metallic bars down over his chest. Affixed in place, the Jedi Knight tightened his grip around the cool durasteel handles and released a measured breath. He hadn't seen a fight like this since Coruscant, but he found excitement burning where normally he felt fear. Something had changed within the kiffar since his escape from the Obredaan prison almost a month back. He had found his fire again; thanks in no small part to the two Jedi beside him.

Without warning, the floor dropped out beneath their pod and Kyric watched the world's rapid approach with a broad smile.

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Tags: Kellan Jericho | Kas Larsen

 

[Trace Xyston]

Spoiler: Equipment

Main weapon: LO-44R
Secondary weapon: LO-12S
Tertiary weapon: LO-09M
Armor: LO-62C
Utilities: grappling hook gas grenade

The shuttle swooped down through the clouds, shaking and buzzing a bit as the stabilizers worked overtime to prevent the landing craft from being thrown into freefall due to their fast, powered descent. The green that appeared below might have been grass if one was not well briefed on the environment of Wroona. However, Trace and his team knew these were treetops. Trees that some local psycho used to power his flying factory.

Trace leaned over the Garz's shoulder, craning to see better out the viewport. The factory was about as big as recon had said; though that didn't make it any less terrifying. The more terrifying thing was the lack of intel on the numbers of wardroids that factory was producing. For all they knew, there could be a hundred droids, or there could be a hundred thousand all converging on this one village. Nevertheless, five Lilaste Order commandos were capable of things unbecoming of their numbers.

The shuttle pilot continued his nosedive towards a small clearing in the forest. 'Clearing' meaning an area where the branches intertwined between the trees looked like they could be flown through without any serious damage to the landing craft.

"Hang on back there, boys!" the pilot warned a bit too gleefully. Trace noticed his right hand was already gripping the overhead rail, and his left hand was pulling the strap around his waist even tighter.

The compensators sounded close to failure as the pilot pulled back on the yoke, leveling out the ship suddenly. The bottom of the shuttle made impact with the branches, crashing through with a torrent of noise heard even within the hold. Once the worst of the descent was done, Trace and his team unbuckled their crash webbing simultaneously and gathered their equipment. Trace grabbed a shockproof chest filled with explosives and other goodies, activated its small repulsorlifts, and hit the release by the hatch. The landing ramp unfolded, and grass (real grass) waited below, waving in the artificial winds created by the shuttle's repulsors.

Trace waited to be a bit closer to the ground before pushing the crate out and following it. He hit the ground and went into a roll, coming to a stop right by the crate. The whining of its repulsorlifts filled his ears, a steady drone amid the thumps of his four other comrades landing. The roar of the shuttle quieted as it lifted back out of the clearing and shot into the clouds, avoiding the hulking factory in the sky.

His heart was pounding in his ears, but he'd learned to listen over it. "Do you hear that?" he asked, taking a step towards the hut-tops in the distance. A thumping noise. He gestured to Rhomma, and immediately his fellow Twi'lek hustled forward, lekku swaying, and nestled in a space between the trees, taking out his https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/lo-600s.176738/ and peering through the scope. Trace grabbed the crate by the handle and moved through the tall grass to join him.

The entire squad knelt down in the dirt. Rhomma chuckled, but not in a humorous manner. "Yep. Battle droids. Approaching the settlement fast. I already see dozens of them. Probably hundreds more behind them."

Trace stood and shifted his weight. "Well. We brought explosives for a reason. Let's move in."

Kyric Diamond Dog

 

[Kas Larsen]

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Equipment: Kas' Gear
Tags: Kyric | Diamond Dog | Trace Xyston | Kellan Jericho
Mentions: Katarine Ryiah | Brandyn Sal-Soren | Briana Sal-Soren | Vizion Trozky | Aiden Porte | Judah Lesan
Location: Wroona | Dropship Pod
Objective: Stop the Droid Army | Defend the Settlement

All geared up and set for the task at hand. Kas listened to the comms between Kyric and the pilot. It was time to be that beacon of hope and light for the natives here. Kas supporting both Jedi Knights Kyric Karis and Kellan Jericho. A few encounters together in the short period of time the trio got to know one another. Respect and trust had been built - earned among the three. The young Jedi stepped to a drop pod in the ship flown.

Brought the metallic Durasteel bars down to secure them in place over his person. Adjusted himself and got as comfortable as one could get. After hearing the reports of this droid army it lit a fire of determination within Kas. He wanted to do Masters Brandyn Sal-Soren and Briana Sal-Soren proud in representing.

A calm breath exhaled out from Kas and released any tension he had. His master Katarine Ryiah entrusted him to be independent to go out there and stand for justice, peace and serenity. Dedicated to be a light for all.

Learned and trained from Masters Vizion Trozky , Judah Lesan and Aiden Porte it was time to put all the Jedi training he received together. In their honour, be the Jedi they all know he can be capable of.

<"I'm with you both masters. We will stand together and put a stop to the droid army."> Kas said on the comms. There was that confidence and determination tone coming from his voice. He was focused and ready.

The floor of the ship that the drop pod was within had vanished. This was it, time to confront the battle forces.