The Siege of Dra'vadia [CIS Dominion of Pzob]

[Malok]

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The Siege of Dra'vadia​

K749 SYSTEM - PZOB ORBIT
LUCREHULK-CLASS COMMAND CARRIER - BRIDGE

The world of Pzob, formerly one of peace and harmony, had recently been consumed in an inferno of war and bloodshed. Its people, both Gamorr and Human, had lived together in tranquility until a Warlord had arose amongst the Gamorr clans. He conquered the vast majority of them, putting to the sword or enslaving those who had opposed him. Recent months had been filled to the brim with a siege on the human city of Dra'vadia: a walled city within which thousands of innocent men, women, and children feared for their lives. Only their walls had protected them from the fury of the Warlord and his army, but it was beyond their power to liberate themselves from their hellish predicament. As such, they called out in distress to the Confederacy of Independent Systems...

And surging forth from the depths of hyperspace, they arrived en masse. A taskforce composed of a congregation of Confederate vessels rocketed out of the realm between and swiftly came into the orbit of the world Pzob. Leading this taskforce of cruisers, frigates, and carriers was a Lucrehulk-class Command Carrier. T'was upon the bridge of this very vessel that the Grand Marshal of the Confederacy, Genesis Rostu, stood preparing to give a briefing to the men and women who would accompany him down to the planet's surface. Garbed in a suit of MX-00 Templar Armor which had been modified to accommodate his stature, the clone stood overlooking a holographic projection of the theatre below. Sieges were a nasty part of war, one that he personally had a distate for; and as such he would do all in his power to prevent the people's suffering from going on any longer.

With helmet in hand, the Vong-shaped warrior began a transmission from the Bridge of the Lucrehulk, broadcasting it across the intercoms of the entire ship and across the channels of all the vessels accompanying it. "This is Grand Marshal Genesis Rostu. The briefing will begin momentarily. All hands, report to your stations and begin descent to the planet at its conclusion."

@[member="Aedan Miles"], @[member="Alisha'ven"], @[member="Alli Wren"], @[member="Aluk Magar"], @[member="AR-G002"], @[member="Arthos Vynea"], @Cade Lee, @[member="Chloe Hinata"], @[member="Circe Savan"], @[member="Commander Black"], @[member="Coop"], @[member="Darren Shaw"], @[member="Davion Wright"], @[member="Daxton Bane"], @[member="Desmond Voralis."] @[member="Dharma Vessia"], @[member="Elrax Mothris"], @[member="Emahana"], @[member="Ember Rekali"], @[member="Errol Ackeron"], @[member="Farran Coiro"], @[member="Feena Mason"], @[member="Gavin Wilis"], @[member="Hannibal Oryen"], @[member="Helios Meldonus Kingpriest"], @[member="Ishtar Freyja"], @Jacen Peterson, @[member="Jalaak Ranaz"], @[member="James Moriarty"], @[member="Jareth Oldron"], @[member="Jonathan Walsh"], @[member="Juthan'Athar"], @[member="Kalia Walsh"], @[member="Kara Avoyos"], @[member="Kataphrak"], @[member="Korbin Edron"], @[member="Ksayral Zekaidos"], @[member="Lauren Walsh"], @[member="Lee Radimus"], @[member="Loegaire Tyr Veill"], @[member="Lorcan Roberts"], @Lucious Montross, @[member="Lysander of Suarbi"], @Mason Comachi, @Medon Talvara, @[member="Mehrk Gorbi"], @[member="Montag Card"], @[member="Myra Subach"], @Nelio Ardik, @Nocturno, @[member="OBD-001"], @[member="Olidiv Kenu"], @[member="Oron"], @[member="Piraiba"], @[member="Pollux Ojedrian"], @[member="Praxis"], @[member="Rave"], @[member="Sadrion"], @[member="Saren Lonecaller"], @[member="Sasha Santhe"], @[member="Serock Hoath"], @[member="Seth Lockheart"], @[member="Shorurra"], @[member="Siara Kai"], @[member="Sirella Valkner"], @[member="Sonja Mercier"], @[member="Sophia Walsh"], @[member="Squr Tyson"], @[member="Suhr"], @T:N1:LD, @[member="The Forecaster"], @[member="Trevin Neros"], @[member="Vascious Relens"], @[member="Vendir"], @[member="Vertorix"], @[member="Voracen Raiz"], @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"], @Wiklea Ve'nar, @Xander Corbal, @[member="Xhal Taleed"], @[member="Zev Stargo"]. ​

