Techno Union Invasion of Rebel Alliance Geonosis

Caulder Dune · Jun 26, 2015

Location: S0616
Objective: Defend Position
Allies: The Techno Union, ([member="Darth Carach"]), ([member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]), ([member="Hion the Herglic"]), [member="Ayden Cater"]
Enemies: National Socialist Selectivist Worker's Party, (Oberschütze [member="Blane Nightfall"])

Forces:

002 ACS-501 Redeemer Main Battle Tanks (souped up)
002 MTATs
122 TA1 Battle Droids
080 TA2 Battle Droids
004 TA4 Battle Droids (souped up)

Equipment:

Obsidian Armor (additions: utility belt, wrist blaster, command and control terminal)
Nyax Arm Cannon V2-A
Electrum Hilt Lightsaber

Adekos watched with no small measure of satisfaction as the harassing bomber crashed into the earth, having been disposed of by the air support he called. With that abysmal little wretch out of the way, the real slaughter would begin. His satisfaction was then eclipsed by his pride as his earnest apprentice lobbed a bolder at the Rebel formation- particularly the one Rebel who appeared to be shouting orders. Adekos could feel the fear rolling off of this ill-fated rabble. They were retreating.

There was a sudden intensification of firepower on the Rebel's side, but by now it was too late to affect any real change. After that brief spurt, the return fire all but died. It was whittled down to just the rocketeers as the rest of them fled. It would have been simple to give chase, but Adekos found a trap to be far too likely. Those sociopaths had already tried to bring down a mountain. Who knew what other ludicrous encampments were ahead. No, Adekos was only getting as close to the Rebel airbase as he needed to be. And this was more than close enough, considering his artillery and anti-aircraft material had been untouched throughout this skirmish.

"They're retreating. Should we pursue?" One of the four TA4s lingering near Adekos and Jemmila inquired.

"No, let them run. Maintain fire until they're driven off."

A single rocket sailed from the Rebel position, smashing into the ground. Again, these were difficult to aim when under fire from an assorted legion of Talos-Series battle droids and about four main battle tanks. If his soldiers were unable to land a hit on those meddling rocketeers, Adekos would do it himself. There was a symphony of mechanical whirs and clicks as the Umbaran's cybernetic arm re-congfigured itself into the long range variant of the Nyax Arm Cannon V2-A. Adekos lofted his arm up to take aim, the targeting system built into his helmet allowing him to do so more precisely.

He locked on to the first rocketeer he found. With an effective range of some three hundred meters, this would be a cinch. He squeezed off one shot, a lethal ion beam flying through the air on a collision course with the Rebel in question. There was little hesitation or time between that and Adekos' move to the next one, locking on target, and then devoting a single shot to him as well. They would be dead men in the coming moments.

"Carach. This is Adekos. How are you?" Adekos spoke into his comms even as he scoured the field for a third rocketeer. He settled his sights on [member="Blane Nightfall"] himself.

Given the lack of communication or action from Carach, Adekos was now inclined to believe that the Sith Lord was not napping in his tank. Rather, Carach was probably in there with one of his dozens of assorted lovers, concubines, and consorts.

Adekos glanced at Jemmila. Good- still there.

"The Rebels who attacked us are retreating. Order your artillery to fire on the Rebel Airbase. You should have a clear shot now- don't let up until the airbase is rubble."

The targeting system pinged quietly, only audible to Adekos, as it acquired a lock on Blane. Less than a moment later there was another ion disruptor shot arcing through the air, intent on finding a home in the Rebel Commander.

Raziel · Jun 26, 2015

Location: U0709
Objective: Infiltrate rebel bass
Enemies: [member="Nyos Val"]
Allies: Capitalism [member="Zhol Kash Dinora"]

NPC Force:
S1518:
47th Artillery Battery: 2xPounder Heavy Mech (immobilised)
S1718:
12th Artillery Battery 5x J-1 Proton Cannons
GBAD: 2xF5 Buckler Anti-air walker
1xCRAM Spider
(Assume a FOO is going forward with troops to ridge)
Equipment:

Leaviathan Bracers
Quickfire 2 Holdout
Smart Grenade/Mine Launcher
Cryoban Grenades
Ion Grenades
Sonic Grenades
Thermal Grenades
Splinter Pistol
Lightsabers
Nightshrike Modular Stealth Armour
Back: Probe Droid
Wrist 1: Splinter Knives
Wrist 2: Wrist Blaster
Belt: Personal Cloaking Device

Raziel had always preferred walking into a fight, rather than rushing. Both literally and figuratively. There was another snap-hiss as his second blade was activated, this one in a short purple phase, and held in a reverse hand grip. Fighting with two long blades in a standard grip was something he reserved for dealing with soldiers in enclosed spaces, not duelling.

The cyborg ran, aiming to swing both blades and cut him in two. As he approached, Raziel stepped diagonally forward and to his left. It was a single manoeuvre, executed with grace, but not in a sluggish manner. Putting himself to one side meant the cyborg risked his own footing if he wished to bring about both blades. It took Raziel out of the direction of his frantic charge, whilst also having the advantage of putting him on the opposite side to Nyos of his Sith ally. A bad move when using blasters, but perfect when blades were the weapon of choice.

