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Dominion To rule the waves | EotL Dominion of Mon Cala/Pammant

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The Siege of Dac

After months of delegation betwen the Mon Calamarians, the Quarren, and The Empire, tragedy struck. Koni Xoo, a beloved Quarren politician, was assasinated while on a press tour in a Mon Calimarian city. This high profile assassination was enough to spark a massive revolt all across the planet, with dozens of underwater cities erupting into riots and civil unrest. In the wake of the tragedy, the Empire of the Lost seeks to support its Quarren allies in their bid to rest control of the planet from the Mon Calamarians. This endeavor would see troops and material being given to the Quarrens from the Empire.

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Objective I: Take the Islands

Several large island chains form the backbone of the planetary defense network for Dac. These islands are home to both early warning sensor arrays, and defensive Turbo Laser installments. The loss of these islands would be a huge blow to our enemies. To that end Imperial high command believes and a coordinated amphibious and aerial assault will bring a swift end to an otherwise long an bloody battle. Insert with the clone forces and lay claim to the sensor array. Then, move on to the three turbolaser batteries around the islands.

Caution! The enemy is deeply entrenched and are aware of our attack. Getting bogged down by fighting with ground troops will only lead to our forces being encircled by incoming Mon Calamarian reinforcements.

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Objective II: Disable the Shipyards

Mon Calamari is widely renowned for shipbuilding, as well as the power of its defensive fleet. For centuries this fleet has kept the planet safe, time to put a black mark on that record. Imperial High Command demands that the shipyards be disabled, and the fleet in orbit routed before the taking of the planet can be deemed a success. This will require both critically damaging the enemy's ability to produce star ships, and the destruction of at least 50% of the enemy's fleet, to include their Flagship. Destroy as much as possible to impact the morale of the Mon Calamarian defenders.

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Objective III: Prison Break

During the planetwide riots across Dac, many prominent leaders of the Quarren were taken captive. As a boon to our new allies we have offered to release them from the clutches of the Mon Calamarians. Infiltrate the underwater facility and take control of the prison complex. Releasing these prisoners will also distract from some of our larger operations, and aid in spreading chaos behind enemy lines.

Among the important prisoners is Amaka Droll, a female Quarren who was part of one of the larger resistance groups. Find her and ensure that she escapes the prison unharmed. Securing her will go a long way in keeping the Quarrens on our side.
 
High Commander of the Lilaste Order
Objective 1​

Lilaste forces. 2 Battalions of 576 troops
12 AT-AE MKII walkers
Laphistos Loadout. Customized Set of LO-56A MKII. Laphistos Personal Broad Saber

War was an inevitable challenge to the stability of the galaxy, something that couldn't be changed nor avoided. It was as natural to the flow of civilization as breathing air, but the cause of war could be changed for better or worse. While numbers and machines of war helped sway the tides of battle, the one thing that mattered most was experience. One could spend thousands of hours in a simulator, but that would not account for any amount of real-world battle. While the Lilaste order troops were well-trained and disciplined, they had only experience fighting pirates and mercenaries. If the order were to be a major power, they would need experience in real battles. Their decision to aid the Empire of the Lost was a step towards this goal, strengthening their alliance.

The Greh'ova Assault Ship had managed to push through the enemy blockade and offload its payload before needing to flee out of low orbit and away from the planetary defenses. Once those hangers opened, thirty-six LAET/I MKII transports flew out of the hanger. They were followed by twelve LAET/C gunships that darted past the transports to offload their cargo quickly—the newest walker of the Liilaste order, one that they were most eager to test out. With the heavy flack in the air, two of the twelve gunships went up in smoke, causing them to prematurely drop their walkers in an attempt to save their precious cargo before crashing into the island. Unfortunately, one of the walkers veered off the path and dropped straight into the ocean, quickly sinking to the depths below with the crew still inside. They were the lucky ones. The second walker plummeted into the ground, smashing into the soal and tumbling against the backdrop, landing halfway between the enemy emplacements and the drop zone.

With the enemy firing at the incoming transports, shells bounce and smash into the deflector shields and the armor, the frame buckling and denting when struck more often than not. However, the enemy gets a few lucky shots on only four transports, sending them crashing into the earth below. Smoke billowing from the downed ships that veered off course, their payload of soldiers still intact but now stranded in a crossfire.

As the transports landed, they used the ship's hull as cover. Opening one of the side doors, offloading the two battalions. One battalion sported dark blue paint while the other wore the dark orange of Tarians Sword. They were quickly organized into nine squadrons, making up the Standard Composition. With the walkers already on the move, the soldiers began firing toward the enemy emplacements using the heavily armored walkers for cover. A concoction of slug and plasma is being thrown across the battlefield. Several walkers seemed to purposely fire shells into the ground to create craters for infantry cover. Among the soldiers, a tall Dragon humanoid stood drawing a saber and helping to aid in the advance. The soldiers in the four gunships remained pinned down and trapped until reinforcements could arrive and assist the survivors.
 

Toltec

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MON CALAMARI, PRISON COMPLEX
Objective III: Prison Breakout

"It is just as true in politics as it is in any art or craft;
new methods must drive out the old."
-Thucydides


Surfaceborn craft were one of the rarest vehicles in all the Galaxy, with the advent of space travel. Even back to the days of Imperial Star Destroyers and Venators, carving the legendary technological path that they did for the culture of shipbuilding in history's path, ships could land on water. Take off from water. Enter the stratosphere. Hover in place. Enter hyperspace. Ship engineers were lightyears beyond old tech, and the technological prowess of the galaxy as a whole has progressed far beyond the limitations of something as simple as a boat.