 

[SC-A1]

With the jump completed, and the order given, the old, yet still active ensign pilot continued with a systems check along with a transmission to its subordinates to start protocol and send information back immediately. "Grand Marshal, high orbital patrol has been set, radar has been set, weapons armed, com-links open. All systems on stand-by. The Com-room has been prepped, all commanders on stand-by awaiting briefing." With a salute the droid awaited further instruction from high command, ready to immediately issue out orders as needed to all the droids on the bridge. "It seems communications with the planet have also been set, yet the connection is full of static and hard to maintain so there is a 60% probability that their connection will be cut, I shall have the droids continue to keep the connection up until the briefing is complete sir." With all said the droid awaited for confirmation from the Grand Marshal, knowing full well the commander knew the situation long before the fleet arrived yet, still showed the patience to allow a systems report to be read off by a simple almost out of date ensign.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Outside Dra'vadia's Wall
14:35 Local time

"How much longer?"

"Just a few more seconds, boss."

Three men stood outside the walls, all were wearing basic medium armor colored to blend in with the surrounding landscape. Each man was human and each wore a vivid and frightening durasteel mask upon their faces. One man, short and scrawny, worked furiously on a complex rigging of wires and chemical containers that was strapped to the wall with tape. Above him was a man, bulky and strong with a decorative mask that reflected the light of the sun with violent radiance. This man was the worst nightmare of the Confederacy, a man who had nothing left to lose but his life for his soul and worldly possessions were no longer a hindrance. A man is only a man when you can look into his eyes and see the light of of a soul, without such a glimmer of life one can only be called an abomination. That glimmer of life was absent in the cold eyes of the masked man and would never return.

Looking over his shoulder, the masked man studied the Gamorreans hiding in the nearby brush of the jungle. The leader of the raiding party looked at him and the masked man looked back. No words needed to be spoken to express what was on their minds. The clan of this particular raiding party wanted to untie the planet under their fist and would not stand for a Confederate incursion and the masked man would not let the CIS take this place. The Confederacy was nothing but a gathering of vile vermin who killed indiscriminately and without mercy, they were no different than the masked man himself. This was not why he aimed to kill them, no, but because they had taken something from him...something that drove him to the edge of sanity and forced him into the vast darkness of insanity. Death would rain from the heavens of Bothawui like the unholy city that it was. This death would dodge only one mam, the clone that called himself the Grand Marshal of the Confederacy. No, death would stalk him only to be sure that he did not die until his time had come. Until then, it would tear apart everything that he held dear and force him to watch.

"Sir, it's ready." The man near the wall notified

"Excellent" Turning to the third man, the masked terror casually ordered the following "ready the rest of the men, be sure that everything is prepared."

A slight nod "Yes sir." the third masked man responded before running off into the distant brush as the man planting the device on the wall stood and looked to his leader

"We should back up, sir." the man said, jogging past his leader and into the brush with the pig-like warriors

Calmly, much more calmly than his comrade, the terror marched into the brush and took the detonator from a pouch on his armor and held it steadily in his hand "Let the reckoning of the Confederacy....commence." as the last syllable slithered off his tongue, the detonator was activated and a series of thunderous claps bellowed out from several places around the perimeter of the wall. Massive six meter wide gaps were made in various places along the wall as the foundations broke and the tops of the wall collapsed in on the bottom. Dust, smoke and ruble shot into the air and obscured the terror from sight, making him but a ominous silhouette in the grey smoke.

No more words needed to be spoken, the explosions were words enough. Without hesitation, hordes of Gamorrean warriors surged forward into the city, their axes raised to kill every last man, woman and child.

