GROUND DEFENSE OF ATRISIA
OBJECTIVE: Total Societal Mobilization
ALLIES:
ENEMIES:
The first klaxons came over the interfaces of billions the
Breakwater Absorber for energy pushing through the
Breakwater came. The citizens of Atrisia were alerted quickly once something bypassed the
Planetary Defensive security network,
Hyperspace Bueys, the
Sakoku the inner system security network and first layer of planetary shielding from the
Anshin Mk II. The other worlds within the system itself serving as advances and warning as the inner ring of the
Kami Asteroid Stations and
Peony Stations. Systems within the city itself were going into lockdown, the armories opening as this was what the reforms brought by the Emperor had done. All able bodied man and woman were in the military once they reached a certain age... allowing Atrisia to have a standing army and navy always. The children, infirm and those who couldn't fight were able to be taken down into the
Smart Facility Module bunkers for protection. Junko looked at she heard the first alerts now... the IMperial city going on lock down as the emperor and empress would be moved as needed. The generals of the regions alerted to the danger. After so many years, so many attacks it wasn't a question of knowing it was expecting. Her alert for the
Kōgō Heika Mk. IV was up as the automated systems were raising it up to defend and follow her directions from the cloak of the palace. Defensive measures to send it along with several vessels over different areas as the
Planetary Seed was going online.
Junko moved out of the room at the
Palace of the hidden, her handmaidens on alert and moving as they had begun communicating. "Find out where the breach is, secure it and follow protocol. We have already begun
procedures." The voices of the others came as each communicated with their families and regions. The daughters of lords, ladies, generals. From each regions and continent of the planet had come with her over the years. Their capabilities never in question when her guards were already mobilized. Junko turned to look at her. "Updates Nari?" The exterior of the woman was calm, she had been here when the Lords of the Fringe had attacked the capital after all... she knew the score in any case. "Energy converters were alerting us minutes ago engaging planetary protocols princess. Hostile ships tunneled through defenses until they were in orbit." Junko listened to that and understood quickly as she looked at what information was coming over their screens of the interface. Nari was looking at her as she crossed her arms. "It is just like any other attack princess, we will do what is needed.
Kanamara planetary back ups are already coming online and prepared to handle attacks in infrastructure" She was preparing other report and tasks for the various house guards. Evacuation protocols would have already seen the important succession and leadership moved. Jar'kai as a place on the surface but they had an entire planet to defend and protect. Focus all forces in one area would be terrible in terms of tactical needs. THey would instead prepare and augment forces as needed. She knew they would start the growth pods to begin biot production.
SHe gave a nod of her as entering the throne room the map of the islands with its shield islands around it had zoomed out. Showing the region where they were. Nari stood next to her. "Initial reports have them making groundfall in
Jar'Kai. City defenses and armored divisions are already beginning mobilization once the alert came in. Standing army prep is estimated at ninety four percent. Alerts have gone out to everyone from the surrounding area to the Horselords and Chitai. Invasion protocols are being mobilized as we speak." She said it as they were changing to show the city itself and the three large walls, the gaps between them where the villages, bunkers and towns were established and set up for the people. "
Tachibana Class Orbital Platform Defensive stations are reporting a massive structure and fleet. Engagements will happen under coordination of the systems fleets converging on it." Junko was checking at it as she touched a screen area bringing it up. "How many
Lookout Blinds do we have in orbit?" SHe asked it and the AIs were highlighting them. Once they got to the planet and she expected them to, they would be vulnerable for some time to set up and the stone of the cities was made to take orbital bombardment. "We have roughly twenty seven within range of Jar'kai princess with ten coming into position within forty minutes."
She appreciated it and rarely they would look up. "Good, when their forces touch down, I want orbital snipers picking targets. Go after their leadership and communications first. THen go after supplies and rations." There were blips of confirmation as Junko nodded her head to that information. "Jar'kai's defenses are online normally, make sure
Orchid Platforms are secured and prepared for engagement. We'll be there within the next few minutes." She said it while moving as Barca stood there. The large mandalorian woman giving a nod of her head. "Word from Lei and her
Yofukashi clan. THey are deploying where landfall is going to be made." Barca had a grin as she was securing her armor. "A Mandalorian air drop with war droids, Kenzo and her
Metsuka will be following suit with
Konoe plated in the
Advanced Buddy Armor." "There was another small chuckle. "I don't imagine a twenty foot beast with heavy cannons and will be something that they expected." Junko thought about it with a laugh to herself. "THey will lead with
Jade Screamers divisions for flanking areas.
Gentoku Armored Trains will be redirected with their soldiers and reinforcements in the
Smart Tunnels will be able to get there quickly for rapid deployment." The large woman said it as Junko offered a smile when she was walking. "Good Barca, now for the fun. is Xifang enjoying his armor?"