Raziel blocked with the short blade in his left, letting the Force guide him to the mark. Despite catching the blade near the tip, with the base of his own the shock of the blow reverberated up his arm. Damned cyborg could hit hard.

With the second blade, which would be a much more awkward strike for the Nyos given Raziel’s change of footing, he opted to parry with the long blade. He avoided arresting the full momentum of the swing, choosing instead to deflect its force.

The agile assassin stepped back, but immediately found another solid footing and struck twice in quick succession. The long blade stabbed straight out for Nyos’ leading foot. He then changed the swing and brought his left around. The left blade was on the short, dagger-length phase, but as it swung around in a wide arc – parallel to the ground at chest height – he used the force to flick the dual-phase switch. As the saber came about, it extended to full length, the colour shifting from turquoise to purple as the crystals realigned. Hopefully that would do someone to put his opponent off balance, he certainly couldn’t match the cyborg for raw strength.

Raziel started to tug at the edges of his opponent’s consciousness. It was a sentient mind, not a droid, that was obvious to any Force user. At this juncture he merely probed, searching for a gap for a subtle illusion.

NPCs:

Again and again the guns of the artillery batteries fired. The constant stream of proton rounds would have reduced the air base to rubble by now. The buckler locked onto members of [member="Lok Jorunn"] 's air force. It fired its remaining four homing missiles, than directly attacked with its combination of composite beam laser and flak cannon. The pilot requested re-arming as soon as possible.

Gorba the Hutt · Jun 26, 2015

Location: S0616 -> S0617 (Hion, NPCs remain at S0616)
Objective: Destroy Selectivist Airbase
Allies: The Techno Union, [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Adekos"] | [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] | [member="Cractius Stretus"] | [member="Kiran Vess"] | @Vrag
Enemies: Selectivist Scum, [member="Lok Jorunn"] | Tugoro Taidarious | [member="Blane Nightfall"]

NPC

x2 Warden Combat Cloud Cars
x24 MA-1 Armored Herglics equipped with x20 BTI-Reaver Repeaters and x5 BTI-HBCs

---
Personal Equipment:

x1 Greatsaber
x1 BTI-EHP

The shriek of aerial combat roared above the battlefield, drawing Orcus' attention. A pair of enemy bombers exploded into flame, but less than a minute later the two cloud cars were enveloped in enemy fighters in a desperate bid for air superiority. The Herglic's eyes widened with impotent rage as he witnessed one of the cloud cars take fire from three different ships and explode into a coruscating ball of flame. As their forlornness grew more apparent, Orcus' wrath continued to build.

"WHERE IS THE GROUND SUPPORT?!"

All affability disappeared as the tectonic plates of his emotions began to shift and shriek.

The other cloud car went down. He heard their desperate cries for help as they spiraled out of the sky, trailing smoke and flame, only to be eternally silenced by collision with the ground.

Orcus' restraint snapped. With a primal trill he seized a nearby droid and split it into sparking halves over his knee. He flung the parts into the dirt. A red mist circled at the edges of his vision. He stared up into the skies at the fighters who had taken down his cloud cars and with a malicious oath sucked in an enormous breath of air until he felt as though his lungs might burst. Then he expelled it all in a Force Bellow fit to shake the sky itself.

"HAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!"

The shockwave rippled into the air and out toward the enemy squadron circling above. Their shields might not be affected from the blast, but the sheer enormity of the disturbance in the air would sweep them from the skies and send them spiraling down to the ground, if Orcus had his way.

As he panted to recover his breath, his eyes turned toward a fighter that had broken off. He felt something. A presence? He clacked his teeth.

"Stay here," he ordered his MA-1 troopers.

Greatsaber in hand, he set off with a lumbering gait in the direction of the landing enemy craft. And woe betide the victims who stood in his path.

Laira Darkhold · Jun 26, 2015

Location: S0711
Objective: Kill [member="Nyos Val"]
Allies: Techno Union [member="Zhol Kash Dinora"] [member="Raziel"]
Enemies: Rebels [member="Nyos Val"]
Force:

ACS-503 Mythosaur Mobile Fortress (1) Immobilized 1316 Chillin
Equipped with (4) PLRA1-MLRS (used)
ACS-503 Mythosaur Mobile Fortress (1) 0616 --> helpin [member="Vrag"] with stuff
Equipped with (4) PLRA1-MLRS (used)
ACS-503 Mythosaur Mobile Fortress (1) 0616 --> helpin [member="Vrag"] with stuff
Equipped with (4) PLRA1-MLRS (used)
ACS-501 Redeemer Battle Tanks (6) 0616 --> helpin [member="Vrag"] with stuff
Infantry (30) S0711--> Killin Rebs in da Base
ACS-004 Immortal Battle Armor
MM9 Wrist Rocket
DUR-24 Wrist Laser
ZX Czerka Flamethrower
Cybernetic Body Enhancement
ACS-205 ADWS w/ Viper 2 Grenade Launchers
DX-2 Disruptor Pistols
Class-A Thermal Detonators (4)
Group has PLX-1 Portable Missile Launchers (3)