 

[Aedan Miles]

@[member="Genesis Rostu"] @[member="AR-G002"]

Aedan Miles was in the hangar leaning against a fighter that was painted almost as brightly as the outfit the young man wore. Scattered among the drab standard issue fighter craft of the CIS were the brightly painted and unique fighters of Aedan's elite squadrons. They piloted fighters ranging from the elite Devastator-class heavy fighters, Remnant-class multirole fighters and Dread-class light fighters. For this mission Aedan had left the Raider-class interceptors back on the home base of the Corsairs. He also had a facade-class carrier and his Impetus-class frigate packed with Shard-class boarding/drop pods and carrying his men. They would be used to insert the Cragmoloid troopers of the Corsair brotherhood on the ground. Also sitting in the hangar of the Lurcehulk were a full squadrons worth of gunships ready to do resupply runs.

 

[Malok]

There was one thing that the Grand Marshal had a love for, and that were the classics; and nothing made his day more than interacting with Ensign @[member="AR-G002"]. When the droid unit's metallic voice addressed the Vong-Shaped clone, a small smile formed on his visage and he turned on his heel to face the unit. He heard his report, nodding along in understanding, then returned the gesture of a salute with snap. "Excellent," began the Grand Marshal, lowering his hand to his side, "is there any way that you could amplify the signal in order to keep the channels open?"

As the words escaped his lips, a transmission characterized by enormous sums of static broke through. Obviously, the communications unit on the other end was damaged. T'was one of the few militia members of Dra'vadia, sending a frantic message to the Confederate fleet...for the walls had been breached and chaos was beginning to ensure. As the Gamorreans began to ransack the frontmost portions of the city, the single, brave militia member stood firm and did his best to relay the news to the Confederate task force.

"Czzzshhh...Com-n...Come-n, We need -lp! T-e Gam-ns are here! The Wa-s bre-ch....The Wall...Bre-czzzhhhh"​

"Ensign, amplify that signal!" came the urgent response of the clone.

@[member="Aedan Miles"], @[member="Alisha'ven"], @[member="Alli Wren"], @[member="Aluk Magar"], @[member="AR-G002"], @[member="Arthos Vynea"], @Cade Lee, @[member="Chloe Hinata"], @[member="Circe Savan"], @[member="Commander Black"], @[member="Coop"], @[member="Darren Shaw"], @[member="Davion Wright"], @[member="Daxton Bane"], @[member="Desmond Voralis."] @[member="Dharma Vessia"], @[member="Elrax Mothris"], @[member="Emahana"], @[member="Ember Rekali"], @[member="Errol Ackeron"], @[member="Farran Coiro"], @[member="Feena Mason"], @[member="Gavin Wilis"], @[member="Hannibal Oryen"], @[member="Helios Meldonus Kingpriest"], @[member="Ishtar Freyja"], @Jacen Peterson, @[member="Jalaak Ranaz"], @[member="James Moriarty"], @[member="Jareth Oldron"], @[member="Jonathan Walsh"], @[member="Juthan'Athar"], @[member="Kalia Walsh"], @[member="Kara Avoyos"], @[member="Kataphrak"], @[member="Korbin Edron"], @[member="Ksayral Zekaidos"], @[member="Lauren Walsh"], @[member="Lee Radimus"], @[member="Loegaire Tyr Veill"], @[member="Lorcan Roberts"], @Lucious Montross, @[member="Lysander of Suarbi"], @Mason Comachi, @Medon Talvara, @[member="Mehrk Gorbi"], @[member="Montag Card"], @[member="Myra Subach"], @[member="Neilo Ardik"], @Nocturno, @[member="OBD-001"], @[member="Olidiv Kenu"], @[member="Oron"], @[member="Piraiba"], @[member="Pollux Ojedrian"], @[member="Praxis"], @[member="Rave"], @[member="Sadrion"], @[member="Saren Lonecaller"], @[member="Sasha Santhe"], @[member="Serock Hoath"], @[member="Seth Lockheart"], @[member="Shorurra"], @[member="Siara Kai"], @[member="Sirella Valkner"], @[member="Sonja Mercier"], @[member="Sophia Walsh"], @[member="Squr Tyson"], @[member="Suhr"], @T:N1:LD, @[member="The Forecaster"], @[member="Trevin Neros"], @[member="Vascious Relens"], @[member="Vendir"], @[member="Vertorix"], @[member="Voracen Raiz"], @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"], @Wiklea Ve'nar, @Xander Corbal, @[member="Xhal Taleed"], @[member="Zev Stargo"]. ​

