Techno Union Invasion of Rebel Alliance Geonosis

Hailyn · Jun 27, 2015

Location: S0717
Objective: Engage [member="Lok Jorunn"] (And anyone who wants to help him

)
Allies: [member="Kiran Vess"], @Hion Herglic, [member="Vrag"], [member="Adekos"], [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"], [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Abraxas"], [member="Cractius Stretus"]
Enemies: [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Blane Nightfall"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

A smirk lit the lips of Silara Kuhn and as she reached the site of the majority of the concentration of this battle the darkness around her fell. Her left hand rose, fingers curling around the hard leather grip of her sith sword. The field before her was drenched with blood and the scraps of machinery, artillery that had been laid to waste by the enemy, but amongst these bodies stood the Techno Union invaders and the Rebellion's forces. The earth was dry, her lips already chapped and peeling from her rather long march across the field of battle, but at last it appeared she would be entering combat with people capable of putting up a fight. "Come to me, those who dare, or I will come to you one at a time." Rang out her voice, seeming to echo across the next hundred meters in every direction - in reality being transmitted by telepathy through the force. Her eyes adjusted, colors of the cybernetic irises altering from red to violet to yellow and so on as she searched through the full spectrum of light. Her cybernetic grip tightened around the hilt of her sword and with a grunt she took off in a sprint towards where she could see a lessening in concentration in fighting - hoping to find those who were not as preoccupied with adversaries as the majority of troops.

It wasn't so surprising, however, when a small group broke away from the fighting and opened fire on the Sith lord, stray blaster fire lighting up the ground and air around her. She slowed, cybernetic arm moving, and swung her blade to connect the blade with a blaster bolt that would have made contact with her right cheek if she hadn't been relying both on the force and her mechanical eyes. The bolt was immediately reflected, redirected directly towards the center mass of the one who had made the shot - whom collapsed in a heat, likely dead or severely wounded - as she rotated her body to the right. Her remaining organic hand reached out and at the tips of her fingers lightning played. There was no hesitation this time around, no delay, as the force coursed through her and lit up the air with bolts of searing-hot force lightning, a purple hue illuminating the faces of the ten or so men and women before they were subjected to an immediate death with the electricity jumping from body to body. The application of the lightning did not last long, merely enough to provide a lethal dose - rather short considering the equipment they wore.

Laira Darkhold · Jun 27, 2015

Location: Foundry Catacombs
Objective: Kill [member="Nyos Val"]
Allies: [member="Raziel"] @Zhol Kash Diora

He tried to leap over my mace and shoulder check me. Had his footing been sure and planted he might have been able to get real power behind it, but as it was it was an easy roll of my shoulder and half step back. His blade came for my throat, a thrust at this distance, with this many enemies was risky, especially against high grade phrik armor. I shifted my position, leaning off to the side bring my mace, held at the thirds for excellent defensive posture, deflecting the blade and bringing the weighted pommel up towards his face. I was cybernetically enhanced to be capable of bending durasteel with my hands. I could only imagine the damage the metal mace pommel might do to his face. Especially as he was no focusing on me, arguably the weak link in this fight letting both masters do and prepare as they please, without having to worry about a response.

Raziel · Jun 27, 2015

[member="Zhol Kash Dinora"]
Enemies: [member="Nyos Val"]
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"]

Once again the cyborg's limbs moved with an unnatural speed, cutting across the break both of his strikes before they could hit home. With an acrobatic twist their opponent managed to avoid yet another strike. Their opponent was putting up a good fight, using his enhancements to great effect.

The spymaster was nothing, if not patient. Time was running out for one of the participants in this duel, and it was not Raziel. He did not rush immediately, but followed the path of the cyborg with his eyes and other senses. The tremor in the Force indicated that the other Master was trying to grasp the cyborg and hold him still. Not knowing who his ally was, was of great concern to the spymaster; he valued knowledge over all else. With a near eidetic memory, he certainly recalled those prosthetics, but those had previously been attached to a much younger woman. Perhaps the dark side had been harsh on Rave Merrill.

Raziel's tenuous link to the cyborg's mind was used then. A simple, palatable illusion. Nothing out of the ordinary, something his mind could easily accept as reality. He tried to make the swordsman believe he'd taken a discombobulating blow to the head. Enough to jar his senses, darken his vision and send his mind reeling.