Miyoung looked up as the massive Tiger swished an armored tail. The materia encasing it in a flexible and segmented layer of armor with a blade on the end. His back holding two cannons while his size allowed them to be on the side with an area she could use to ride him into the fight. She was the size of a nexu or a reek in the case of fighting. "Oh he is loving it." Miyoung was one of the youngest but she was also one of the brightest minds they had in the Commonwealth. "We have reports of
Matanga and
Kappa being outfitted with armored systems already in reserve. Additionally we have
Wukong force mobilizing
Majokoi, Any forces that land will have heavy resistance from walker sized beasts already... now we are giving them massive cannons and shockwave generators from the Mandalorians for ripping apart tanks. We'll be able to deploy
Superheavy Juggernaut Tanks to the location with the
Hydra Class Combat Biot from Sasori. The Tiantai at the
Sarnoi are continuing their containment of the
Kameyama gate and the Wukong there will deploy extra
Zenkyoku containment traps for things coming out of the rift."
Junko listened and Miyoung offered a look. "We have more, the
Burakkugādo and
Dorīmugādo once the Empire pour in we will do what we have planned. The
Solace will be deployed for countering phobis devices and mental attacks from that station. We will bring out from the hospitals and temples
Medical Pulse Generators to handle necrotic threats. After last time someone unleashed a plague these have been coming in handy with the air purifiers and implants for the peopleas
Stardust Medical Systems will work on those within the biometrics to filter and protect. Saturation of the area with multiple countermeasures will continue per protocols. Nanite purification
Noble Class Smart Clouds are being deployed with standard
Smart Clouds to mitigate darkside influences and damage,
Smart Towers are being opened to absorb darkside energy that reacts to the lightside energy within, zenkoku are being placed near the rift in case the Tiantai cannot contain it but they have. Tracking shows drop pods being deployed with field disruptors to bypass planetary shielding as they are coming at Jar'Kai." Miyoung said it while she was standing there now and Junko at least had a location. "Jar'Kai, so they went for the common target prepare mitigation modules and
Reconstructor Mark 3. The
Kazue Stone is not so weak to break, it can take orbital bombardment."
She said it with a look over the interfaces map as more and more blips were appearing. A small flick of her eyes to move the screen but she could see her own soldiers were highly efficient in preparing. "We'll be prepared to move within ten minutes princess." Nari looked at her and didn't bother to try and argue.. she knew they were going to go and it was just easier like this. Junko offered her a smile as she stood there. Her jedi robed kimono being in the room for her at the spire as they used the transportation network to relocate there. Jar'kai's sound very different from the palace as the people of the spire moved quickly. The rapid fabricators
Thoris and
Kabiri arming the population as under the reforms everybody was trained, everyone given the
Nanocellular Implant for strength and
Educational Implant for intelligence, they had developed the
Taskmaster to regulate and standardize their training physically. So they would be able to be a cohesive unit and army. "Princess, we have the streets being cleared, hardpoints established." The woman spoke while leading her towards the inner chambers as they pulled up screens. The
Asuka Class Combat Skin armor was impressive but they had standardized
Common Threads for the normal everyday use to be protective for these very situations. SHe knew they had other parts here as the people of Jar'kai were accustomed to being in the capital and the first attacked it was why the walls were high and thick, the streets and buildings given alcoves.. and the Boa's rising up from the open areas. Heavy carriers that would position themselves in additional positions to layer shielding with starfighter corridors to filter transport movement of enemy forces.
The woman opened the one room as Junko settled onto the low, lacquered stool with a sigh, not of weariness, but of quiet anticipation. Outside, the sounds of the city the city fell into a steady, hypnotic rhythm against the walls of the dressing chamber a sound that was itself a form of meditation even in the chaos of the attack. The room itself was a study in controlled opulence, mirroring the very kimono robes she was about to don. Behind her, a screen glowed with patterns of gold and deep crimson, ornate and floral, while a decorative frieze of swirling, almost art deco, patterns lined the upper walls, echoing the rich textures of the garment. Her usual jedi princess kimono lay folded neatly beside her, the familiar, comforting weight of the star-spun fabric replaced by the cool press of smooth wood against her skin. Two women, silent and practiced, began the process. First came the hadajuban, a simple undergarment of thin, pristine karlini silk with materia. It slipped over Junko's shoulders, a soft, almost ghost-like layer that wicked away the lingering coolness of the air. As the woman tied the datejime a thin, supportive sash firmly around her waist, Junko took a slow, deep breath, consciously drawing the chaotic energies of the world into the calm center of her being, a technique she'd practiced for years to anchor herself in the Living Force and the white current. Her mind quieted, a familiar expanse of serenity opening within her, even as the world around her buzzed with the unseen currents of life and energy. She was expanding her thoughts... her feelings into the current as its depths were there to sink into.