The cyborg wasn’t interested in a close match, he appeared to me looking forward to being dominated by a pair of Masters instead. Well, I might as well help. There isn’t much way he is going to like fighting me the shadow, and the alchemist in close quarters, certainly not for long. I let my rifle fall to the floor, alright, not a lot of options since my allies are so close to him, I can’t risk missiles, grenades, flamethrowers, or dragon’s breath. But I can certainly risk physically dominating him and smashing him to parts with a Power Mace. I reached over my shoulder, gripping Taak’Shukur and releasing it from the mag-clamp letting it fall into my hands. Its weight felt good, and the cyborg was occupied with the Shadow, even still I needed to be careful about how I got over to him. I couldn’t rush him too quickly. Still, one burst of the jump pack landed me close and then he was just a few steps away.

Gripping the mace at the thirds, I swooped forward, he was facing away from me. Cybernetically enhanced myself, I could smash duracrete bricks with just my hands. Add in the shockwave generators from the mace, and a clean hit was likely to splinter bones and sunder durasteel. Likely, though not guaranteed. I swung the mace low for the back of his left knee. Mobility was key in combat, and without a leg, he wouldn’t be mobile. At that point it would just be however long we decided to make him suffer.

Outside the battle was going poorly for the rebels. Many of their troops had been slain, their structures in relative ruins, and their heroes were being forced to combat, outnumbered. With their shields guarding the troops of [member="Vrag"] and their guns punishing their foes it would only be a matter of time until the Rebel Alliance broke under the weight of the Techno Union. The mighty walker turned its air defenses sky-ward providing a danger zone above the Sith Lady’s troops, they turned their autocannons on the Infantry of [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] and pelted his infantry with dual heavy laser cannons.

Prime · Jun 26, 2015

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Eliminate Enemy Runtimes[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Techno Union, and similar runtimes. [member="Orick T'ane"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Rebel Alliance, and similar runtimes. [member="Oddball"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Windows: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Structural weakness, will not be using them.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]1418[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Units of background noise that I'm too lazy to count[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]

[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Engaging other NPC Background Hoo-has[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA1 Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/34236-ta1-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (120) -> (93)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA2 Super Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/38899-ta2-super-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (54)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA4 Ultra Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/49776-ta4-ultra-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (16)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Icon-class Personal Shieldshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/58619-icon-class-personal-energy-shield/[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Following Prime to rid the galaxy of one more failed science experiment[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA4 Ultra Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/49776-ta4-ultra-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (3)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Icon-class Personal Shieldshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/58619-icon-class-personal-energy-shield/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]

[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Prime did not tire. This was why droids were infinitely more useful than organics. Prime, due to Marek taking loving care of Haor Chall at one point, in his career, the droid was made of a more resistant alloy. What the droid really needed was an oil bath and probably go to a daiye spa for a week. Prime did not know how to spell, nor did Prime care. Prime worried about warfare and ending this conflict. Prime had zero to lose, because Prime was a droid.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Prime was here to defend the organic known as T'ane.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Prime's programming was recognizing the pattern, and what was going on. It knew Orick was making a move. Reloaded the droid understood that Orick was moving to engage. Prime stepped from cover,and began opening fire, using an algorithm to guarantee the safety of the Mando and maximum attack spray in the direction of the Clone. Threat computer processing power was increased with the loss of need for the limb. Prime was.. efficient.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Prime was not ashamed of taking cover when God-Creator lives would be better served by its existence.[/SIZE]

Lok Jorunn · Jun 26, 2015

Location: S0617 -> S0717 (Lok), S0612 -> S0201 (NPCs)
Objective: Eliminate hostile (Sith/Techno Union) forces; ensure survival of Rebel Alliance.
Allies: [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
Foes: [member="Vrag"], [member="Hion the Herglic"], [member="Kiran Vess"], [member="Silara Kuhn"]
NPCs: Crimson Aces

12 x T-65XJ3 X-Wings (Not including Lok's personal X-Wing)

6 x Scurrg H-6 Bombers (Modified with Bomblet generators) [2 Total Casualties]

Personal Gear:

Yellow-bladed Lightsaber

CZ-840 Combat Shotgun (All ammunition types)
CZ-835 Machine Pistol (All ammunition types)
Browncoat Datalogger
Bodo Baas Gunbelt
Military Mobility Shield
Bloodwalker Boots
Beige Rebel Flight Suit w/ Thinsuit

The best part about being an irregular fighting force was the retreat. The invading armies and fleets always thought they had you on the run with your tail between your legs. In actuality, it was a strategic regroup to lure them into positions where it would be filled with a multitude of ambushes, traps, and a ton of other unpleasant surprises. Fighting these kinds of battles came second nature to the pilots of the Crimson Aces and once both of those Cloud Cars had been dealt with, they triggered their afterburners and bugged out. The bombers had long since gotten ahead of them to stay safe, so they were relatively far away enough to dispel any possibility of surface-to-air contact.

But they were wrong.