Sensing his opportunity was at hand, he gathered the Force around him and used it to enhance his own speed. As a blur he shot forth, allowing the Force to guide his strike. The tip of his turquoise blade shot out, straight and true. It inexorably closed on the gap in the plates between Nyos' hip and midriff armour.

General Mayhem · Jun 27, 2015

Location: alone and annoyed.
Allies: A bunch of violent maniacs, , half of them wired for sound [member="Orick T'ane"] [member="Freanne"] [member="Prime"]
Enemies: [member="Jarven Zexxel"] [member="Oddball"]

Mayhem's sensors flickered. She was not having a great day. But it was glorious. She saw the man fly at the wall, and saw the man charge him. She had enough. Far too much, actually. enough melee. She pulled out her repeating blaster and fired as the armored man approached. He wanted a piece of the great general mayhem, he'd take a face full of blaster fire for it. She wouldn't be destroyed by some pitiable insurrection on some washed-out world. She had no comm-link, no technology to request assistance. No. She'd have to smash this pitiable organic's head in and steal his comm gear to request aid. It would have to do. Five shots, even burst. Repeating fire was so helpful on days like this. She sunk to the ground, torso low as she continued firing towards the armored man crawling towards him. She was tired of today.

Morgan Redeaux · Jun 27, 2015

Location: 0616 --> 1418
Objective: Kill the clone
Enemies: [member="Oddball"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"]
Allies: [member="Orick T'ane"] [member="Prime"] [member="Freanne"]
Gear: Olympian Battle Armor, T-21 Light Repeating Blaster, Speeder Bikes
NPCs: 2 TA1 Battle Droids

There were no more targets to laze so Morgan had spent time in one of the mobile command centers, reporting coordinates and computer models to the Techno Union Commanders. After a call for backup the main base of operations, she rounded up her original TA1 Droid colleagues.

The HRD instructed these TA1 Battle Droids to climb aboard their speeder bikes. The three of them rode across the battle-scarred Geonosian landscape, through dust and even what looked like remnants of a tornado. Bodies and parts of tanks were lying strewn across the rocky ground.

As they approached the TU base and entered the courtyard, Morgan spied a clone hoisting a grenade launcher. He was currently firing at TU personnel, so she instructed the droids to speed up so that they were right behind him, each one on either side of him, flanking him closely. As they did so their advanced targeting system - which meant they would rarely miss their shot - calculated exactly where a blaster bolt would cause the maximum amount of damage given his clone armor. Once on top of him, they both fired their blasters right at his temple.

At the same time Morgan, rode up a couple paces behind, but close enough to get her own accurately targeted shot at him with the same type of weapon.

Lok Jorunn · Jun 27, 2015

Location: S0717 (Lok), S0201 (NPCs)
Objective: Rebel
Allies: [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] (Nearby)
Foes: [member="Vrag"], [member="Kiran Vess"] (Nearby)
Directly Engaging: [member="Hion the Herglic"], [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

His heart sunk. That age old feeling of dread, despair, and the ever present stench of rotting fish. Before the haum even cut across the land, the shadow of the herglic bore across the dusty plain as if the very being eclipsed the entire sun. The black and white silhouette of the Sith Lord shrugged before it began to utter despicable words. It was astounding that such an aquatic lifeform had lasted this long on Geonosis but Lok never doubted the strength of the Sith. However, he was stronger.

The thing wanted an answer, the thing wanted to crush his measly little human bones until they were mere dust. The newly christened Rebel Commander slid the shotgun back over his shoulder and spread his arms out wide. "Turn me into a martyr, killer whale." Sun-hued eyes bore back against the glossy black of the herglic's, "I'll show you a cause."

There he stood, holding his arms out wide as if being crucified. "Do it, filth."

Nyos Val · Jun 27, 2015

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

Nyos practically skipped off the shoulder of the Mandalorian as he brought the mace handle at Nyos' face, the smaller Sith thrust his saber at the cyborgs midsection. With the momentum of his previous attack and the parry made by the Mando changing his trajectory, the saber hit right on the belly button, sparking as the armor resisted the blade defiantly, and pushed his chin just out of reach of a direct hit from the hilt of the mace. The blow instead clanked off the chin of Nyos's helmet and dislocated his jaw. An audible 'fwuah' echoed from Nyos. Obviously robotic in nature, the voice was doused in pain. Nyos spun as best he could and landed awkwardly like an acrobat, one leg splayed out and both fists to the ground. Standing back up, Nyos shealthed the Ravenclaw and switched the black bibrosword to his strong hand. He'd have to wait to relocated his jaw, but he shook away the pain in the meantime. Switching styles was best now, against the mobile Sith and the Brutish Mando.