 

[SC-A1]

With a quick nod silence fell amongst the bridge as orders and reports flew around the room, transmissions we processed and enacted, all for a few minutes silence was the only response given to the Grand Marshal. "Grand Marshal, it seems that communication has ceased, we are still receiving signals, however all we getting is static and broken words. Based on what we could decipher it seems that the wall has fallen for some reason." The droid looked over all the information gathered checking for any loose ends before shaking his head. "Sir, contact has been lost...." Turning to the stout figure the droid awaited to carry out with will of the Confederacy.

 

[Malok]

"Damn it all...all those people..." came the frustrated response of the clone. There was nothing they could do, except liberate as many innocent civilians as they possibly could from the jaws of death. The Gamorreans were upon them, relentlessly, and now was the time to act. "Ensign," he said, addressing the droid once more, "open a transmission to the task force. This briefing starts now." He allowed time for the Droid to go about enacting his command before speaking into the console, fully expecting his voice to be transmitted across the taskforce.

"Time is of the essence my friends, the people of Dra'vadia...nay, the people of Pzob, need our assistance now. I want all ground units to the hangers and to get to the planet's surface on the double. I want two efforts of counterattack on the enemy. Troops are to land on the inside of the city, and on the outside, so that we may box them in and eliminate them from all sides. Phantoms, Infiltrators, I want you hunting down this Warlord. Our intelligence states that he is not too far from Dra'vadia, holed up in an ancient Stormtrooper base. Breach it, end him, and secure the schematics that are rumored to be in his possession. Lastly, to the Curates, accompany the troopers down and deploy to the rear of the city, set up shop there and help as many of the wounded as possible. Pilots, to your starfighters, I want close air support on this mission. You have your orders, the Siege ends this day. For the Confederacy, we fight!"

@[member="Aedan Miles"], @[member="Alisha'ven"], @[member="Alli Wren"], @[member="Aluk Magar"], @[member="AR-G002"], @[member="Arthos Vynea"], @Cade Lee, @[member="Chloe Hinata"], @[member="Circe Savan"], @[member="Commander Black"], @[member="Coop"], @[member="Darren Shaw"], @[member="Davion Wright"], @[member="Daxton Bane"], @[member="Desmond Voralis."] @[member="Dharma Vessia"], @[member="Elrax Mothris"], @[member="Emahana"], @[member="Ember Rekali"], @[member="Errol Ackeron"], @[member="Farran Coiro"], @[member="Feena Mason"], @[member="Gavin Wilis"], @[member="Hannibal Oryen"], @[member="Helios Meldonus Kingpriest"], @[member="Ishtar Freyja"], @Jacen Peterson, @[member="Jalaak Ranaz"], @[member="James Moriarty"], @[member="Jareth Oldron"], @[member="Jonathan Walsh"], @[member="Juthan'Athar"], @[member="Kalia Walsh"], @[member="Kara Avoyos"], @[member="Kataphrak"], @[member="Korbin Edron"], @[member="Ksayral Zekaidos"], @[member="Lauren Walsh"], @[member="Lee Radimus"], @[member="Loegaire Tyr Veill"], @[member="Lorcan Roberts"], @Lucious Montross, @[member="Lysander of Suarbi"], @Mason Comachi, @Medon Talvara, @[member="Mehrk Gorbi"], @[member="Montag Card"], @[member="Myra Subach"], @[member="Neilo Ardik"], @Nocturno, @[member="OBD-001"], @[member="Olidiv Kenu"], @[member="Oron"], @[member="Piraiba"], @[member="Pollux Ojedrian"], @[member="Praxis"], @[member="Rave"], @[member="Sadrion"], @[member="Saren Lonecaller"], @[member="Sasha Santhe"], @[member="Serock Hoath"], @[member="Seth Lockheart"], @[member="Shorurra"], @[member="Siara Kai"], @[member="Sirella Valkner"], @[member="Sonja Mercier"], @[member="Sophia Walsh"], @[member="Squr Tyson"], @[member="Suhr"], @T:N1:LD, @[member="The Forecaster"], @[member="Trevin Neros"], @[member="Vascious Relens"], @[member="Vendir"], @[member="Vertorix"], @[member="Voracen Raiz"], @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"], @Wiklea Ve'nar, @Xander Corbal, @[member="Xhal Taleed"], @[member="Zev Stargo"]. ​