Yet there was an honesty to simplicity, perhaps even an advantage. Were one to consider even something as simple as the RF spectrum and radio wave propagation, lower band frequencies were often overlooked for the more powerful ultra high frequencies that could be pronounced. It was a trick, by many militaries, to use archaic tech when the enemy was prepared for more modern solutions. While there would be several answers to something as complex and modern as Toltec's own droid design, or even the average battle droid, something as simple as a motorized skiff would be completely unexpected and stood the best chance to brute force an opponent's strategies. And that's what the Mecha Factum had done - in the dead of night, in the fog of war, an armada of small skiffs that only carried two to three droids per craft.

Toltec's usual strong gear-stricken legs were modified, instead a serpentine tail of armored metal plates draped down from his torso. His appearance now was that of the naga of old, half bipedal droid, half mechanical snake.

"Take the prison.

Liberate the populus, they are to remain unharmed, especially the metalkin among them.

Our main priority is to free a quarren named Amaka Droll, before the Empire reaches her. We need her unharmed."

Toltec looked among the droids gathered on the surface. He wasn't speaking - these were simple HF band waves emanating from his antennae.

"Quickly!"

Toltec dived off the side of his skiff, breaking the surface tension with a quiet PLUNK.
 
Imperial Moff of the Calamari Sector


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Objective III: Prison Break
Location: Underwater Mon Cal Prison
Outfit: Field Armor
Equipment: See Bio, rebreather
Forces: 50 Pakuuni dive troopers, 10 armored submersibles
Tags: Toltec Toltec

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When Teckla was told that the Empire of the Lost was going to be leaning into the Mon Calamari, manipulating the planet of Dac to civil war between the Mon Cals and Quarren, and intending to assert their authority on the expected victors, the Quarren, she was completely ready to give her support. Her full division of the Pakuuni army was not practical to be placed in the field for this mission, so instead Teckla brought a highly trained aquatic platoon with her along with ten armored submersibles.

Having a general lead these troops was a bit of overkill, but Teckla wanted to prove her value to the Empire. Even though she would be much more useful when the Empire extended to her own section of space, it was a good start to add her men to a successful battle plan with her at the heart of the Pakuuni presence. Though her own preference would have been to bring a larger contingent and take part in the main assault on Dac’s on planet defenses, Teckla decided to focus her smaller group on the prison and releasing Quarren prisoners as the Empire had promised.

”General. The submersibles will surely be seen by the facility. How are we going to approach,” The trooper piloting the submersible Teckla rode in asked his leader.

”Thank you for pointing that out just as we reach the edge of their sensor capabilities. Order a stop,” Teckla grinned as her order was relayed and the submersibles entered a silent hover mode. Teckla then moved to the comm and pressed the button, ”Sub pilots will remain with their vehicles, silent running with torpedoes armed and ready. The rest of you didn’t think that we brought our swimming gear for nothing did you? Hit the water. We’ll reconvene at dynamic entry point alpha.”

Teckla watched with a grin as forty dive troopers ejected from the subs into the water. She then moved to her own exit and placed her rebreather into her mouth and plunged into the cool water. The plan of entrance had been gone over in briefing, but Teckla still used the Force to keep her troops in line and on time. They arrived at the spot that the techs had decided would be able to be infiltrated without detection from the inside of the prison and three torches sparked to life, cutting into the sealed emergency access hatch.
 

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Prison Complex
Objective III

Unharmed.

That was enough of a reason for Voxum to deflate. Not literally, of course, but it would be so much easier to simply download the Quarren's mind and upload her to a perfect mechanical body than to try and bring her in unharmed. Organics were so fragile after all. Still, on operation the Shard wasn't going to disobey orders. They could always download her later. They followed after the others, stepping off the ship to drop into the waters below.

And sank at an unnaturally fast rate. The Force made it easy to sink faster, and without the fear of pressure or breathing Voxum had no reason to delay. Though, they weren't alone.

"The Empire has already sent a task force. I can hear their song." The Force was being used en mass. Someone was hurrying, just as they were. They landed on the glass of one of the passageways, and immediately brought down a heavy metal fist. Once. Twice. A crack formed. A third strike and the cracks spread. Alarms were already blaring, but that was the point. With a group this small compared to the Empire, it would be better to have the prison scrambling to defend against the intruders.

The largest group would be the easiest found.

A fourth strike shattered the glass as Voxum fell through. The whole hall flooded as alarms blared in their audio receptors. Then the tell tale sign of blast doors being shut. They raised a hand towards one, freezing it in it's place as the other droids that followed made their way into the now flooded passageway.

"Be quick. Quarren can breath water, so do not hesitate to flood the whole facility if necessary."

Toltec Toltec | Teckla Tane Teckla Tane
 
Will Smash Heads for Beer
Objective I: Take the Islands

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Amiggie was not much of a beach girl.

She found it hot and humid not to mention it always attracts the worst kinds of people namely shallow idiots who are comprised of 50 percent plastic. Not to mention sand..... so much fracking sand it gets fracking everywhere for crying out loud. Thankfully, the Empire managed to get some funds thanks to their diplomacy and got the Stormtrooper corps some armor. Ami had to admit that the armor looked pretty badass and more importantly, there was no fracking sand that's going up her crouch!