Now with the Mando and the Sith facing him and the Alchemist at his back, he would have thought he'd be attacked from behind, yet nothing came. Little did the alchemist or the Sith know, their abilities were not going to have the intended effect. Nyos had a great pain in his face, yes but that was from the Mando, and the chocking was the blood slowly pooling in his remaining human lung. He caught up more blood, the seal of his helmet broken, and the blood leaked out in droplets.

Nyos moved to where all three were in his field of view. His opponents were strong, but were they not pulling a Marvel Team-up, Nyos was sure he'd be bleeding less. Taking the Makashi opening stance, he waved on his enemies, figuring they'd like to think they would finish the fight all at once.

Zola · Jun 27, 2015

Location: S0616
Objective: Destroy Selectivist Airbase, roll eyes at Adekos
Allies: [member="Adekos"] [member="Cractius Stretus"]
Enemies: [member="Blane Nightfall"]
Note: Although this character is a Knight, she is fighting as an Apprentice

Equipment:

The Rebel soldier had managed to avoid her falling rocks, but they took out a good portion of his defense. Jemmila felt her heart leap with triumph. Of course the Umbaran would never commend her for this, but what was new?

The battle seemed to be going in their favor, but they were still still stray rockets, sailing through the air. Jem clutched her arms over her head and crouched as one sailed dangerously close to their convoy. She did a double take as Adekos began firing ion beams from one of his arms, one aimed directly at [member="Blane Nightfall"]. She grabbed a pair of electro-binoculars, but still couldn't see if he had fallen or not. No matter. It wasn't likely he could survive such an attack.

It seemed her Master had a new metal toy that brought him even closer to becoming the cold and precise machines he favored over warm and messy humans. She had been so nose deep in her training at the Obsidian Citadel, she had failed to notice it before. It wasn't as if he told her these things outright. Conversing with him was usually like talking to a log. A very long-winded log.

Adekos turned his head to the side, to at least see if his Hapan apprentice was still alive. It was the most tacit sort of praise she would get from her Master.

Via Dolorosa · Jun 27, 2015

Location: 0716
Objective: Making Sand Castles With Her Apprentice And A Jedi
Allies: Techno Union l [member="Greta Kohler"] l [member="Vrag"]
Enemies: Rebel Alliance l [member="Kian Karr"]

Force:

x2 AT-AW
x5 AT-LAW
x65 Dagobah Knights 4 Companies (16.25 per)...35 confirmed dead.

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gqI-6xag8Mg[/youtube]

A low growl erupted from her throat as she swung her blade first to the right, then methodically to the left to send the blaster shots sent her way by the Jedi into the sandy surface. If she was one of those individuals that allowed distractions to override her observational nature, one or more of those shots would have connected easily; either killing her or adding to her long list of body scars. When the last shot finally sizzled out on the planet's surface, she slowly turned her gaze toward the Jedi; nodding her head slightly as if to say, "Well played, Jedi. Well played."

All around her she could feel the battle raging on between the Jedi's forces and the combined might of her's and that of her Apprentice's. But that was not her concern, her focus lied with defeating this Jedi. But instead of killing him, she changed tactics in her twisted mind and now sought to capture him. He would make an excellent test subject and she nearly swooned with delight to see what results would be produced from the virus her sister's were contacting when introduced into a Force user.

However the Jedi, who now appeared to be wounded, quickly recovered and hurled a nice size rock at her Apprentice. She could have intervened on the girl's behalf but the Jedi simultaneously charged her, splitting Master and Apprentice apart to deal with two separate pointes of attacks. She had fought Jedi before but none as well versed in fighting prowess as this Kel Dor was. She would have to fight mistake free.

Her eyes followed the blade cruising toward her left shoulder and just as she was about to whip her own blade out to parry the attack, the Jedi pulled back and swept his blade toward her knees. Right handed duelists would have been hard pressed to bring their blade down to block or parry such an attack, because they would have been forced to go across the length of their own body to succeed. Speed and timing would be essential but it would have failed them. Fortunately for her, she was left-handed.