Then, the main garment was presented, held aloft by two assistants. It was a formal, long-sleeved kimono, a masterpiece of weaving various force arts and clearly the inspiration for the princesses choice of decor. The fabric was a tapestry of colors and textures, much like the one she'd seen in the universe when she meditated. Dominant was a rich, deep crimson, bleeding into a lighter coral, adorned with intricate floral designs in soft greens, whites and yellows. The sleeves and lower panels featured larger, more abstract patterns in cream and gold, hinting at stylized blossoms or perhaps the wings of a fantastical creature. One side of the kimono, particularly the dramatic fold over her left hip, boasted a bold, almost sculptural arrangement of gold fabric, fashioned into what appeared to be layered, fan-like pleats, adding an almost architectural element to the flowing silk. This wasn't merely clothing; it was a statement. The fabric was lightweight woven silk materia, cool and substantial to the touch. The serving woman, with an almost ritualistic grace, raised the kimono, the voluminous sleeves the sode hanging like wings. As the fabric draped across Junko's back, a wave of cool, substantial weight settled upon her. She felt the silk slide down her arms, the length of the fabric adjusted with precise, almost surgical folds so that the collar, the eri, rested perfectly at the nape of her neck, just touching the small, sensitive column of her spine. It was a sensation of being wrapped, protected, and defined all at once. The collar itself was wide and striking, a band of lustrous gold, edged with a deeper, almost metallic red, drawing immediate attention to her neckline and the elegant curve of her throat. The loose material was pulled taut and folded inward, the skirt of the kimono expertly managed so that its hem kissed the floor with a respectful grace, creating a sense of height and majesty. ANother started applying the solari make up. White and smooth but pulsing with the solari crystals as it protected her and focused her.
The most complex part followed: the obi. The serving woman presented it a felxible, wide band of woven aurodium and scarlet crystal, mirroring the dominant colors of the kimono itself, perhaps with subtle patterns woven into its surface that would only be visible upon closer inspection. It was wrapped, layer upon layer, a formidable piece of architecture that required considerable strength to secure. With each firm tug of the fabric, Junko felt her stance shift. The obi, cinched tightly around her midsection, compelled her posture into a new, impossibly straight elegance. It was a discipline in cloth, forcing her to move with deliberate steps... an almost elegant footwork. A stark contrast to the explosive, acrobatic movements of Form IV of lightsaber combat. Yet, the restriction brought its own focus; her mind felt sharpened, her awareness heightened, the small, enclosed space amplifying her internal stillness. The weight of the obi, a solid, almost unyielding presence around her core, solidified her physical and mental foundation. She knew how to use it for makashi with the white lotus. Finally, the obi was knotted in a traditional taiko musubi at the small of her back a magnificent, complex knot that looked like a folded scroll or a stylized drum, a testament to the serving woman's skill. As the final adjustments were made to the fall of the sleeves and the drape of the skirt, Junko reached up to adjust her unique headpiece. Her hair, styled meticulously in an elaborate, towering chignon that reached dramatically upwards, a striking silhouette. From the base of this intricate coiffure, a series of delicate strings of polished Force crystals hung over her forehead like glittering bangs. Each crystal, small and perfectly faceted, caught the light, refracting it into tiny rainbows, and pulsed with a faint, almost imperceptible warmth against her skin a constant, soothing connection to the Force as it amplified her mental skills in the white current.
She brought her hands up, the fabric of the long sleeves brushing her fingertips. Her nails, she noticed, were long and perfectly manicured, a deep, glossy red that mirrored the crimson of her kimono, adding another layer of sophisticated detail. Clipped discreetly to her inner sash, close to her hip, was her lightsaber the white lotus. Its hilt was curved, designed for an elegant, fluid grip, and crafted with a polished, iridescent carapace of a queen gaping spider from Dathomir and whispering of power. The green hue and mist from a small water pouch coming around. The natural armor of the creature, known for its resilience and unique shimmer, had been treated to a high sheen, catching the light in a way that mimicked shifting oil slicks, hinting at both danger and profound beauty. It was a weapon and a work of art, a reflection of Junko's own blend of grace and lethal precision. She was no longer just a Jedi Master ready for battle, but a stately emissary, a figure of profound respect, poised between the ancient traditions of the world she now inhabited and the timeless wisdom of the Jedi Order. The weightless weave of the silk was the weight of tradition, of ceremony, of the hundreds of generations who had worn this garment before her. As she rose, the obi holding her perfectly rigid, her movement was a glide. The only accessory visible was the gleaming, unique hilt of her lightsaber, a quiet promise of power beneath the layers of silk. She paused, looking at her reflection the familiar, calm eyes of the Jedi peering out from a mantle of formal beauty, framed by the sparkling Force crystals that whispered with ancient power. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips. She was ready.