Sadly despite the fact that Empire is sitting on a galaxy's worth of credits, their tactics were still just rush to the trench lines and pray that the Stormtroopers did something. Ami didn't mind though, running around guns blazing was something she lived for. Still, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable fighting with these..... clone troopers. Where the frack did they come from? And why are they comprising the entire Imperial army? "They better NOT be replacing us!" Ami thought angrily.

First thing on today's to do list was to storm the sensor array and take of those turbolasers. How fun. Let the Clones absorb the punishment and allow the Stormtroopers to swoop and take the glory. Ami's unit was the first to arrive seeing the Clone Troopers getting slaughtered by the entrenched defensive line of the Mon Calamari. It was a long trek but thankfully Ami dragged friend with her. "Hey Buttercup!" Ami said punching Myri's shoulder. "Get your ass up! It's killing time!"

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Objective III
Synthetic: Toltec Toltec | Voxum Voxum
Organic: Teckla Tane Teckla Tane | Nimian Totan Nimian Totan
Atmospheric Conditions: Aquatic
Threat Level: Low
Auditory Levels: Within Normal Parameters
Assessment: Ongoing


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Water. Deep Water. Not ideal. Being bipedal had its drawbacks and though its design technically allowed for modification, such endeavors had not been deemed critical. Hard Chrome, as such, had found an effective method by which to mount a hydro-effective jetpack to its chassis. It wouldn't last forever but that was the beauty of their plan - it wasn't necessary for more than perhaps a few minutes at most. The only other possible risk had been the sheer weight of the unit - well over 200 lbs, Hard Chrome wasn't going to be in danger of floating any time soon - and so additional measures needed to be taken. The jet pack could do some of the work but what the droid really needed was a way in which to gain negative buoyancy. This had been achieved by attaching small, compact ballast tanks to its waist. Again, temporary - one time use. Until this became a regular outing, the effort was frankly, inefficient.

As for armament, Hard Chrome was devoid of his usual electrostaff, instead armed with a wrist mounted launcher.
Wrist Rockets. Online. Beyond these, the unit had only its own hardware. Two retractable wrist spikes and blades along its forearm modules. Ahead, their leader had slipped into the water and Hard Chrome would follow in kind. Though, perhaps less gracefully. A splash as the unit entered the water and began to sink - quickly.

Despite Hard Chrome's weight, it had plenty of time to activate its scanners and sensors on its way towards the facility. If there were organic creatures in the water human or otherwise - it would be the first to know. Until then, their directive had been clear.



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Objective: Objective I: Take the Islands
Location:
Equipment: KC-77N Hybrid Pistols x2 | HUD goggles | Overseer-pattern HPI Biochip | Protective outfit | Knuckle plate vibro blade
Tag: Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih
Dialogue Legend: "Galactic Basic" | << comm. channel >>

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Working with Amiggie Lutih was interesting to say the least. Myri thought for sure her talents would be sent down under the oceans to help spring Quarren prisoners from jail. Instead she ended up in the middle of a stormtrooper squad attached to the main ground attack. It wasn’t her usual assignment, but Myri’s goal had always been to become the most well rounded agent in the NISB.

As her shoulder was punched and Ami made a crude comment after calling her by that annoying nickname. Where did Buttercup even come from? And how did the Empire’s army go from a cobbled together group of remnants from several different crumbling Empires, to something that looked like every trooper had the same parents? Myri didn’t have to be told that the majority of the troopers present today were clones. But how that came to be was a mystery. She would need to prod her superiors about getting better access to Imperial news. In the meantime she supposed it would be best to just put her head down and play her part in the mission to put Dac under Imperial authority.

”You know that I’ve been up as long as you?” Myri responded to her stormtrooper friend with a sour look on her face. ”And for an agent any time is killing time. We’re just not so giddy about it. Myri pulled her dual pistols from her hips and then gave a smile indicating that she enjoyed the killing just a little bit. ”So what’s the plan? Fall in with these meat shields, push forward at opportune times and take out the critical targets and take all the glory?”
 
Imperial Moff of the Calamari Sector


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Objective III: Prison Break
Location: Underwater Mon Cal Prison
Outfit: Field Armor
Equipment: See Bio, rebreather
Forces: 50 Pakuuni dive troopers, 10 armored submersibles
Tags: Toltec Toltec | Voxum Voxum | Hard Chrome Hard Chrome | Nimian Totan Nimian Totan

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Teckla had her focus spread throughout the area. Mostly she was attuning herself with her own troops, but with the Force as her tool she could tell exactly when the torches would finish the job and she could even slightly sense the mood of the interior of the prison. All was normal in the prison, she felt the heightened focus of the three troopers and knew that they were about through. Teckla started to focus on the circuits inside the hatch. She would have to influence them to avoid detection. ”Almost there General,” the closest trooper with a torch said much to Teckla’s annoyance. She gave a nod and exerted her influence on the circuits and at the same time prepared to hold back the surrounding water.

The circuits were manipulated and no alarms sounded. The first of Teckla’s troopers hurried inside to quickly seal the interior door and Teckla held back the water while another trooper placed a field generator capable of holding back the water while still allowing the troopers to enter. Teckla was the first through the field and nodded at the trooper to open up the interior door. ”Alright you have the plans right?” All but two of the troopers were to free as many prisoners and cause disruptions on as many levels of the prison as possible. Teckla and the other two were to find Amaka Droll.