Homing missiles and flak came from the forces of [member="Raziel"]. The missiles were easily dealt with as the Crimson Aces allowed the warhead to close in before popping their electronic countermeasures, sending the projectiles spiraling elsewhere in the sky. And as for the flak, it merely required a raise in altitude as they blasted away at over a thousand kilometers per hour. Safety was usually assured when you bailed out of an engagement.

It was an entirely different thing on the ground, however. Lok had been tramping through the craggy plains and rocky mesas of Geonosis for a solid five minutes now. The Technope Union shouldn't have been able to triangulate the location of his landed fighter but they were no doubt dispatching search and destroy teams this very instant. Lucky was a good enough pilot to pull their bird out in a jiffy but Lok was the one trekking through hot, arid territory all by his lonesome. While in the air, he'd gotten a good look at the surrounding terrain and had managed to copy a holographic map onto his Datalogger and was now moving as fast as he could.

It was hot.

It was dusty.

It was a bit annoying having to watch your step every two seconds.

Geonosis sucked.

Cractius Stretus · Jun 26, 2015

Location: S0616
Objective: avoid getting his head blown off
Allies: TU [member="Hion the Herglic"], [member="Adekos"]
Enemies: RA Blane Nightfall
Cractius saw the Boulder coming in, and quickly dove out of the way, all the while boots from the DC smashing into the ground around him. Cractius saw that the Rebs were running like the little cowards they were, and decided now was not the time to engage in along and bloody duel, and instead kill as many of the runts as possible. Cractius used the force sense that was largely untrained and launched himself high into the air, hoping to land on the rockets, the result was Cractius slamming into the ground and a significant "Ow" mixed in.

Cractius decapitated one, gutted another, and sliced a third in half. The remaining soldier ran for his life. Cractius sighed, drew his blaster, and shot the man in the back of the head. Cractius then strolled calmly back to his allies, shooting a wailing soldier with a stump of a lower arm and a missing leg lying next to his head, where Cractius shot him.

Orick T'ane · Jun 26, 2015

Location: 1418
Objective: Smash the Tube-Baby : Orick Lives
Allies: [member="Dagora-Kel"] [member="General Mayhem"] [member="Freanne"]
Enemies : [member="Oddball"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imms344aJ44

The momentarily crash of armored bodies caused a flash of light in his eyes and his head rang from the violence of the movement. He managed to hold onto his pistol, but just barely and he knew he needed to get untangled from the clone as quickly as possible.

Orick saw the blade and his cybernetically enhanced body reacted as quickly as it could. He felt cold metal against his flesh, but his movements were fast enough to avoid a good portion of the damage. He rolled clear and raised his arm right arm, he aimed for the clone and let loose with an explosive dart. He knew that he would be caught in the blast as well, but since he wouldn't be hit with it, he was sure that he would feel the concussive force of the blast. He saw the dart fly towards the clone and he kept rolling, hoping that he could at least survive the blast and regain his senses before his opponent could.

The fighting around them became background noise, Orick and the clone were the fight that would decide who won the FOB. Both knew it and both were going all out to ensure that they were the one standing when it was all over.

Gear

Sledgehammer assault rifle
Heavy blaster pistol
Cybernetic Body Enhancement
Armor
Darts x12

Forces no one cares about

4 Acklay Class IFV [26] (50 total droids left)
16 Clanker Battle Droids w/ Icon Class Personal Energy Shields, 3 Thermal Detonators, 3 Concussion Grenades
5 x IFV http://starwarsrp.net/topic/56200-acklay-ifv/
Each with:
16 Clankers http://starwarsrp.net/topic/12713-csbx-04-clanker-battle-droid/
1 Confederate Hunter-Killer Droid( support) http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35574-confederate-hunter-killer-droid/ 1418 attacking rebel troops
[135]

3xACS-501 Redeemer Battle Tanks [100]

3xCRAM Spider http://starwarsrp.net/topic/55238-cram-spider/ [30] 1417

3xF5 Buckler http://starwarsrp.net/topic/43105-f5-buckler/ [30] 1417

5xConfederate Hunter-Killer Droid( support) http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35574-confederate-hunter-killer-droid/ [5] 1418
[300]

Oddball · Jun 26, 2015

Location: Techno Union FOB
Objective: Beat a smuggler and a droid.
Allies: Rebel Alliance [member="Jarven Zexxel"]
Enemies: TU [member="Prime"] [member="Orick T'ane"]

Since the droid had started firing while Orick was atop Oddball the clones Dreadguard didn't really need to worry about the bolts impacting him and murderizing his face. And adding in the droids heavily damaged optic it was highly unlikely that the bolts would even hit Orick. But Oddball's shots had missed and this meant he needed to start moving fast and hard if he was still going to win this. Catching a bit of flesh with the Blade Oddball saw flicks of scarlet splash against it and the smuggler in Beskar was smart enough to move away and roll off of the clone or face another stab to either the neck or hip.