Quickly she dropped her blade down in front of her to catch the Jedi's blade in hoping to catch his on hers as she took a step backward. Unfortunately for her, the power behind the sweep knocked her blade away as his blade followed through it's path, the tip of his blade barely brushing against her knees as it passed by. She felt the burn almost at once. The pain in her burnt knees only fueled her anger and rage.

She had been wounded but not defeated. Now she counterattacked. The powerful sweep from the Jedi had put his body in motion, from his right (her leftside) to her right (his leftside), and she would use his own momentum against him. With a small subtle nudge from the Force, she attempted to throw him off balance further and as she did this, brought her blue metallic blade down in a slashing motion aimed to cut into his right rib cage.

She had no idea what happened with her Apprentice and the rock, but knowing the girl's fortitude she would be making an attempt to put down this Jedi.

Gorba the Hutt · Jun 27, 2015

Location: S0617 (Hion), (NPCs remain at S0616)
Objective: Destroy Selectivist Airbase
Allies: The Techno Union, [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Adekos"] | [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]
Enemies: Selectivist Scum, [member="Lok Jorunn"]

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

Sunlight glinted off Orcus' eyes, merciless pools of midnight. He grinned, a wide smile that split his face in half, revealing rows of conical teeth made for ripping and shredding. The rebel pilot wished for death. Begged for it. To be what, revered as a dead man? No. Rage swirled within the Sith Lord's heart at the mere thought. His soldiers had not died so that some glory hound might claim sainthood.

"There will be no martyrs," Orcus rumbled, "Martyrs must be remembered."

He took a step forward that shook the earth. His body trembled with power that ached for release.

"And there will be no one to remember you."

The Rebel Alliance would be ground to dust. Their members executed, like rabid dogs; for Orcus could think of little else to compare them to. They ran about, chasing their own tails, biting any who got in the way of their cause. And what was their cause, but the pursuit of freedom? An empty, vain pursuit, like dogs chasing land speeders.

Orcus opened his maw and unfettered the shackles on his hideous strength, loosing a Force Bellow that rippled out across the plain, kicking up dirt and rocks like the wall of a hurricane. The force of which could shatter bones and send a man flying.

"HAUUUUUUUUM!"

The cetacean followed on the heels of his blast, vision misting over with a red veil, an all-consuming Dark Rage. Raising his BTI-EHP, he fired off a single bolt of armor-shredding power even as he charged down upon whatever remained of the suicidal fool.

Orick T'ane · Jun 27, 2015

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

Orick ducked into cover and sighed, his side hurt like hell and he could feel a trickle of blood down his side. He rolled over and almost slipped as his hand fell onto a blaster rifle. He quickly checked the ammo count and nodded, it would be good enough to finish this stubborn clone off. He quickly pushed the blaster pistol into it's holster and he jumped to his feet. He hadn't heard anything from the clone, he could only hope that he had finally died from his wounds, but he knew he wouldn't get that lucky. He heard the sharp report of a large bore rifle and turned to see a new player riding up on a speeder bike.

He knew that there were no rebels on bikes so this new player had to be an ally. He couldn't see exactly where the sniper was shooting, but he knew it wasn't at him, and that was good enough. He turned and peeked out of cover, ready to attack the clone commander if he was still alive.

Blane Nightfall · Jun 27, 2015

Location:S0616
Allies:The Rebel Alliance, [member="Thane Drexel"]
Enemies:TU( [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Adekos"] [member="Vrag"] [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Cractius Stretus"] )
Forces: 16 snipers( 25-9) 4 marines with rocket launchers( 10-6) 29 marines with AR-47 ( 65-35)

As the soldiers were retreating Blane begun to slow down remaining between the last and looked around to make sure that nobody is left behind. The 4 marines with rocket launchers begun to also run after the others as Blane suddenly saw Adekos attempting to fire at him. He took one of his ray shield grenades instinctively attempting to activate it and throwing it on the ground near him, the grenade actiated creating a shield around Blane which succesfully protected him against the ion beam, had he been slower, the ion beam would have destroyed him, some would consider this luck, but Blane does not believe in luck, there is no place for luck for someone who's blood cries for battle as he likes to think.
His eyes seemed focused on Adekos with an expression that did not seemed to show fear, although seeming very bold and serous, it did not showed anger either.As soon as the ray shield begun to dissapear, Blane raised his head suddenly as if he would say "Better luck next time."