With her role in the entry complete Teckla let her focus spread throughout the prison once again. She smiled as she felt the panic caused by Voxum’s entrance. ”Others have arrived. Don’t let them take our glory.”
 

Clarissa

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Location: Dac
Objective: Objective I: Take the Islands
Dialogue Legend: “Galactic Basic” │ <“Imperial Basic”>
Tags: Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih Myri Dara Myri Dara Laphisto Laphisto

A series of sharp pings echoed throughout the tank’s fighting compartment as a hail of slugthrower fire struck the composite plating, inflicting only negligible amounts of damage in the process. For her part, Clarissa briefly felt a hint of fear, then relief and confidence. It was one thing to be fired on in the simulators or during training. However, it was quite another to be fired on during a live battle, knowing that whoever was shooting their weapon at her from possibly hundreds of meters away did so with a lethal intent.

And yet, the panic-inducing sensation of being fired upon coaxed out the fire of focus. She didn’t need the commander yelling over comms for her to put the HMG emplacement some 1100 meters away in the center of her crosshairs. Given her extensive conditioning and augmentation, the action was almost automatic. She had acquired, dialed in, lined up her target moments before the ordnance droid slotted a high-explosive squash head shell into the breech, at which point all the gunner had to was wait.

One decisecond. Two deciseconds. Three deciseconds. Four-

“HESH u-” The droid intoned, only for its synthetic voice to be interrupted by a resonating thoom as Clarissa squeezed the trigger, thereby delivering the large-caliber shell to its intended target in an explosion of Lorentz force.

“Target destroyed!” Clarissa called out as she watched the shell strike the cannon emplacement, enveloping it and the hapless three-man crew in a fiery explosion.

“Excellent shot, gunner! Driver, straight ahead! We don’t break our stride!” The tank commander shouted, the accented register of his voice a familiar one given its ubiquitousness across nearly all types of Fett clones.

"Aye, commander!" The driver answered in a virtually identical accent and register.

With that, the tank plowed ahead, running over a blockade in the process. However, the commander ordered a halt a few moments later, upon seeing a pair of foot mobiles ( Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih Myri Dara Myri Dara ) moving up the beach.


“Gunner, get those foot mobiles on us. We need an escort.”

“Yes, Sergeant!” Clarissa piped up. On cue, the gunner opened the loader's hatch and glanced down at the two soldiers next to the idling tank. One was a shoretrooper, clad in sand-colored armor and dark fatigues. The other was clad in a protective outfit, allowing Clarissa to make out her pale features even with the smoke and dust clouding the air.

“We need you two on screening duty, stat!” Clarissa shouted over the din of battle. “We’re pushing for the sensor array, then we’re going after those turbolasers.” She continued. “Also, this isn't a request. If you have a problem, take it up with my commander!” The short-statured gunner finished in a prissy, demanding tone that seemed to leave no room for negotiation.


Vehicle: Talos MBT
Loadout:

 
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High Commander of the Lilaste Order
With the Lilaste order landing in the middle of the Island due to their Dropship incursion, they aimed to draw the majority of the fire from the Mon calamari emplacements and troops to help provide the Empire of the Lost an easier time with their beach landing for the time being the Lilaste order walkers were firing their Mass Driver Cannons into the ground between their position and the enemy creating large craters with the HE rounds that slammed into the dirt before exploding and throwing mounds of dirt into the air, while conveniently creating cavities that would serve as makeshift fox holes for the approaching army.

The gunships were grounded, serving as a walled barrier several hundred meters from the beach, and would remain in place, giving the Empire troops a staging ground. The heavy metals the ships were made of bounced slug rounds and absorbed blaster bolts as they struck. But while resilient, they would not last forever. Scattered between walkers and shooting from the door slits of the gunships, Lilaste soldiers fired a volley of slug and tibana bolts. The heavy machine guns of the remaining ten walkers kept the enemy infantry hidden within their trenches and bunkers. One of the walker's LO-27R machine gun mounts quickly flicked over to their right, and the gunner spotted a small detachment of troops attempting to rush from one position to the next before meeting a quick and bloody death. The high caliber 30-06 machine gun gave a devastating ripple as the infantry were soon torn to shreds and left in a bloody puddle on the ground.

The four gunships that had crashed two - five hundred meters ahead of the lilaste troops were in ever-increasing danger as enemy infantry tried to rush their locations, and turbo laser fire slammed into the crippled gunships. Time was running out for the troops trapped inside. The walker lay on its side, sparks flickering from its hull—four hundred meters to the far right of the Lilaste staging ground. Standing in front of one of the gunships was Laphisto. His saber ignited as he provided extra protection, deflecting blaster bolts away from his position. His wrist soon rose to his lips as he spoke, receiving word of Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih Myri Dara Myri Dara and Clarissa on their approach and tapping into a shared channel "Glad to see the Empire join in the fight. I've laid my troops several hundred meters from your position, and I have soldiers trapped between the enemy and me. I also have a downed walker to the east. My gunships can provide a stable position for now, but if we do not get these turbo laser batteries offline soon, I fear things will not last much longer."

While he didn't show it on the outside, Laphisto was primarily worried about the troops trapped before him. he wanted to push and force his troops forward, but this wasn't his operation; he was here to help aid the Empire. Besides, this allowed him to see just how much of a beating the orders new walkers could take before finally giving out. So far, the deflector shields failed on five of the forward walkers. And the drivers were already pulling back and changing places with the walkers behind them. A solid strategy that allowed the damaged walkers to regain their shielding and restore power while the fresh walkers got into the fray of the battle.
 