So Oddball joined in the rolling as well knowing more bolts and more than likely more things that went boom were going his way. When he was entangled in the close quarters grip of combat he had noticed the man's dart launcher and the ordnance he was carrying, and to sum it up it wasn't the fun kind that was filled with drugs that made you see funny colors. So as Oddball rolled away he grabbed at his belt and threw down a Particle shield grenade. When the explosion went off Oddball could still feel the heat of the blast but the kinetic energy that would of ruptured his eyeballs simply splashed off the shield and dispersed. But Oddball had to think fas- *clink* A noise hit Oddball's boot and he looked down to see the fallen body of a comrade holding onto a blaster rifle and grenade launcher attached to it, Lady Luck was still on his side today.

Groaning in pain as reached down to quickly grab the rifle as his stomach and shoulder wound burned white hot agony into his system. Keep fighting, always keep fighting. Standing up with the rifle in hand and the pistol firmly in his holster he started to spray automatic blaster fire at the mando. And since this thing was loaded with a gas canister he had four hundred rounds of ammunition to spare, screw reloading. As the shield faded Oddball's gaze turned to the droid behind cover and knew it was time to send him to the great computer in the sky.

*Thoomp! the launcher sounded as a 40mm grenade headed right towards the robot behind cover.

Oddball let out a primal roar to the Mando and his droid as he continued to spray blaster bolts at the two of them, screw cover and screw the union, they fucked with the wrong clone today.

NPC: Background noise

NPCs
140 Rebel Troopers with jet packs
75 with blaster rifles
40 with rocket launchers
13 with LMG blasters
15 with anti tank sniper rifles
3 drop ships

Oddball's gear

Weapons
Viccae Assault Rifle.
The Good Samaritan.
DC-18

Grenades
Ray shield grenade.
Particle shield grenade

Gadgets
Exosuit.
Augmented Shooting Tool.
Ysalamari.

Armor
Clone Commando Armor

Gorba the Hutt · Jun 26, 2015

Location: S0616 -> S0617 (Hion, NPCs remain at S0616)
Objective: Destroy Selectivist Airbase
Allies: The Techno Union, [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Adekos"] | [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] | [member="Cractius Stretus"] | [member="Kiran Vess"] | [member="Vrag"]
Enemies: Selectivist Scum, [member="Lok Jorunn"] | [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] | [member="Blane Nightfall"]

NPC

x24 MA-1 Armored Herglics equipped with x19 BTI-Reaver Repeaters and x5 BTI-HBCs

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Personal Equipment:

x1 Greatsaber
x1 BTI-EHP

Long, ponderous strides carried Orcus swiftly across the red soil of Geonosis. Large, booted feet pulverized the earth. Foes and allies alike crossed his path. He left them in pieces in the crimson wake of his wrath. Still he drew nearer the presence until at last he stood on a rocky outcropping and stared down at a lone figure. Light fingers whispered across the troves of his memories.

"I remember you," his voice rolled across the nigh barren plain, rich, oily and impossibly deep. Nothing stood between them but russet dirt. "You used to have a people. A cause. Did you abandon principles to fight for reckless cowards who would envelope the galaxy in chaos?"

The lit great saber hummed eagerly in Orcus' right flipper. In the left he held his blaster pistol. Both hands squeezed so tightly around the weapons that they creaked in protest. A sea of power rose within him, drawn out by anger's tide. He drew upon the Dark Ocean, letting it roll around him, a crushing mass of fury, as bitterly cold as the water's deeps.

He cut a figure on that outcropping, tall and wide against the sky. The alabaster of his chest could barely be seen beneath a caking of red soil and dried blood. Traps like mountains shrugged as he rolled his shoulders, anxious for the fight.

"Hauum. Answer me, filth."

Kian Karr · Jun 26, 2015

Location: Currently on the move from 0511 south toward [member="Darth"] Venefic's forces (heading toward 0716)
Objective: Hunt some Sith
Enemies: Techno Union, [member="Darth Venefica"], [member="Greta Kohler"]
Allies: Rebel Alliance

NPC Forces:
230 x Republic Commandos (-10)
20 x EMBU Droids (-2)
20 x YVH-2 Droids (-2)

For a moment in time Kian believed the attack had worked, he believed he had taken the Sith by surprise and would soon land a blow......but Kian had over-committed himself too early in the fight. As his saber came down for the strike, he saw the Sith's hand go up and the telekinetic blast sent him backwards and directly into the stream of blaster fire coming at him. The apprentice who had been out of the fight, attacking Republic soldiers, had come back into the fray at just the right time.

However, Kian wasn't without defenses, and as he found himself sent backwards, he brought his saber up to intercept the blaster bolts coming at him. His saber collided with the bolts, some sent helplessly aside, but the majority sent back at the apprentice and a few redirected toward the Sith Lord to cover Kian from attack as he regained his footing. As he landed with a thud and came up from a roll, he felt a sharp sting in his side. Kian's attack had put him out of position to defend from the initial bolts and one had managed to make it in past his blade, colliding with the armorweave cloth of his robes. The pain in his ribs told him that he would have a heck of a bruise there in the morning.

Kian advanced back towards the two, more cautiously this time. The cloud of debris had died down at this point and the air around the trio had cleared. Kian, reaching out with the force as he slowly advanced, lifted a head-sized rock into the air and sent it sailing at the padawan's back. Kian timed his attack and just as the rock took off toward the girl, he darted forward with a measured cut at the Sith Lord's left shoulder. Kian halted the attack, however, in a feint and pulled back, dropping the blade down in a sweep for the woman's knees.