The dressing process was complete, a meticulous transformation from the practical Jedi to the ceremonial emissary. Master Junko now stood, anchored and rigid, the silk of the kimono a second skin and the obi a corset of woven authority. Her first steps in the full regalia were not merely movements, but a deliberate statement.
She drew another slow, measured breath, centering herself one last time. The stiffness imposed by the tightly bound obi was the primary challenge; it restricted the easy sway of the hips and the long strides she instinctively favored in her Jedi robes. This garment demanded verticality and control. Her right foot lifted, not forward, but subtly inward a small, almost imperceptible turn that shifted her weight with graceful economy. She placed the foot down, keeping the stride short and parallel. The hem of the kimono, weighted with its silk and lining, followed the movement precisely, whispering against the polished wood floor. It did not flutter or expose her ankles, but simply glided, maintaining a seamless, columnar shape from the obi down to the floor. The second step with her left foot was a mirror image: slow, deliberate, the weight transferring smoothly. The motion originated not from the hip, but from a calculated shift in her core, subtly engaged by the tightness of the obi. This forced constraint actually sharpened her focus on the Living Force, turning the simple act of walking into a micro-meditation on balance and grace. The voluminous sleeves the sode presented their own challenge. She held her arms slightly bent, close to her sides, ensuring the magnificent folds of fabric did not brush against any objects or even sway too dramatically. The movement of her hands was minimal, contained, as if they were resting inside a flowing current of silk. With each short, precise step, a soft,
shh-shh sound emanated from the silk sliding against itself and the hidden lining. It was a rhythmic, almost meditative sound, contrasting sharply with the silent, often
whooshing speed of a Jedi's typical gait. The Force crystals hanging over her forehead caught the lamplight with every subtle movement of her head, offering a faint, glittering shimmer that preceded her gaze. She reached the sliding door the
shōji of the dressing chamber. Her hand moved slowly, the heavy cuff of the long sleeve sweeping in an elegant arc. She gripped the edge of the paper frame, the subtle scent of aged wood and rice paper filling her senses. She did not throw the door open; instead, she slid it with a steady, unhurried pressure, revealing the dimly lit corridor beyond. Her final movement was a turn, accomplished not by pivoting on her heels, but by taking a series of tiny, precise steps the suriashi that kept her body centered and upright. It was a measured, almost queenly pivot, allowing the full visual impact of the elaborate obi knot and the trailing silk of the kimono to be presented before she exited.
The whispers of the white current were there as she immersed herself within its flows and movements. Master Junko was no longer traversing space; she was performing a ritual, one slow, deliberate, and utterly silent step at a time. The weight of the silk, once an anchor, now felt like an extension of her own focused power. She stepped through the doorway, the rich crimson and gold of the kimono disappearing into the shadow of the corridor, leaving behind only the faint echo of silk upon silk. SHe looked out from the building as she looked down at the central square. Around the spire most would think the emperor and empress were here... but not really. The sounds of others were coming as the far-casting system brought
https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/sitharia-masamune.197914/ to her. The heir of Chitai... leader of the
Chi-Oni forces. Ancient Atrisians who lived for battle like this, trained all of their lives in just fighting. Moon was there as an otachi but also the
Kyushi represnitive as she stood with a grin on her face, her dusk hued skin smooth and scented with exotic spices, oils and Junko knew her people loved their poisons and finally standing tall with an ornate look. The
Umanushi Horselords representative as their emperor would likely be leading any forces here on their
Longma.. the massive beasts for the equally massive beings. Her hair was ornate and flowing around her body with metal weaved through it like armor, blades on her hips and a laugh on her face. The earliest alliance as the information was coming was also there. The
Taeki were approaching the outposts of the southern continent... their blades sharp and teeth sharper. They had suffered when other beings came from the sky and their leader as she stood there looking around snarled. Lips pulled back to reveal filed teeth aand Junko knew from experience she was vicious... and her lips weren't rreally pulled back they were sliced off.. showing their dedication to the older gods to anyone and everyone. Junko looked at her and she could feel the hostility rolling off of her like a barely contained wave as the being didn't speak.