Clarissa

Guest
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Location: Dac
Objective: Objective I: Take the Islands
Dialogue Legend: “Galactic Basic” │ <“Imperial Basic”>
Call Sign: Farseeker 2-1
Tags: Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih Myri Dara Myri Dara Laphisto Laphisto


His wrist soon rose to his lips as he spoke, receiving word of Amiggie Lutih, Myri Dara, and Clarissa on their approach and tapping into a shared channel "Glad to see the Empire join in the fight. I've laid my troops several hundred meters from your position, and I have soldiers trapped between the enemy and me. I also have a downed walker to the east. My gunships can provide a stable position for now, but if we do not get these turbo laser batteries offline soon, I fear things will not last much longer."

Sergeant Fox received the High Commander’s message and quickly replayed it. While the tank commander was hesitant to make another stop, he could not deny the fact that without the efforts of the Lilaste Order, establishing a beachhead on the island would have been a far more difficult and bloody task. Accordingly, in his mind, saving the lives of the trapped Lilaste soldiers was not only a priority, but also an obligation.

“This is call sign Farseeker 2-1. We are en route to relieve your trapped soldiers. ETA five minutes, over!” With that, the Fett clone cut the transmission and popped open the commander’s hatch, before pulling himself up to speak to his gunner and the two soldiers next to the tank.

“Change of plans! We have some allies who got shot down and are stranded in no man’s land. They’re caught in a heavy crossfire. We’re going to relieve them, then we’ll push ahead to the sensor array.” The Fett clone said, before looking down towards the two soldiers ( Myri Dara Myri Dara Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih ). “What are we waiting for? We have lives to save. Let’s move!”


Vehicle: Talos MBT
Loadout:

 
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Toltec

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Mecha Factum: Hard Chrome Hard Chrome Voxum Voxum
Empire of the Lost: Teckla Tane Teckla Tane
Duel Partner: N/A
Objective III: Prison Complex

Diving down from the skiffs, Toltec's naga-like droid chassis wasn't reliant on any propulsions other than the gears and fans in his new serpentine tail. He would quickly reach the outer hull in the southwestern quadrant of the facility, opposite of Voxum. Voxum's UHF frequencies reached his sensors, however, with the shard-droid informing them of it's plan.

"Flood the facility."

Toltec sent a single pulse in response, recognizing in affirmative. Always quick to adapt and Voxum was one of the more trusted lieutenants of the Mecha Factum, Toltec's analysis of the situation concurred with the shard's strategy. Flood them. It would lower visibility and force any non-aquatic humanoids to fight against a detriment. Plus, the overwhelming pressure would slow any defenses - something the droids wouldn't necessarily have to deal with, as they had come prepared.

An underwater prison complex would undoubtedly also be prepared for imminent flooding, and they would also lose the art of surprise. That wasn't much of a deterrent to Toltec and the Mecha Factum, though. They figured the curtains on any ambush would quickly be pulled back, as the Empire didn't lack the resources to be prepared for such an attack on this facility - nor the Mon Cala.

Finding a pressure point, Toltec began to wrap his metallic naga-like body around an emergency escape hatch as his own infiltration spot. Rather than use explosives, his own metallic body would be utilized as a clamp to squeeze the hatch until structural failure.

Metal began to bend and groan.

Water began to rush.

The hatch gave way, and a torrent of the tides pushed in explosively, paving way for Toltec's entrance into the facility.
 
Loyal Servant of the Empire


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"Sir, we will exit hyperspace shortly. The Battle Net is fuzzy, but the initial reports we have aren't looking good"

Admiral Sergan Vanori had not held his rank for a standard week and he was being thrown into a pitched fleet battle. It was certainly a change of pace for a man who had been patrolling the Empire's frontier to challenge raiders and pirates. His modest force was not even meant to be deployed to the Sector if not for the sudden outbreak of hostilities. Naval assets were being cobbled together to challenge the Mon-Calamari fleet, and Sergan commanded a small task force meant to resupply Imperial garrisons several Sectors away. Far be it for Sergan to fear a fight, but the reports he received seemed an awful lot like a trap. While one should never underestimate an Imperial task force, the Mon-Calamari have been renowned for their ships since the formation of the Rebel Alliance nearly a millennium past. They helped bring the first Empire down, one could only hope the new Empire has learned well from its failures so long ago.

"This was never going to be easy, Lieutenant. We will adapt once we arrive."

Sergan turned away from the viewport, the blue waves of hyperspace brightening the command bridge of the Gauntlet as he walked toward the holotable in the rear of the bridge. Several officers and attendants gathered around as the Admiral keyed in a command into the table, activating the display to show the fleet that accompanied his flagship.

"The Calamari fleet will rip through our tenders and corvettes the minute we arrive. When we exit hyperspace, order our escorts to take up Alpha-3 defensive formation, frigates flanking the Gauntlet on either side, and corvettes will remain just behind the frigates to provide point defense. Alert Captain Loran that his carrier is to remain behind the Gauntlet and that his fighters are to begin screening for enemy bombers. That should give us time to determine just what's going on."