Kian believed he was beginning to get the measure of the Sith Lord....a single handed grip indicating Makashi combined, interestingly enough, with a preference for force attacks over saber work. Needless to say, Kian wasn't planning on anymore reckless attacks against his foe and a budding respect began to form in his mind for his adversary.

Seraphina Shel'tah · Jun 26, 2015

Location: 0814
Objective: Fight Marek
Allies: Rebels / Republic
Enemies: The One Techno Sith Union ( [member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] NPCs )
NPC Force:
3x Valkyrie Heavy Dropship
6x Z-50T Siege Tank
2x Z-10T Main Battle Tank
73x Republic Soldiers

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=it_04dk_97E

Let the trumpets blow with your appearance

I can almost hear it

My best friend, best friend

When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit

Behold these lyrics

I got a best friend, best friend, Yeah

With the whirling of the air kicking sand up and across the dunes Sera could feel the internal struggle between Marek and his emerging inner darkness. Through the swirling of debris her eyes caught sight of the orange blade and the signature snap-hiss of his lightsaber as he marched forward towards her. She could see the light in his soul fading, subsiding to release the darkness, hatred, and rage that dwelled within. Her ears caught the voice as it called out for her. A few steps forward and her feet halted, her hands held low parallel to her body, wrists facing outwards as her thumbs lightly caressed the activators, sending both blades from their resting place within to life. She could feel he wasn't looking for a response to his calling, and so she would let the flashing of her purple and green sabers answer on her behalf. See, she was different from the other masters of the Order. While Corvus and Kian both favored the peaceful route by offering opponents a surrender that they never took anyway, Sera simply did what had to be done. She put the dogs down.

Her eyes were hindered more so than Marek's would be, as his armor provided substantial visual protection, so at times she would need to rely more on Force Sight than physical sight. Such was the necessity of the situation, and she could adapt where required to compensate for her own shortcomings. While the pair were near engagement, the Republic forces began to clash in close quarters with [member="Tmoxin Temi"] 's own, exchanging shots, punches, etc. The battle would soon become chaotic as they melded together. However despite this, it appeared that the commander would continue to fire artillery on her own soldiers in an attempt to destroy her enemies. In an attempt to move out of the way of fire, the force would begin to move down into the valley where the ridge would provide cover from two sides, not that they wanted to spare the lives of their enemies, but they needed to in order to survive themselves.

Once Sera got a clear visual of Marek, her sabers would lift and adjust to a fighting position, the green blade in her left hand held horizontally across her slender body, while the purple saber remained by her right side, prepared to parry or block upon his advance.

Orick T'ane · Jun 26, 2015

Location 1418
Objective Get this obnoxious thing over with already
Allies [member="Prime"] [member="Freanne"]
Enemies [member="Oddball"]

As Orick rolled away he saw the shield go up and he cursed. The blast was stopped but it pushed at him and sent him rolling away faster. He felt the blaster bolts flying around him, some impacting along his armor, but it held. As he stopped rolling he saw the shield fade and the clone turned to aim at the [member="Prime"]. With a smile Orick fired another dart and crawled into cover.

Nyos Val · Jun 26, 2015

Locations: Foundry Catacombs
Objective: Survive
Allies: None Near
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Raziel"] [member="Zhol Kash Dinora"]

Nyos wasn't too surprised the smaller Sith was able to move out of the way, it was a prolonged attack, distance to cover and what not. The man deflected both blades and made for his own attack. In response, Nyos planted hard on his lead foot and kicked back, spinning horizontally between the two attacks, while keeping is blades out to deflect the incoming attacks outward. As he rotated, Nyos caught wind of the incoming Mandalorian wielding a power mace. As soon as Nyos landed off his evasion, he leapt over the mace right into the Mandalorian with a powerful shoulder chuck.

Hopefully the power was enough to catch the mandalorian off balance. Being this close to his enemies, the beam from the Alchemist should have difficult time scoring a hit without hitting her allies. Nyos thrust the hilt of his blade at the throat of the Mando, aiming to disable him.

Corey's OOC · Jun 26, 2015

[SIZE=11pt]Location:[/SIZE] [SIZE=11pt]1317, firing on 0511 with Redeemers and J-1 Artillery, Extreme weather Warning around the character.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Marek entering 0815, tornado dying down to a really cranky sand storm, changing the battlefield atmosphere around him. Moving to directly engage Pinky[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Allies:[/SIZE] [SIZE=11pt]The Techno Union, Weather Channel, Dark Side, dead bodies lending him their fluids, sand, heat, death, and a host of classes in planetary sciences, chaos. And that guy playing the guitar on the Fury Road, The Legend of Brad Skywalker, and maybe the soldier [member="Tmoxin Temi"], if she stays out of [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6666669845581px]the[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] way.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies:[/SIZE] [SIZE=11pt]Communism, light siders, Rogue Squadron, the Rebel Alliance, Galactic Republic, the Peace Corp, Yuuzhan Vong, women who clone children from him, order in the galaxy. And most importantly the slave-girl [/SIZE][member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Beat up the Pink Jedi[/SIZE]

NPCs that no one is caring about now?
[SIZE=9pt]

[/SIZE]

Music

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOqdw7duKHg

Marek Starchaser didn't leave here.