"The Taeki coming here to aid is an important aspects... all of you making the far-cast herre is important." She said it as Lei came in with a shimmer of energy in the air. her armor gleaming and sleek with the reflective crystaal metal to be polished. "Never going to get used to that." Her voice came as the large cat woman of
Kenzo was there in her armor and holding a missile launcher. "Ah princess." her voice came out as she was looking. "Kenzo,
Lau it is always nice to see you both." A smile was on her face as the sounds of cannons was coming.. the walls of the city aiming up as their anti air cannons were set to protect from the approaching drop pods. They were throwing them at the city which would do two things... one give them a lot of targets and also save a lot of their armor divisons. More so it would preserve the walls allowing them to create a kill box in most cases. "We are getting the carriers into position over the city." She said it as the areas that were considered no mans land at the bottom of the mountain and spire of stone was filled largely with open terrain and defensive carriers. The ships large as they rose up releasing alert fighters. "We will be bringing some of the others in. The Generals of
Fiendfire and
Stormcloud have their force mobilizing and we are being told the
Xianghua Initiative are being brought in with their...
Huggy Time Bears." She said it and the didn't like it but knew that there was no keeping them out of the fight... the Onna were coming, where the yovshin had honor... they did not... where the soldiers fought to defeat and would stop. She knew they were going to have to likely curb and stop them from executing any enemy force that they find. The sound of a communication coming through was there and it appeared. A hardlight projection of a silver clad warrior... the long cape flowing behind them as they walked and spoke with a voice modulator. "
Jia Ren." Junko said it with a look on her face.
"Princess." The voice came. "You and the royals look like they are having a little trouble." The voice was too heavily modulated, the outfit generally made so no one knew. "Did you call to gloat?" She saaid it while moving with the others and they presented more of a united front as the streets were filling up.
Yuánshuài Class Barriers being set up quickly with the portable barricades and laser grids, shield gates and portable ares inn the streets.
Makie Class Droids were working with
Aruni Drones as
Tokusatsu Class Combat Biots were filing into the streets from the tanks that they had. The sleek biots shifting their weaponized hands as they would serve easily to augment the standing army of their soldiers. The first fighters incoming were
Kabaneri MK. V as they hovered and shifted, the variable modes functioning like old vulture droids when they landed as walkers and took their positions bringing near instant armor support to areas most of their walkers wouldn't normally be set up. Jia Ren spoke standing there. "The Empire is bad for business princess and they didn't pay us to smuggle into the system. We could have shown them how." There was a look but also aa shrug. "We will follow behind the chisses defense fleet that has begun to mobile towards the inner system. We'll send our scavengers to pick at them and who knows maybe there will be some hgh value targets that people want to buy back." The voice gave a laugh as the communications cut away and more projections showed up. "Master
Fang Min of the Wukong, Fleet Admiral
Mitthm"ar"anuruodo Khan,
Emperor Tamakatsura Ryozen." The names were given from the droid announcing it as Junko looked at all of them with a bow. There was others
Vulpesen
and his standing army being given access from the Veradune temple to the silk network. The
Kaydryn being utilized for rushing vessels at the planet to throw pods for target practice when she heard the faint sound of the soldiers as they were setting up.
"Report Lady Ike." THe voice of the Emperor cut through the sounds and he stood tall as she bowed. "Emperor, we have begun defensive preparations. Prrotocols are being used but we are also following observing whoever is incoming to coordinate. Procedure has you joining the empresses in the Imperial palace." She said it while remaining there for a moment as she could see several soldiers setting up
Hibani Scythes around the room. The wall attachments would be around the city for the purpose of grenades or falling debris should they maanage to damage the kazue stone itself. "Good, the Chi-Oni contingents will begin their movements. The emergence area near the Nhai mountains will let seventeen thousand get there while others go to the netherworld gates to aid the Tiantai." There was more, there was always more and Sitharia gave a nod of her head as she drew her blade to check it. Several
Shield Gates being set up at the windows forr defensive measures while the walls received on the interiors
Ablative Fortifications to reinforce the walls. THe procedures here being done would be repeated in buildings as they were made to be rapidly deployed, set up and create hold out locations.
Defensive Grid traps being prepared and tied into sections as the princess looked at the admiral. The chiss waas older, recruited in negotiations by Akio when Atrisia pushed out that far and met
Ashin Cardé Varanin and the Fringe Lords. "How is the fleet mobilization?" She was expecting good news, this quickly moving in had bypassed a lot and now the enemies forces were in a single area. "Proceeding, the standing navy is more then enough to crew the system fleets and we have them converging with calls out to Frisal to send our ships that are being in shakedown runs. The ship yards are reporting they have more being prepared as we diverted units from the fortress worlds to use them and converge as a third wave."