The gathered officers gave a polite nod and went to their stations to begin relaying orders, Sergan was content to remain in place and modify his battle strategy until the sudden blare of the combat alarm filled the bridge, the ship had just barely left hyperspace and already there was chaos. Sergan rushed to the viewport to see a truly tremendous sight, countless warships had already engaged in broadsides, and the wreckage of various smaller craft littered the battle space while the communications officer had to physically recoil as the chatter of countless vessels filled the Battle Net. Several Imperial battlegroups had already engaged the Mon-Cal fleet head-on to various degrees of success. To the credit of the natives, their fleet was maintaining a tight defensive line around their orbital shipyard, powerful shields preventing turbolaser fire from reaching the valuable stations just behind the fleet. Thankfully, it seemed the arrival of yet another Imperial battle group went unnoticed by the defender's capital ships, only a single frigate was moving to engage Sergans task force.

"Battle stations! All power to the forward shields!" He barked to the crew pits on either side of the command walkway. "Deploy all fighters, they are to prioritize enemy bombers and draw them off from our transports!"


Sergan's orders were interpreted by an explosion just outside the viewport as one of the escort frigates, the Valor, received a direct hit to one of its aft engines, though the ship remained intact it was in no condition to move.

"Where did that laser-fire come from!?"

"Sir, scans show an active Turbo-Laser grid on the surface! Imperial forces are moving to silence the guns but I can't give you an exact time frame!"

As the communications technician spoke, a second round of laser fire came up from the surface and impacted a distant Imperial vessel, crippling it and leaving it floating in space.

"Cut through the Battle Net chatter and contact our forces on the ground." As that task was being carried out, the gunnery officer rushed to the Admiral's side, handing him a datapad that displayed the ship's array of weaponry.

"Intensify the forward batteries, target that incoming frigates engines and communications array. Leave it crippled, and prepare a boarding team."

"Sir?" the officer began, confused at the request.

"We'll never punch through their defensive line as it stands. But will they fire on one of their own frigates heading to the dockyard for repairs?"

The officer's face lit up in sudden acknowledgment, rushing to convey the given orders as Sergan made his way to the communications console.

"Sir, it's patchy but I can get us through to the surface."

"Put me through."

The officer nods, keying in commands into his console as Sergan leans in to begin speaking.

"This is Admiral Vanori, ground teams, I need a status update on those turbo-laser batteries. We cannot eliminate the enemy fleet until those guns are silenced. I am prepared to detach a squadron of Eradicator Bombers to clear any hard points in your path. Provide targeting data as soon as possible, my ship will be on station to provide support as necessary."

While the comm's officer awaited a response, Sergan turned again to the battle at hand in space.

"Scan the enemy fleet, trace and identify the enemy flagship, and prepare fire-control teams for combat!"


 
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Objective I: Take the Islands

"Bullchit Buttercup! I caught you snoring against the wall!" Ami laughed as multiple blaster bolts whizzed past her. "Now get in those trenches before I think about using you as a shield!"

Ami loved to press Myri's buttons, she was always so damn serious about everything. Admittedly it was hard to blame Myri since a few months ago, the remnants of the Empire were barely hanging on by a thread. Ami heard rumors of leadership which were comprised of people from different factions bickering amongst each other. The Stormtrooper corps meanwhile received limited supplies, weren't getting paid, were growing increasingly tired of being in constant battles without rest and now were wondering if they were out of the job with these mysterious Clones arriving out of nowhere.

Ami faced an uncertain future and she hated to think about what would happen if she were to get phased out. All the benefits that her Dad was receiving and he'll be cut off from it. Hell, Ami wasn't sure if her Dad still received benefits due to her status as a Stormtrooper. But now wasn't the time to dwell, it was time to do what Ami did best which was fight...... and annoy Myri. Before Ami could respond to Myri, multiple armor approached the beach and a woman around Ami and Myri's age ordered them to go on screening duty.

"Yes ma'am," Ami sighed. as an explosion set off behind them. Screening duty, that's going to go so swell with tanks being large targets. However, more orders came from another man: An ally of the Empire who provided them with numerous weapons and walkers told the group that there were soldiers stuck in no man's land and they were the group ordered to rescue them.

All right! Can we get the ball rolling then?" Ami growled to herself raising her E-22 reciprocating double-barreled blaster rifle. "Now come on Buttercup! Let's get ahead and clear the trenches so technicals can push through! On my lead Buttercup!"


Ami began to rush towards the hail of blaster fire, this was just like it was back at Rhen Var but at a hot sandy beach rather than a cold tundra. Either, it was miserable to trudge through but at least Ami will finally see action. "Move your fat ass Buttercup!" Ami shouted raising her rifle began firing at the Mon Calamari. "Why am I ahead of you?! I bet if I held a Twinkie in front of ya you'll be moving like an upjumped Gundark!"

She sniggered continuing to fire at the Mon Calamari before landing on the trench. Ami scrambled to get a Thermal Detenator out and threw it towards the first trench. A small explosion later and Ami immediately got up and entered the first trench firing away at the wounded and dazed Mon Calamari. "Fireseeker 2-1 I've cleared the trench!" Ami shouted in her radio. "We're going to flank the enemy that's pinning down our allies!"

Myri Dara Myri Dara , Clarissa, Laphisto Laphisto , Sergan Vanori Sergan Vanori
 

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Voxum walked through the water that had filled the next chamber over. Without looking the sonic blaster in their hand went off, ripping through one of the guards that had the foresight to at least put on a pressurized suit. The others weren't so lucky. None of the nonaquatic species survived the initial flood, and those that could swim were now hounded by the pressure. The droids that arrived with Voxum started to pick their targets accordingly; the species that could survive the deeper pressures were the first to be shot.