The young lieutenant turned around and ran following his men or at least what was left of them, had he know why Adekos did not follow, he would have considered him wise since there were still some tricks he could have shown and why not some rocks to blow. The rebels are probably considered crazy for this, but that is exactly what makes them a worthy enemy.
He suffered a great loss untill now but it was worth it, everything was worth it as long as it's not equal with what they saved.

Thane Drexel · Jun 27, 2015

Location: 0615
Objective: Find something to kill TU with
Allies: [member="Blane Nightfall"]
Enemies:TU( Darth Carach Adekos Vrag Jemmila Kyrgen Hion the Herglic Cractius Stretus )

Thane walked through the red dirt and in the distance could make out the forces of one [member="Blane Nightfall"]. A young soldier, but a good one. Thane activated his comm and contacted Blane.

"Mr. Nightfall, this is Thane. Head for the Spires to your North. I am there. I am going back to the Air Base to gain a new ship and/or a way Offworld."

Thane drew his scattergun and racked a round. His coat flowing in the wind as he stood in the red dirt of a bleeding planet. He felt for the Geonosian people who died today. The battle wasn't looking good. It would be a long fight home.

Vrag · Jun 27, 2015

Location: S0919 [Artillery and 5 troops] | S0616 [The rest]
Forces:

· 90 Blackblades & 5 Armored Royal Guards
· 0.5 Heavy artillery
· 1 AT-AT scale walker
· 2 Main battle tanks
· 1 Tank-sized walker

· Reverance's Remembrance
· Chom-Huun
· Chitin Carbine
· Vonduun Skerr Ygdris
· Vonduun Skerr Dhaladii

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_RHySyiNW9w

With her one-handed technique and considerable height, Vrag had a near-unmatched reach, especially while battling a target reliant on one of the two-handed lightsaber Forms. She hadn't quite managed to put a finger on it yet, but it ultimately didn't really matter anyway. The Forms were a crutch, something from a bygone era, and the Hand of the Dark Lord was a creature of progress; a creature of progress that was none too pleased when obstacles like the boy in front of her would try and stunt the advancement of the war machine.

With her ever present grin nigh welded in place in the lines of her hunger-wrought features, the woman watched as her opponent launched backwards to avoid her thrust, having to cross quite a stretch of ground to even hope to bat away her strike, even at the strong of the blade, seeing as the balestra had brought her completely into the narrow measure.

Having fought more duels than she could care to recount, the Sith never lost her tempo even as her attack was struck to the side, capitalizing on the weightlessness of the lightsaber to bring it back into the fourth guard with a flick of her wrist, aided by the momentum lent to her by none other than the Jedi himself.

The principle of never leaving oneself open proved effective once more as the man sought to strike her down by a power so innate to the Sith that Vrag could practicaly taste the irony on her tongue. In reality, of course, the firrerreo was busy blocking the streaks of blazing emerald that cut through the dry air of Geonosis, the red and green connecting in a spray of white that would've surely hurt her eyes, were she not wearing a helmet.

She wasn't even aiming to redirect the lightning back at her enemy — she simply lacked the skill to do so — but all Vrag had to do was hold it off for that fraction of a second it took for the amphistaff in the mouth of her skull to snap open its jaws and spit its poison at the face of the upstart Jedi. Fast, unexpected, and, most importantly, all too easily missed in the glare of the angry lightning shooting from her opponent's hand.

How… unfortunate.

Seraphina Shel'tah · Jun 28, 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

No music tonight. Too tired.

Her eyes never left Marek as he dashed towards her. A powerful two-handed swing aimed for her midsection. The hum of his bright orange blade as it trailed through the air on course to its' mark. Her left hand snapped back, reversing the direction of her flourishing green saber to block swing for only a moment. With her reverse grip, and the strength of his two handed stroke she wouldn't likely be able to entirely deflect the slash away, or parry it, but she could momentarily delay the follow through enough to side-skip and raise her saber up with his to direct the remaining kinetic energy upwards before she slid her crackling lightsaber away from his own.

She needed to get a feel for his style of combat, his strength, and his pace before she opted to engage him herself. To know how fast he was at moving, slashing, and where his preferred targets were, even if they were unintentionally given away during his rage induced volley of strikes. Where she was once wild and free with her maneuvers and strikes, as she had aged through the years she learned to be more patient, and to wait to reveal her hand until the moment was right.