The next voice she heard stood there and the woman looked small... tall and radiated an almost sickly air... but her voice came out beautiful. "The
Hijikata Moss has been reacting since the ships came into orbit. There are dark omens ahead but whaatever is happening on that station the Wukong shall send all of its people out. We have been training for moments like this and several
Majokoi are being brought. You will have as much lightside support we can muster within the next thirty minutes." Her hands were up in front of herself. "We ill also send others to the hospital temples to aid the healing aspects where we need to." She bowed her head and the hologram disappeared leaving Junko to look at them all in the room. "Continue as we need, the alternative is what we had under Mythos and the sith but we know how to rebuild and we have only gotten stronger since then. We will use this to shore up the next generation of defenses aand technological achievements." She offered a small smile to it when everything cut off before she was turning around to look out the window. "Message from Commander Hel of the
Kiliean Matriarchy, the rrest of your
Otachi and the daughters of
Hibana with the
Sibsi N Sanilër For'ta Nidan. THey are committing forces to come princess and we have reports of the
Onna on the move." She looked at them as she had to say something. The continued forces preparring as they moved more soldiers into positions. The connection to Veradune's temple was opened allowing some evacuations to the temple there as well as their force to be able to march directly into the city itself. She used their interfaces so thepeople would be able to hear but it wouldn't go over communication systems.
"People of Atrisia, hear me! All this chatter across the stars about our world craving peace, shying from battle, is nothing but a pile of nerf dung. We Atrisian do not seek war, but we do not fear it. We wanted to be left alone. Our blood sings with the honor of the Jade Empress, the fire of the Atrrisian Empire, the resolve of the Horselords. When you were children, you admired the swiftest pilots, the sharpest duelist of the Yovshin, the engineers who reforged the cities. Atrisian hearts beat for strength, for victory not to conquer the galaxy, but to defend our home. We've never broken to outsiders, we've survived and by the spirits of the Dragon Emperor, we never will. Battle is our forge it tempers our soul, it guards our freedom, it keeps Atrisia ours.
Not all of you will perish. In the fiercest clash, perhaps two percent of you here would fall to blaster or blade. Every soul trembles in their first fight anyone who says otherwise is a karking liar. But the true Atrisian fights through fear. Some master it in a moment under turbolaser fire, others in an hour, some in days. The real warrior never lets the shadow of death eclipse their honor, their duty to Atrisia, their pride in our Commonwealth. We fight not for glory, but to keep what is ours our lands, our seas, our skies.
You've grumbled through your training, cursing the endless drills of the Royal Academy the reforms, the cellular implants, the 'kriffing nonsense' of discipline. But those trials weren't for nothing. They forged you into a blade sharp, unbreakable, ready. The Anshin's shield gates, the breakwaters dyson shield the Kaydryn cannons, the Ao'Tuin's might they're nothing without your vigilance. You must stay alert, always, or some offworlder sleemo will quentum tunnel through our defenses and blast you into the void. We've seen graves on worlds like Sakurra, filled because one person was unaware. But those are were graves of the offowlrder, because we caught the bastard before his obsession returned.
Atrisia is one. We live, we build, we fight as one. This lone-hero nonsense spun by Coruscant holodramas is bantha poodoo. Those slicers know as much about war as they do about hyperspace engineering. We have the achieved more, the sharpest vibroblades, the most advanced tech in the galaxy. Food fabricators, the xenoforming to restore worlds, the Silk Gate networrk. By the Force, I pity the Imperial dogs who dare cross our hyperspace breakwater. They'll face the wrath of a world that's rebuilt from ashes again and again and learned each time. A world that will take this attack and continue to build newer countermeasures.
Heroes aren't just the Wukong wielding lightsabers or the Yovshin slashing through stormtroopers. Every soul here matters. Don't ever think your role is small. All have been trained to fight now. All have been given the means to protect their people this time. What if every pilot in our fleet decided they couldn't stand the screech of TIEs and hid in a bunker? That coward might think, 'I'm just one in billions, they won't miss me.' If every one of you thought that, where would Atrisia be? Shattered, like Jar'Kai under Mythos's storm. No, thank Zanza who purged it and whose sacrifice created the lightside plants that will make that more difficult to repeat, Atrisian blood doesn't run that way. The mechanics keep our starfighters soaring, the quartermasters bring rice and plum wine, because where we're going, there's no loot to scavenge. Even the droid in the mess hall, purifying water to keep us from the runs, holds the line.
Think of your family beside you, not just yourself. We have no place for cowards in Atrisia's ranks anymore. They're a blight, to be cut out like rot in wood. Cowards breed weakness; the brave forge strength. Root out the faint-hearted, and we'll build a Commonwealth of iron will. During the war with Mythos, I saw a technician in Xiaolang, clinging to a comm tower under Sith blaster fire. I asked what in the blazes she was doing. She snapped, 'Fixing the relay, master jedi.' I said, 'Isn't it a bit hot up there?' She shot back, 'Yes, ma'am, but this kriffing signal's got to hold.' I asked, 'Those Sith speeders don't bother you?' She smirked, 'Not as much as you do.' That's an Atrisian. Duty above all, no matter the odds, no matter how small the task seems. And you should've seen the convoys in Kansai, hauling supplies through ash storms and Force lightning. Those drivers common folk, not soldiers kept moving, day and night, through ravaged lands. Some piloted for days without rest. That's the spirit of the people who forged the Jishi era. They weren't warriors, but they were Atrisian, part of our unity. Without them, we'd have fallen.