"Flood the facility."

"Find the controls. I want the life support and pressurizer to be overloaded."

The nonaquatic species needed both to survive this deep down. It was their weakness, and one neither the droids or their target suffered from. The taller droid stepped towards the next door, raising a hand to pull on the Song. Deconstruction. The panels around, the metal within, the gears and servos, he pulled them out by the dozens until the doors were no longer capable of remaining closed. Water leaked through, then blasted the pair of doors open to lead them further into the facility.

"Tell me where the prisoner is once you've done that." The small astromech R8 let out a confirmational beep before it rolled towards one of the computers. They still worked underwater, unsurprisingly.

"The rest of you, cause chaos. Destroy any blast doors you find and split up. Make them think there are many where there are few."

Toltec Toltec | Hard Chrome Hard Chrome | Teckla Tane Teckla Tane
 


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Objective: Objective I: Take the Islands
Location:
Equipment: KC-77N Hybrid Pistols x2 | HUD goggles | Overseer-pattern HPI Biochip | Protective outfit | Knuckle plate vibro blade
Tag: Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih
Dialogue Legend: "Galactic Basic" | << comm. channel >>

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Myri had not grown accustomed to Ami’s sense of humor, nor had she guessed that the stormtrooper’s teasing was in fact just to get under Myri’s skin. Because of her ignorance to the reasons, the teasing did just what it was intended to. ”Language Ami. And, I have never fallen asleep during a mission. Though as pedestrian as this one is. You could hardly blame me for falling over with boredom. Is this what you stormtroopers do all the time?” As much as Ami was teasing, Myri was completely serious in her reaction and question.

With both of her pistols out and ready, Myri paused as Ami seemed lost in thought for a moment. It seemed to Myri that the Empire was improving its position in the galaxy, and the stormtrooper corps were much better outfit. That was a good thing, but Myri still mostly relied on her Eternal Empire tech. When she was confident in her new home’s equipment she would surely switch some out, but if it wasn’t broken why fix it? When Ami snapped out of it and looked ready to put a plan into motion they were contacted by another army unit asking, no demanding screening duty. ”This the way it always is for you troopers? In the NISB they trust even a junior agent to get things done without such strict orders. Changing directives happens. But they don’t tell us how to get it done.”

In the end, Mryi was basically performing as a trooper for this mission. She’d have to show Ami what a good agent mission was another time. As Ami raised her rifle and moved on the enemy, Myri was in her shadow, both pistols blazing and enemies falling. Upon being called fat, Myri paused for just a moment. ”I work out seven days a week. I bet your ass is twice as fat as mine. You just hide it in that armor. Which is the reason you’re in front of me. You’re the brawn and I’m the brains. The brawn takes the beating before the brains. I do like a good Twinkie from time to time, but that’s hardly an incentive to charge stupidly into battle.”

Myri grumbled at Ami’s announcement, ”You cleared the trench huh?” The agent holstered her blasters and then looked around. ”How about I let you go and flank our enemies, while I hitch a ride with that tank. And we’ll see what happens on the other side? No on second thought. I want to be right behind you when you sputter and I have to bail you out.”
 
Imperial Moff of the Calamari Sector


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Objective III: Prison Break
Location: Underwater Mon Cal Prison
Outfit: Field Armor
Equipment: See Bio, rebreather
Forces: 50 Pakuuni dive troopers, 10 armored submersibles
Tags: Toltec Toltec | Voxum Voxum | Hard Chrome Hard Chrome | Nimian Totan Nimian Totan

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Teckla felt panic from throughout the prison. It brought a smirk to her face, and it fueled her power. She felt the initial desperation to keep systems online and flooding from happening, but that died out quickly. Most of the immigrated operators of the prison were either dead, ignorant to the extent of the insurgence, or had abandoned hope to keep an optimum facility environment for their own sake. The feeling that Teckla was now getting was clutching for survival. That did just as well to fuel her powers. ”Prison team. Be prepared for flooding. You’re equipped to deal with it so just keep things going as planned. I need someone from Beta team to slice into the facilities computers. I don’t think the Empire is the only presence attacking.”

There was no sense of glory in the emotions felt within the prison. Sure the prisoners had hope, but they had as much concern as the defenders for the downfall of the facility. An Imperial insurgence should be celebrating successes, as it was obvious there were many of them happening. Of course the Empire could be using droids. It wouldn’t be unheard of and Teckla’s time with the Empire was not long enough to gain knowledge of all their assets. ”Let’s increase the pace. If those are not strict allies we need to get to the target before they do. Be fast, but be on target.” The two troopers in Teckla’s presence gave nods and took up flanking positions to their General.

The dive troopers were well equipped to deal with any removal of life support or pressurizers. On first glance the General looked as though she was terribly open to defeat by this tactic. But she had a powerful tool in the Force. She would be just fine. ”The target is only one level up from here. We avoid the lifts. It may be a Mon Cal facility, but there are no guarantees as to what works when it is flooded.” Clicks of confirmation were heard on the comms and Teckla’s smile grew as she felt the glee of escaping prisoners. Things were going well. She just hoped that she would be the first one to Amaka Droll.
 