 

[Rayn H'voc]

The charismatic tomboy had returned to the good fight. The now Major Sonja Mercier had finally returned form leave after her heroic actions at Utapau. Saving @[member="Genesis Rostu"] AND @[member="Daxton Bane"] earned her some pretty kickass credibility and perks. The 117th Tactical Battalion had it's commander back and she was more eager to fight than ever before. The 117th was able to ride on their own carrier in order to prepare and deploy the only way the 117th knew how: quick and clean. The battalion assembled in the main hangar bay for the debriefing. Sonja was once again able to put on her old uniform, made exclusively for her. The Confederacy would soon the glorious voice of the exotic femme fatale once more.

Only rumors had passed beforehand of Sonja's return to the 117th. The battalion's current leader was nothing like Sonja. Whoever was put in charge of the 117th led them to be normal, nay, mediocre. Suffice to say, 'Static' battalion wasn't the shining gem they used to be. Until today.

The briefing from the Grand Marshal had came through, with some difficulties at first, but soon the gist of it came through. The Grand Marshal spoke with such gusto, as usual. Once the transmission was over the 117th headed for the dropships but were stopped by a sharp whistle to their rear. Nearly the entire 117th gasped in unison as their true leader revealed herself to them. Major Sonja looked over her old battalion and smiled cheerfully. This was her home. Static battalion was where she belonged.

After the little welcome back ceremony was complete, the 117th boarded their dropships and headed for the planet's surface. Destination: Dra'vadia.

 

[Aedan Miles]

@[member="Genesis Rostu"]

Aedan looked up and smirked whistling sharply as the heads of the Corsair pilots poked up over the wings of the ships and he gave them all a nod and then turned using the force to leap into the cockpit of his fighter. He pressed a few switches and not surprisingly the Corsairs were the first ones ready to take off. Aedan glanced around and then activated his com to the newest Ensign of the Confeds @[member="AR-G002"] "This is Aedan Miles and the Corsairs squadrons we are taking off and going in hot. Let us clear the way so you can have a smooth ride down." With that the young man's fighter slowly lifted off the ground and he started forward not waiting for a reply as he knew that this was the best way to do it. While he did this the two ships that were flying under the colors of the Brotherhood moved away from the rest of the fleet preparing the drop pods with their atmospheric entry extensions. Aedan looked back as he saw the other squadrons lifting off and flowing after him.

He smirked and turned back towards the planet his eyes gleaming lightly as he lead the way down at high speeds easily controlling the motions of his fighter as he entered the atmosphere above the planet. he opened a com to the city as it came into sight. "Milita of Dravadia this is Captain Miles Confederate forces are inbound hold out we will give you back up soon. Contact me on this channel and me and my squadron will supply you with close air support if you need reinforcements now just give me the coordinates and I can start dropping in my personal troops." HE cut the channel as he leveled off suddenly in the upper atmosphere opening his groups com channel. "All right boys and girls they have no way to stop us target large groups make them vanish. Watch out for any help that is not Gamorrean." He watched as flight groups broke off from him and started to streak down towards the planets surface. He lead his squadron down to clear a landing zone for the Confederate forces sense he didn't want to mess it up. They came in low and fast their weapons flashing as they cut down Gamorreans left and right his eyes flicking around as he searched for a suitable landing zone. Then he found it. He smirked and activated his com again "Grand Marshal this is Miles I am in the process of clearing a landing zone for Confed forces coordinates are 12.83.16. You are within a click of the city walls it looks like we have 3 major breaches and gates opening now." He looked down as he zoomed over the city walls his eyes narrowing.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Silver light reflected off the highly polished chrome green and purple armor as the Sith Lord boarded one of the nearby dropships. Truth be told, he wasn't supposed to be among the first on the ground, in fact he was supposed to be at the briefing room with the rest of the command, but staying back while there was killing to be done was simply not Daxton's style.
With a cocky salute at @[member="Sonja Mercier"], he said in a cheerful tone, "Hope you don't mind me hitching a ride with your mudstompers. Trouble always seems to find you, and you know how much I like trouble."