We all want peace. We want to rebuild our cities, tend our fields, sip tea under cherry blossoms. But peace isn't won by hiding behind the Anshin's shields. The Empire's coming, and the only way to keep our home is to crush their fleets before they pollute our skies. We don't want their worlds, their credits, their thrones, we'll rip those from the walls. we want Atrisia left alone. The fastest way to that is through their Star Destroyers. When we're done, I'll personally plant a tree in their memory. If you cower in a trench, an Imperial will find you. To hell with that. Our warriors cower in trenches slow us down. Keep moving. We'll win this fight, but only by showing the Empire we've got more resolve than they'll ever muster. We're not here to blast them; we're here to tear their kriffing aarmy apart and use the scrap to reinforce our tea cups. We'll shred those Imperial sleemos by the freighter-load.
Some of you wonder if you'll break under fire. Don't. I know you'll hold. Battle is brutal, a killing business. The Empire is the enemy. Wade into them, spill their blood, or they'll spill yours. Blast their walkers, gut their ships. When blaster bolts scream and you wipe the ash from your face, only to find it's the blood of your comrade, you'll know what to do. I am a jedi and shouldn't talk like this but I am Atrisian and like most of you fed up and tired of watching my people killed.
No one says, 'I'm holding my position.' We're not holding a damn thing. We advance, always, and we're not here to claim their worlds we're here to grip the Empire by the throat and kick it back to Coruscant. Our plan is to charge through their lines like a Longma through a forest. Some will say we're pushing too hard. I don't care. An hour of sweat saves a liter of blood. The harder we fight, the more Imperials we burn. More dead Imperials, fewer dead Atrisian. Push harder, lose less. Our warriors don't surrender. I won't hear of anyone taken unless they're bleeding out and even then, you fight. We gave you the finest in healing technologies and medical tech use it. I want warriors like the Horselord God on the plains, who, with a blaster to his chest, smashed the usurper's soldiers helmet with his own and gunned down another, all with a bolt through his ribs. That's Atrisia's heart.
Don't speak of me being here. No holomessages, no whispers. The galaxy doesn't need to know where I stand. Let the first to learn be those Imperial bastards when they see our Royal fleets and cry, 'By the Force, it's the Atrisian armadas!' Decades from now, when you're sipping plum wine by the Water Gardens, and your younglings ask, 'What did you do in the twelveth battle of 902 ABY?' you won't mutter, 'I tended fields on Kansai.' No, you'll look them in the eye and say, 'I fought with Princess Junko, and we kept Atrisia free!'
We're not alone in this, we have spent years cultivating friendships, we have worked with Shoma to forge treaties and given enclaves. We have Chiss defense forces given home after their world was destroyed, we have twi'lek warriors rescued during raids who have stayed to aid with our tactics, herglic warriors who have stood with us since the time we were Kital, mirialian healers ensuring our medical technologies can handle the multitude of plagues that have been unleashed upon us. They developed the murakami innoculations, zeltron engineers creating the nanie clouds that will infuse solari crystals in the air to mitigate darkside influences, sakuran artists for wartime propaganda about the skills you ahve all done, frisal shipbuilders who have built the fighters we have in the skies and ships, kiribi pilots who work with our walker divisions, jin riders filling out the ranks of the jade screamers, the daughters of hibani with their sibsi force users, kiliean forces that have fought traitors and our darker elements. All of these allies deliver a portion of the diversity of tactics on Atrisia. It is what has been done to prepar you, what has been given to make our chance to live and unite as one force across this planet.
Alright, you fierce sons and daughters of the Commonwealth. You know my will. I'm proud to stand with you, to defend our home anytime, anywhere. That's all."