High Commander of the Lilaste Order
Laphisto was pleased with the response he had gotten from the Empires troops they seemed well organized for a group of banded-together remnants, he knew that there might be a clash in tactics and the way each group operated, but for the most part, they seemed to be working in tandem with one another. for now at least. with the Bulk of the Empire troops now pushing the field, laphisto brought his comlink up just as Sergan Vanori Sergan Vanori spoke up about their dire situation. Were they the only fleet in the system? it surprised him that Ali Kare Ali Kare or even Dravin macovish Dravin macovish had not arrived yet. Both parties were pretty eager and amped up for a fight after some minor altercations a few weeks prior. " copy that admiral, we read you loud and clear give us twenty or thirty minuets, and those guns will be offline, standby for bomber targets."

Laphisto had been listening to the comms for the entirety of the battle, trying to find and pick out the voice of some leadership that would rally the troops and give out orders where needed, but unfortunately, no one had been designated or stepped up to the plate so far. and as much as he didn't want to step on the toes of the Empire, he knew if there was no direction, this battle would fall short. One couldn't have several detachments running around without direction like a chicken with its head cut off, sure they could cause damage, but at the same time may take greater losses than needed.
looking over the battlefield, his eyes flashed a teal blue, allowing him to see through the force and peer into the troops on the beach as well as his troops trapped in no man's land "Walkers make the advance forwards, aim your Mass Drivers at trenches and gun emplacements, there should be enough cover now for the infantry. all Lilaste troops push into no man's land and use the craters for cover."

And with that, the Lilaste order began the move. Their objective was completed, and the Empire of the lost had a safe place to gather and rally before moving forward as they advanced, Laphisto got onto the Commlink to communicate with the imperial troops " Clarissa tankers, no man's land is filled with craters your treads will render you stranded, I recommend you push the right flank with the mobile Infantry provide cover for them to push forwards on the right side of the enemy entrenchment then the ground forces of the Empire can use the enemy trenches and take out the enemies while on their side of the battle, should be able to throw their ranks into disarray and allow us to either destroy or turn these guns against the enemy fleet. The order will continue a forward advancement and draw the main fire of the Mon Cala forces. how copy?"

Laphisto had hoped that the small amount of direction would help smooth this battle along quickly. If the guns were not taken offline or more ships didn't arrive to assist the admiral then this battle will be over no matter what the outcome of their mission. Time was of the essence, and it was quickly running out with every turbo laser that fired upon the imperial fleet.

Amiggie Lutih Amiggie Lutih Myri Dara Myri Dara
 
Loyal Servant of the Empire



“Copy ground team, ISD Gauntlet will stand by for targeting coordinates.”

The comm’s officer relayed the message to the Admiral who could not help but let out a little huff, he knew the ground team was doing all they could but as things stood the Empire would continue to lose valuable ships the longer surface fire continued. Still, that was only half of the battle, the Mon-Cal fleet remained stalwartly on the defensive, capital ships refusing to be baited into battle with Imperial vessels while their frigates and corvettes harassed any weak points in Imperial formations. While the raw firepower of the Imperial Navy would eventually break the Mon-Cal defenses, they would only gain a pyritic victory from the sheer number of ships that would be lost or need extensive repairs. The Empire's expansion would be slowed at a time when the galaxy called out for order and that simply would not do. As Sergan pondered, the blast doors to the bridge opened group of Imperial Marines appeared, prepared for combat and equipped with atmospheric suits in case of any loss of life support.

"Admiral, I have readied two squads as you commanded."

"Excellent Sergeant, I will have need of your skills shortly."

The trooper's head twitched for a moment, he considered his next words wisely before clearing his throat to draw Sergan's attention once more.

"Sir, I must warn you that we simply don't have the men to take the entire frigate. We could hold the hanger but we could not hope to take other key systems."

At that, the Admiral nods and approaches, his mechanical arm moving to rest on the man's shoulder as several fighters pass by the bridge, locked in a dogfight to avoid Imperial point-defense guns.

"I could not hope to ask that of you. No, I need you to simply push to the bridge and take it. Once it is yours, lock it down and deactivate life support systems in all sectors not controlled by Imperial forces."

"If I may, what are we to do with the ghost ship once we have eliminated its crew?"

"You will maneuver the vessel to link up with our Ground Support vessels. Unfortunately, the army is going to have to lose its munitions stockpile so that we can put it to better use. To be blunt, you will be creating a flying bomb, one that we will drive into the heart of the Mon-Cal defensive line to ensure the destruction of its flagship. In the chaos, bombardment of the Shipyards can begin."

"Ah, I see sir. Never been much of a pilot myself, but the lads would enjoy building a bomb for you."

It was then that the ship shook, a nearby explosion reverberating even in the emptiness of space.

"Sir! Our gunners have disabled the enemy frigates' engines, our bombers report several successful hits on their communications array. The ship's guns are still active but they are scrambling to redirect power to other key sectors. Further bombardment should keep their shields offline for our infiltration team to board."

"You heard the man, Sergeant. To your transport! I will ensure you have fighters to escort you to the enemy vessel."

"Yes Sir!"

As the troopers filtered off the bridge, Sergan moved to the viewport, watching as the chaos of battle continued to unfold. The enemy frigate sat dead in space, the occasional barrage of laser cannons directed at the Gauntlet or its escorts had little effect, but the Admiral felt it was time to respond in kind.

"Prepare starboard batteries to fire a salvo, target nonessential systems aboard the frigate, and give the illusion we are trying to annihilate them. In the meantime, have our escorts engage any vessels that come into skirmishing range, we cannot allow the Mon-Calamari to learn of our plan."
 

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