So rather than immediately counter and strike back at the man, she stepped a pace or two back, and readied up once more, continuing to feel out her opponent. There would be time enough to strike him down in the coming moments. Sera felt he wasn't the type to keep his enemies waiting for very long. For now, she would rely on her ability to maneuver her body and weapon with great dexterity to defend against his saber strength, after all, the day was still young.

Corey's OOC · Jun 28, 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 the 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][SIZE=10.5pt][member="Seraphina Shel'tah"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Beat up the Pink Jedi[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]NPCs that no one is caring about now?[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Music[/SIZE]
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFS4zYWxzNA[SIZE=10.5pt]

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Peregrus was in charge here. He had Marek tied and bound, put underneath his feet. Should there have been a cage that manifested, the one known as Starchaser would’ve been gagged and locked inside. Peregrus was going to have fuuun with this world. Ever see Superman on Red K? Yeah, like that. Except this one had the Force power to build storm systems, and carried a lightsaber. So much more dangerous. Maybe.

Jacen Cavill Superman was pretty intense.

Testing the water. That was what was going on now, a few hits at one another to see who could over power the other and when. Peregrus knew this dance. And he wasn’t about to change the beat, not yet. He was a student of Ataru. Was this something he learned with Ket Van Derveld? Perhaps. Marek had buried a lot of the teachings by that master, and they were coming out in the being known as Peregrus. The Obsidian Armor that Marek had constructed called for a modified variant of the form. With the use of the Razorhawk system, it was going to need it.

As Seraphina pushed his saber aside, the being stepped back, watching his prey. The orange blade held low and off to his right, making a 45 degree to the ground. “You can’t win. The Alliance will fall on this world.” Really, Peregrus did care, the Alliance and the Union could both fall here. What remained was that Chaos and the Wild continued.

Peregrus was still focusing on the storm around them. It was picking up enough steam where it would be able to self-sustain itself, but every so often, he was making sure to keep it going, adding more aggression, more passion and more desire into the winds. He was watching the Twi’lek. Words would not work on him, but perhaps on her?

Actions were always best, and he continued to pace around her, watching her footwork, looking for his opening, but Marek’s preferred danger-sense filling his senses for all that was within the whirlwind. Ready for her. Ready for him.

Tmoxin Temi · Jun 28, 2015

Location: Ground troops now at 0814, Tmoxin & Tanks still at 1213
Objective: Fight Sera's NPCs and fire on tanks
Allies: [member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Darth Carach"]
Enemies: [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]

Forces: Morpho Security Division - 71 soldiers with the following: Olympian Battle Armor, T-21 Light Repeating Blasters, sniper rifles, MiniMag PTL missile launchers, thermal detonators/25 soldiers from the 77th Bothan Ranger Battalion: Special Forces, scouting, sniping and placing KE-6b mines/7 Heavy Tanks

"Report in, Major!" Tmoxin called to the officer in charge of the ground attack at the Rebel Jedi's position. She was impatient and wanted a report whether someone was being fired on or not.

The human officer's voice crackled over the comm in the tank, his breathing heavy: "We've lost nearly a quarter of both armies." She could hear explosions muffled behind him. What he didn't want to admit to her was that some of those troops were lost by the incoming cannon fire from her own long-range tank assault.

"Have the shock troopers and snipers get to higher ground. Move up and use the mountains as cover."

"Yes, Commander," he said in a weary voice. Easy for her to say, he thought. If she were out there with them in not in the safety of an amored tank, she would see just how little cover there was in that location.

After the Major disengaged, Tmoxin ordered another volley of cannon fire to the Rebel artillery, including the dropshops. Maybe a vessel would fall from the sky and crush some of the enemy forces as well.