She said it as she looked at it and her Otachi had filed into the room, each handmaiden there prrepared and ready. Armored robes, their weapons and equipment was all ready. Baarca's wardroid was at the ready. Phaidor looked at her and spoke with a smile. "
Longshot War Droids aare getting into position princess. They will begin anti-orbital firing from around the continent while others are locked onto the Empires landing area. We'll unleash heavier cannon fire from within the wall and keep the shelling up as needed." Barca spoke as her helt enclosed her face. "The
Glydr Class War Droids will maintain themselves in the streets. For now once they start breaking down those drop pods they will move into choke points once their size gets large enough to block it off. And the Yofukashi report their
Cerberus War Droids are prepared for a mandalorian air drop." You could hear the humor there in her voice now.. practically see the smile under the helmet with its jade and darker tones. Junko walked as they continued towards the outside and she was feeling the shifting of the currents around her. She could see others were coming, more arriving who might provide aid. Her gut telling her Atrisia wasn't a factor as much as the ones from the GA and High Republic who would be here. Kirano stood there next to her as she spoke. "My mother and sister as getting some of the
Ta-Wa-Ka to the surface with
Senkaku who will provide reinforcements when they get up here princess."
She continued outside and stood at the base of the spire. Able to look out on the city streets as they were lined with soldiers prepared and at the ready. Saso shielding in the front and ready, the furthest units in the back holding the lightbows as they were designed to take down fighters. Xifang was there with her as the massive Tiger roared, his armor gleaming and flexible but loaded with shoulder cannons. A hand coming out and petting his massive size as she could feel it. The shifting in the ground more and more, they had brought to protect themselve the bryn
Giants of living Stone that were in the valley between the walls. They were like theirr namesakes and they were able to do a whole lot more for them as they could shift and alter the landscape to create protected areas for the soldiers or where they wanted to go. Junko rolled her shoulders as she stood there prrepared for the fight... they would have to be but she listened to Miyoung who was next to her in her armored robes with a
Kyūdō class lightbows. "This is quite fascinating princess they barreled thrhough the breakwater and the hyperspace defenses, it gives me improved ideas how to fix them. Better we can engiener aadditionaal countermeasures based on what the scans will be giving us to these ships that they are using. The station alone will provide readouts to pour over for days." SHe said it all with a smile on her face while Barca was looking at her as she secured her weapons.
"Could you try not being so excited." There was a grim voice but she was there at the girls side ready to defend. "Oh but I am not... I am scared for a lot of things, my family has more of a chance of being hurt but that is why I have been working on so many of the things that we developed here. To protect them and the other people by extension so now I have more things to develop. I wonder if we can... oh I know if you can get me to my lab I can start developing with the
Kaikichi Project. We can use the new generaators to create the energy and materials with the fabricators to power it and start developing countermeasures." She said it and there was a gleam in her eye with it.. and it wasn't her glasses as the sounds of the western wolves coming was important.
Pocket Tanks were coming into the streets as they were small enough to be kept within the spire... and small enough they were designed to move in the streets. Miyoung was looking at it. "I also have two
Ultraheavy Atlasbreakers at my Lab we were looking for ways to ablate their design with molecular disruption... we would be able to compact them for travel purposes. Imagine being aable to haave a small army of them in a cargo hold and deploying it against an attacking force... it would be beneficial." Junko looked at her aand she waited sending a message that they would be able to use with the interface rather then planetary com channels that could be monitored. "Everyone prepared?" She said it as she looked over her own prep in her mind.
Royal Military x
Assault Corps x
Heavy Fighters x
Jade Screamers x
Metsuka x
Yofukashi x
Yovshin Swordsmen x
Xianghua Initiative x
Dorīmugādo x
Burakkugādo x
Wukong: x
- Alert and Mobilization: Klaxons trigger planet-wide lockdown, with citizens moving to Smart Facility Module bunkers. All able-bodied Atrisians are mobilized due to universal military training, supported by Nanocellular and Educational Implants.
- Junko's Command: Princess Junko coordinates from the Palace of the Hidden, ordering orbital snipers to target enemy leadership and supplies once visible, deploying war droids (Longshot, Glydr, Cerberus), and activating countermeasures like Smart Clouds and Medical Pulse Generators.
- Defensive Assets: Jar'Kai's three walls, Kazue Stone fortifications and construction, and Yuánshuài Barriers create kill zones. Tachibana Orbital Platforms, Lookout Blinds, and Gentoku Armored Trains provide firepower, while biots (Hydra Class, armored beasts) and droids (aruni, Tokusatsu) augment ground forces.
- Allied Support: Chi-Oni, Horselords, Taeki, Wukong, and external allies (Chiss, Kiliean, Veradune) reinforce defenses. Jia Ren's mercenaries disrupt enemy operations.
- Countermeasures: Nanite purification, Zenkoku traps, and Tiantai monks containment address darkside, plague, and rift threats. Miyoung plans to analyze enemy tactics for future defenses.
- Junko's Speech: Junko rallies the populace, emphasizing unity, honor, and resilience, rejecting cowardice and invoking Atrisian pride to inspire fierce resistance.
- Personal Preparation: Junko dons a Force-enhanced kimono and wields the White Lotus lightsaber, using the White Current to augment her perception of stealth or conceal and create illusions