That was bantha chit.

Marek was still there, sort of. He knew what was going on, but he knew better than to fight it. There was a war going on, and there was no place for a man with his skill set, the business and entertainment skill set in a battlefield. He would have to fight this battle later. Right now? He didn't feel like he was going to be put in a box, he was willingly giving up control of his body, letting himself be dominated thoroughly and completely for the greater good of the Techno Union, but someone who understood combat, war and how to utilize the dark side in the most destructive manner possible.

Of course, it wasn't going to go above and beyond what skills Marek had, or had forgotten. No.

That was what Marek thought. Marek was not living here. Peregrus was going to ensure that. Giving him control? What was this, the Senate? You didn't GIVE control over. You didn't just stop fighting because someone else was more convenient. No. You fought to survive. You fought to stay in control. You didn't just submit to those who would take everything from you. This wasn't some place where you could call red, and the show would be over. No, the one giving up control didn't have any power here.

This was Peregrus.
This was war.

The storm continued to rage, fueled by the single mind of Peregrus and no longer the finesse that Marek Starchaser had brought are it, to create the tornado. This was pure rage and dark emotions. Behind the helmet, which was streaming data across Peregrus's eyes, there was a dark grin. It was known to him, and the pure intent he had here would be radiating off him in the Force. He was not a loner Sith who made you think you're secondary school emo kid was full of sunshine, no. He was full of dangerous intent.

The lightsaber in his right hand, the orange blade was sparking as all manner of sand and dust were hitting it, becoming vaporized.

The Jedi didn't want to talk? Good.

Peregrus made the muscle twitches that were second nature for Marek and activated the Razorhawk system, jumping and closing the distance with the Twi'lek, the system being turned off line so Peregrus/Marek would land on his feet and skid into Seraphina, the orange blade raised and going for her left him in a two-handed, slash, coming from his right to left, the target, obviously being her hip.

Let the games begin.

Jarven Zexxel · Jun 27, 2015

Location: Wall?...I have this leg...Yay?
Enemies: [member="General Mayhem"] [member="Freanne"]

He crumpled against the derelict section of wall that was sticking out of the sands. His shotgun was somewhere, but he had no clue as to where. His body was starting to feel a lot of pain all over his body and his mind responded with waves of anger and intent. Ideas such as survival were going out the window as he became increasingly angrier. He couldn't feel the torment his body was going through. He just wanted to scrap this tin can, consequences be damned. He stood up, held the leg in his arms, and was charging forward with it pointed at the droid's neck. That's when the sniper fire came. Blaster scores gouged the phrik armor, but shots meant to down his chest ended up hitting the leg itself. The combined force against the leg snapped it in half and he fell on his back.

More aches. More bruises. His chances after this invasion weren't looking good, but that didn't matter in this moment. Jarven was tired of stronger people stomping around the galaxy and breaking whatever they felt like breaking. Today, he would try and prove that the smaller guy could win.

Being prone didn't last long because he swiveled on the sand, got on all fours, and charged at him from there, going faster than running. He would attempt to pounce on the droid's off-kilter torso and start using his vamblades to quickly stab at his opponent's neck. After thoroughly stabbing the neck more times than Gaddafi was stabbed in the butt, he would yell with rage, grasp the under sides of his opponent's head, push with his feet against the droid's chest, and try to pull the droid's head off with all his might.

Tugoro Taidarious · Jun 27, 2015

Location: 0715
Enemies: TU, [member="Vrag"]
Allies: RA
Objective: Fight

Standing his ground firmly, Tugoro would continue to defend himself from the rapid onslaught of thud-bugs, his blue colored saber slicing into their flesh as his arms and wrists employed tight blade work. Knowing he couldn't keep it up forever, the young Knight had already devised several plans of attack he could launch against this Sith lady. After evaluating her equipment, the boy moved onto her fighting style, slowing her perception of the world around him as his opponent sprung forth. Tugoro was immersed deeply in the force, and thankfully his danger sense was as reliable as ever. With increased speed and strength, the Jedi would hop backwards, swinging his blade arm forward in a wide circular motion in front of his torso.

The stab would be knocked off course as his saber collided, saving him from deaths grip as he delved into Djem So. Being a practitioner of Makashi himself, the Knight recognized when it was being used, and knew its weakness. Having slammed Vrag's saber off trajectory, Tugoro would attempt to take advantage of the opening, lifting his arm quickly and pointing his fingers forward at the Sith. Putting his vast connection to the force to use, Tugoro would tap into his light side energy, channeling it through his arm and into his hand. Thanks to his training, the Knight would hurl forth streams of emerald lightning at his foe, hoping to make contact with her and drain her stamina. He knew it wouldn't be enough to take her down, but he was still testing the waters.