Jairus Starvald · Jun 28, 2015

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: S0616 > S0814[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Objective: War blablabla War blabla Never bla Changes.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]NPCs[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][005] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]ACS-501 Redeemer Battle Tank[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [050][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][003] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Pounder Heavy Mech[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [150][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][003] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]CRAM Spider[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [030][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][003] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]F5 Buckler[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] [030][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px][035/[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]005[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]] Royal Guards [040][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Total: [300][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]War… war never changed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Darth Carach, Voice of the Dark Lord, was tired. This tiredness swept through his bones and every fiber of his being, every step he took wore against his eternal soul. Sand crunched against his boots and he kept going on, on and on and on, every so faithful to fight the wars of the nations he supported. Fighting the wars that would give [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]him[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] an edge in this affair or that.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Weren’t these wars part of his own ploys? Was he not profiting directly from there already?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And yet… six years they had fought against the Republic, six hard fought years with systems falling and sectors taken by force and few diplomacy. But what was the result of that? Was the Republic dead and buried? Did they accomplish the task they had set out for all those years ago? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Close, some might say. Just one more battle here, take this planet and then… and then they will fall. It will happen, you just wait and see.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Carach had become a skeptic across those years, he no longer saw the point of it. Every war fought was a battle waged fiercely, blood spilled and death reigning, yet they were no closer to the destruction of the Republic. It kept hanging on there, that one sliver of rope and stubbornly refused to let go, they kept spreading their influence, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]just[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] to lose it months later.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]What was the point?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]As the Sith Lord walked up the hill and saw his friend Starchaser… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]his friend?[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] Marek seemed all wrong in the Force, all twisted edges, burning hands and bloody visage. But weren’t they all tired from the endless cycle of wars? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Perhaps it was getting to Marek too.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Regardless, his friend needed help. He needed assistance and the Lord of the Sith would give him just that, his hands twisted in abstract and arcane forms, footsteps bringing him closer towards the raging battle beneath. Every step taken made the ground hum softly, a chime in the air that resonated with the Force starting to gather around the Sith.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Some had fought, yet Carach had simply watched the events unfold.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]No longer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]This battle would end soon, and the broken limp body of the byzantine Twi’lek would be the vanguard of their defeat.[/SIZE]

Prime · Jun 28, 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]
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[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]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]The current runtime: fight to survive protocol.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]The purpose: to prevent the loss of the unit known as Prime.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Prime was a droid commander, as much as TA-4s were expensive, they were replaceable. Prime had a unique coding structure and modifications to its system. The loss of the TA-4 was not sad. It was programmed to do this. It was programmed by Prime’s program to be sacrificed. Did that make Prime a droid god? Sending others to their fate? Prime had no delusions of this.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Prime needed to cause the one known as Oddball to fall. Prime needed to protect Orick T’ane. Prime needed to protect the Techno Union runtimes and eliminate the Rebel Alliance Runtimes.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]When the programming gave a 95% odds that the Clone was reloading, Prime stepped cautiously from its cover, selected so its right arm was near the line of sight and would give the unit a low-profile, and squeezed off rounds from its Ripper.[/SIZE]

Oddball · Jun 28, 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"]

Last one, time to make it count. Oddball reached towards his belt once more as the enemy began to swarm and pulled his third and final ray shield grenade. Tossing it down the bubble shield immediately boomed open and began to reflect shots from the incoming bolts on all sides. Advanced targeting systems that rarely missed or not the bolts they were firing would not pierce the shield. Oddball was sorely outnumbered now and he knew he had to rally and push a counter attack on these techno union VIPs. So taking the time that he had he rolled out of the way of another explosive dart that trashed the shield.

Coming up the exosuit propelled him for a massive jump that cleared several meters. Landing on the other side of a collapsed rock spire Oddball made a few hand signs to a nearby squad of Rebel troopers, rushing over to him they began to set up along the barrier a good six men one with a rocket, another with a LMG, and the rest with the blaster rifles Oddball was using. They needed to lay down suppressing fire right now and not a moment later. Hoping on the LMG Oddball began to lay into the enemy with sheer overwhelming amounts of blaster fire. Others focused on [member="Prime"], [member="Orick T'ane"] and whatever forces were left around them. But oddball had shifted the massive gun to handle their new opponent [member="Morgan Redeaux"] whose objective was to kill him. She was going to fail that objective.

"Hit them with everything!" Oddball yelled from the roaring gun.

The man with the missile launcher began to aim and lock onto Orick's position. Once locked the man fired a star fighter grade concussion missile at the man's current position hoping to flush him out so he could be taken by the blaster fire or blown up.

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

Techno Union Invasion of Rebel Alliance Geonosis

W A N D E R

Well-Known Member

Dark Jedi Spymaster

Behold my Conquest!

Electric Ladyland

Buck

The Redeemer

Knight of the Obsidian Order

Amans In Tenebris

Smug Slug

Troublemaker

Character

Drinking While Flying

The Second Seal, broken.

Kinky Darth Pinky

And where were the spiders

Blood Monarch

Eidoloclast

Prime

Guest

This is what happens when you tap the glass

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