For some reason Daxton had his special cyrothrower rig attached over his shoulder, along with heavy blaster rifle it seemed like the Sith was looking for deal death and destruction on a rather wide swathe this time around. Checking the charge of his personal shields, he took his seat and waited for the deployment to commence.

@[member="Sonja Mercier"]

 

[DG45]

So this was it? This was war? Thoughts ran through Lonecaller's mind as he checked through the variety of arrows in his quiver. This wasn't some robbery, this was like back in the clone wars, instead of knockout gas bomb tipped arrows you had explosive tips, tips designed to dig in under the skin and incendiary ones. To be honest he hadn't missed it. With saber at his side, balaclava donned and hood up, Saren awaited the call of war.

 

[Sophia Walsh]

This would be one of the first battles that she wasn't going to be flying which for her was always weird. Sophia was used to flying and shooting the enemy out of the sky. She was a pro when it came to that but her and the blaster didn't get along very well. She did eventually get her target but not right away. Sophia figured she wouldn't be doing much of that either since she was accompanying her mentor today and getting some real hands on experience with her light saber.

The Force didn't come easy for her but Sophia wasn't one to give up. She carved out time to practice with her light saber and her abilities. The more she practiced the easier different abilities became and the better she became. Sophia knew a mission such as this was coming so she wanted to be ready. Josiah had spent a lot of time working with her and she wanted to show him it wasn't all for nothing. She took all of this very seriously. The last thing she wished to do was embarrass herself or even worse disappoint him.

Taking a deep breath Sophia continued her trek to the hanger where she was to meet him. She was admittedly was a little nervous and was trying to shake it off. This was just like any other mission and everything would be fine.

@[member="Josiah Denko"]

 

[SC-A1]

With reports coming in from all the escorts, Drop ships and the rest of the battalion, the droid was issuing orders for the rest of the crew to say, the com chatter was full of numbers, reports, gunfire, screams and static. While the battle was going good for some it was a disaster in other areas with drop ships being shot down as soon as they entered the atmosphere. Although most of the troops were droids it did slightly bother the ensign as signals dropped from the commander droids. "All units find a landing-zone and secure it, no scouting or attacking, orders are to secure a LZ and draw a line! Grand Marshal the enemy may not have a navy but it seems they have acquired anti-air equipment and are shooting down anything that comes within half a kilometer of the city and their headquaters. 30% of the drop ships have fallen or have taken severe damage to supplies and crew!" The droid turned to his leader for commands, basic protocol filling in the gaps of what to do and not to do in this situation.
"Ensign, the Corsairs have made an opening near the front of the city and are raiding the enemies lines! Permission to send coordinates to all drop ships?"
"Permission granted, protocol calls for a base to be made before all forces are lost. All units send your squads the coordinates, make the line!"
"Roger. Roger."
"Grand Marshal, what are your orders? Currently the original plan has failed and we are losing many troops."
@[member="Genesis Rostu"]

 

[Darth Metus]

When the first announcement had blared across the intercom, the young master known as Josiah Denko straightaway left the comforts of the quarters that he had claimed and had begun to make his way down to the hanger bay. Convoluted thoughts clouded his mind. The Justiciar of the Templar Rangers, as always, had several million obligations that were tugging at his attention. Even now, only moments away from participating in a militant venture alongside the Confederacy, his mind was set on possible changes to the Rangers' organization in addition to whether or not he would assume leadership of a Chateau. However, upon entering the hanger bay, his thoughts came to focus on the task at hand, for there was urgency in the voice of the Grand Marshal who had made the second announcement.