Komo · Jun 27, 2015

Location: 0716
Objective: Get hit by a rock
Enemies: [member="Kian Karr"] | Rebel Alliance
Allies: [member="Darth Venefica"] | Techno Union

Forces

x 2 AT-HK
x 20 Desert Stormtroopers
x 20 Imperial Jumptroopers

After she fired those bolts, the whole battle turned into a whirl of action as multiple things when on at once. Greta was well aware that the blaster bolts she fired would be deflected if the Jedi Master had so much as swung his blade against them. She thought that she had caught him unaware, but alas, luck was not with her today. Seeing his head turned in the direction of the bolts, she moved into a evasive stance, dodging the return bolts as they came.

Blasted nugget.

She wished that she had remembered to bring along a slugthrower as well. She heard that ones with verpine ammunition worked really well. Oh well, work with what you have. The Jedi had deflected the blaster fire with such an ease, that she now had to think twice before letting loose like that once more. The girl saw a slight wince from the Jedi, and she reckoned that a lucky bolt or two had managed to go through. Ok, so maybe luck was with her, just a tad.

The Jedi advanced towards the pair, ever more cautiously to avoid a similar situation as before. The cloud of dust had pretty much cleared now and their visibility of each other was starting to improve. Greta was so focused on the front and the Jedi, that when she saw him raise his hand into the air, she quickly realised what was happening, and quickly turned around only to see a sizable rock flying towards her.

The girl quickly fired her heavy blaster rifle at the rock, but it had been too quick and too sudden, for her to evade being hit at all, and although the blaster fire has reduced the size of the rock, It still struck her squarely in the chest, knocking the wind out of her as she fell to the ground. The armour she wore had prevented any form of serious injury, but that would leave one hell of a bruise. Meanwhile, the battle between the two masters would continue on, as the girl caught her breath. As she landed on the floor seeing stars, Greta but uttered one phrase. Luck was definitely not with her at all.

"Blasted Nugget."

Prime · Jun 27, 2015

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Eliminate Enemy Runtimes[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Techno Union, and similar runtimes. [member="Orick T'ane"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Rebel Alliance, and similar runtimes. [member="Oddball"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Windows: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Structural weakness, will not be using them. However, may invest in personal shields in the future.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]1418[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Units of background noise that I'm too lazy to count[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]

[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Engaging other NPC Background Hoo-has[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA1 Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/34236-ta1-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (120) -> (93)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA2 Super Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/38899-ta2-super-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (54)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA4 Ultra Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/49776-ta4-ultra-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (16)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Icon-class Personal Shieldshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/58619-icon-class-personal-energy-shield/[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Following Prime to rid the galaxy of one more failed science experiment[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]TA4 Ultra Battle Droidshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/49776-ta4-ultra-battle-droid/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] (3) -> (2)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Icon-class Personal Shieldshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/58619-icon-class-personal-energy-shield/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]

[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Prime was not happy. Prime was not angry. Prime was Prime. This included the fact that Prime was here to terminate this runtime known as Oddball. And protect the runtime known as Orick T’ane. Programming was causing Prime to appear as if it was hiding. It was strategic. Typically Prime was going through worthless soldiers, eliminating them and causing their government to spend money on fancy funerals and tearful letters home.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]This gave Prime a sick joy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]In its programming banks, the Rebel Alliance could not afford stamps. Prime made a signal to use the TA-4s that was nearby. As the unit came by, Prime initiated Sacrifice-To-Survive Protocol. The droid removed the Unit’s Icon-Class shield and as soon as it heard the shot from the grenade launcher, its visuals were messed up, but sound detection equipment were fine, it activated both shields, and pushed the TA-4 away, into a line of sight with Oddball, where it started firing, focusing its attention on the super clone that may have a love affair with Lady Luck, knowing that it surely met its deactivation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Prime did not care.[/SIZE]

Velok the Younger · Jun 27, 2015

Location: Foundry catacombs
Objective: Force choke
Enemies: [member="Nyos Val"]
Allies: [member="Raziel"] [member="Draco Vereen"]

As her attacks kept missing, Kash indulged herself in a tasteful eyeroll and an age-inappropriate idiom. "Oh, for the love of crap."

She felt a massive and condescending frustration, as if she'd become the vessel for some transcendent no.

Time to cut to the chase.

Her mechanical hand made a fist. Without his Force-resistant coat to blunt the strength of the choke, Nyos Val would likely face a neck constriction sufficient to do unpleasant things to metal and bone. Her goal wasn't death; she just wanted to choke him out and put him down. Or, failing that, to just pin him in place, stop his dancing around, and let Raziel and Vereen finish him off. The longer this went on, the longer the cyborg would be able to feel like he was successfully fighting off three Force-users, two of them Masters. What in the Force's name was he hoping to accomplish? A story for his buddies in the bar?

Techno Union Invasion of Rebel Alliance Geonosis

Derisive Umbaran

Dark Jedi Spymaster

Smug Slug

Well-Known Member

Prime

Guest

Buck

Member

Troublemaker

This is what happens when you tap the glass

Smug Slug

Kel Dorable

Kinky Darth Pinky

Troublemaker

The Redeemer

And where were the spiders

Code Name: Graz

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Prime

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When I Was A Young Warthog

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