Obviously things were bad on the ground and time was of the essence.

As such, garbed from head to toe in his customary suit of Templar Armor adorned with his former Jedi cloak, the young Master came to a halt before one of the many dropships strewn about the hanger. He then leaned his back against the durasteel hull, taking a moment to exhale and center himself and his thoughts. The Force was his ally. The Light was his ally. And with these in hand, he would liberate the people of Dra'vadia from the doors of death. A smooth inhale, followed by a calming exhale characterized him; and immediately thereafter he was greeted by the sight of his apprentice: Sophia Walsh. The young, beautiful woman had grown significantly after coming under his tutelage, but there was much that she had to learn. However, despite the challenges, she had an inferno of potential and he was beyond happy to be the hands to cultivate that flame into something great.

"Are you ready to get going, Sophia?" he asked, greeting her with his trademark smile. As the words escaped his lips, he stood tall and opened the door to the dropship, motioning for her to enter first. He was, after all, a gentleman.

@[member="Sophia Walsh"].

 

[Malok]

The report that came in, compliments of AR-G002, was yet another source of frustration in the mind of the Grand Marshal. At that very moment, there was not many options for him to utilize at this point in time. Their dropships and gunships were being blown out of the sky, and as such they needed to do something about it. However, at the same time, the Corsair Brotherhood had done remarkably well in securing an opening in the front of the enemy lines. With time running out and lives being lost, the Grand Marshal had to make a call; one that he hesitated to make in light of the events that had transpired on Geonosis.

"Those who have landed, assist the Corsair Brotherhood in securing and clearing the LZ. Those who have yet to disembark from the fleet, hold off. I need a precision strike on that anti-aircraft equipment. Three cannons, no civilian casualties, am I clear?"

@[member="AR-G002"], @[member="Aedan Miles"], @[member="Sonja Mercier"], @[member="Daxton Bane"], @[member="Sophia Walsh"], @Nocturno.

 

[SC-A1]

"Roger Roger. Attention all units, send coordinates immediately. Repeat send coordinates immediately. Planetary Bombardment in 2 minutes." The ensign sent the order and the communications alarm started going off. All droids started gathering the coordinates of allied troops and sen them to the fleet as the Planetary guns started to charge up. "Grand Marshal, the Raptor droids have deployed air superiority is confirmed, but the anti-air guns are ripping us apart. ground troops are being cut off and coms have been blocked. The enemy is responding to our moves quickly. Also @[member="Josiah Denko"]'s unit has lifted off we should have Jedi on the ground soon." Reports kept flooding in and the Ensign processed them as fast as he could to give up-to-date information, but to much was going on and a few of the droids on the bridge turned off from the overflow of information being given and taken. The ensign quickly moved around the bridge reactivating the powered down droids keeping communication alive as well as he could. The alarms on the coms reminded everyone that the Planetary cannons were charging and that all friendly units had to reports their position or risk being blown off the planet.
@[member="Genesis Rostu"]

 

[Feena]

Lucrehulk-class Command Carrier- Infirmary
Feena could literally feel her daughter waking up from what had been a very short nap. Too bad for Feena too, because it was finally time for her to get to work.
Bad timing, Celeste...

A strong kick at the side of her abdomen made her grumble as she finished packing her medical bag. She was at the point now where she could go into labor at literally any second. Sure, she could also afford to wait another week or so. Honestly, if this had taken place a week later, Feena would have declined participating at all! ...Okay, that wasn't even true. She would be there regardless.

The master healer pinned her long braid back into a neat little bun at the back of her head, pulled on a pair of thick white gloves, grabbed her medkit and turned on her heel.

"Follow me," she said motioning for her newest student, @[member="Hemlock Briar"], to follow, "And don't forget your supplies."
Isley would meet up with her and then they could get to work.

 

[Helios]

Helios did what he always did in between missions, and that was to sit in what could loosely be called "living quarters." The confines of his personal space at the moment were lined with candles, which illuminated a dark room made permanent by the hearty seal he'd spread over his windows and the nuisance of the automatic lights in his ceiling was but a thing of the past. His thoughts seemed to be more midriff then purposeful lately, something that he didn't mind. Granting someone like Helios a motive as driving as drive itself could spell disappearances from him for weeks or months at a time as he scoured the CIS's galactic territory expending punishment to those that would break the law in a manner as ruthless and unforgiving as possible. His superiors didn't seem to mind his methods, thus those whom he hunted had no one to save them from the judgmental blades of Helios's weapons. He'd come to enjoy his life as a Ranger.

When Genesis announced the siege of Dra'vadia was impending, Helios waited until the intercom fell silent before standing to his feet. With a hunched back and a craned neck, he waved his pale ghostly hands across the room snuffing out the candles that were alight. The smell left thereafter was actually pleasant, reminiscent to the Inisa plants of Cerea, though this could also only be Helios' own sense of smell. Others might find it to be rather bland, or lacking any smell whatsoever. The Eldorai Sith Lord gave a cursory glance to his quarters, and pursed his weapons to his person as he exited the room. Upon entering the hangar he noticed @[member="Sophia Walsh"] first. The dark-haired, blue-eyed apprentice of @[member="Josiah Denko"], whom Helios layed his eyes upon next. He'd yet to actually meet him one on one, but they did share a meeting a few months prior to this day in which a gathering of masters was called for by the Archon. Helios' eyes flashed to Josiah's attire then to his own, a spitting image of obvious opposites. Where Josiah wore traditional Templar Armor and Jedi robes, Helios wore a black Sith skirt and black garments on his torso accompanied by leather wrist braces of the same color. Despite their differences by historical means however, Helios was sure they'd work together just fine. After all, Helios was never one for blind rage and misguided hatred. The Eldorai pride themselves for many things, and one that Helios related himself to the most was the ability to be completely logical and somewhat understanding of the situations he'd pit himself in.

"Josiah Denko, Justicar of our glorious organization." Began a straight-backed Helios, whose walk seemed to emanate the pride of his entire race. Pausing after his initial words, he waited to close the distance a bit more to insure his raspy voice which danced between the line of being audible and a whisper, would be heard over the commotion of the hangar. "I have awaited the day we finally work side by side, my superior."

 

[Sophia Walsh]

A bright smile appeared on her face as Josiah came into view. Sophia didn't know what it was about him but he always put a smile on her face and made her feel more at ease. She was lucky to have him as her master as knew he was just as or probably busier than her with all of his growing responsibilities. "Ready as I'll ever be," she replied as she passed him to entered the dropship. The situation from what she heard was critical and the citizens were in despite need of their assistance in being liberated from the warlord whom controlled them. Sophia was always saddened by the amount of people being used and treated like slaves. She was here though and would do her part to help free these people no matter what it took so that the people on Dra'vadia could be free like those in her district.

Sophia stayed silent as another Master joined the group. She couldn't for the life of her remember his name though he looked familiar. In her defense most of her time was spent in her district working with the citizens not among the Templars. She figured that he would coming along with them which was great, the more the marrier.

@[member="Josiah Denko"] @[member="Helios Meldonus Kingpriest"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Nocturno walked up to one of the massive C-10K landing craft that would be delivering a segment of the 105th Droid Legion to the surface of Pzob. The GDA's High Marshal wished he had brought more of his forces, but he supposed that two landing craft full of droids would be enough to vanquish the barbaric clan of dirty pig people. With a click of his communicator, Nocturno transmitted to the bridge of the Grand Marshal's ship.

"Grand Marshal, my forces are prepared for departure. I will have to land as close to the city as possible and clear the jungles with my craft's ground attack systems." Nocturno notified, his metallic body gliding across the deck to the landing craft.

@[member="Genesis Rostu"]