To steal a man's tea (Invasions of Atrisia)

[Sargon Vynea]

The space around Atrisia was alive with ships as the Fringe came down upon Atrisia the fleet superiority belonged directly to the Fringe, and it was time to bring in the troops. Turning back towards the communications officer Sargon nodded, "Order the Finality class ships to began their arrival, I want boots on the ground. As soon as room has cleared on the surface began landing pre-fabricated bases, superiority must be gained immediately." Watching around the bridge as each member of the crew went about their business he simply nodded, there was no need for him here the Grand Admiral had created a well drilled team.

"As for enjoying this, do you realize, my Lady, that those lives spent on the ground like pawns being moved across the board are anything but a game to me? I was once one of them, I fought for the Fringe tooth and nail, and ordered my men to certain death to save lives. There is no joke here at all, but we have to keep the face of certainty on, the joyful knowledge that we have already won. This contest is behind us and the spoils of victory are before us. I will spend tonight writing letters to wives, and children who will never see their loved ones again so we could grow stronger. There is no joy in this for me, but I will pretend there is for those around us. We made choices, we brought the Fringe here, and that takes away the luxury of looking at our own feelings over the matter. There is no doubt any longer, men are dying already, and I will not leave without a victory."

Before turning from @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] he gave her a smile, and a shake of the head sending her a wave of warmth. It was one of the easier things about being friends with an empath, words weren't truly required. Walking towards the rear of the command bridge to the captain Sargon checked over the status of Spencer's ship, and gave command over the fleet to the Wrathful One. Reading over the report on the fleet he noted that all fighters had been deployed, and the ships were sealed up tightly. After the new mess of ships trying to land in hangers, and explode there had been a step up in security. All hangers had been sealed physically as well as with shields, and wouldn't be reopening until the battle was over. Finally secure in the knowledge that the fleet battle was in hand Sargon returned to Spencer, "The orbit is secure for the moment. The Wrathful One will be leading the fleets in space, though I'm doubtful as to her self control with the fleet."

 

[Onrai]

"YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW!"

A really random voice showed up out of nowhere as Circe's vessel arrived - the Permanence-class Battleship was loaded with Detryte bombers and Tetrica-class assault fighters. Immediately, she deferred to whoever was in charge, as she had arrived here with very little thought on what she intended to do.

"So, Sargon... Where do you want me?"

@[member="Sargon Vynea"]

 

[Bellalika]

Imperial Tower
@[member="Kitt Solo"]

Bellalika moved about while the others went to work. There wasn't much to do until the battle began and she let out a breath to release some of that tension. Her eyes flicked around the room seeing the ones backing up and then the one flew off past the storm troopers as the reports of Fringe drops ships and fighters. The battle was beginning and she moved towards the stairs. Get to the roof and coordinate or at the very least she turned to see another in a red face mask and pointed her hand. "You accompany me, we need to make sure the tower's upper levels are secure and no one gets on the roof top."

 

[Midve]

Midve Jeikne'Yzheda had naturally been allotted a more technological array of weaponry, suitable for the skittery technician hordes she supervised. 32 AT-PTs and 3 AT-ATs had been placed under the Asha'ladier conclave's administration, though they were admittedly in less than optimal condition. The Empire essentially lent the conclave their war machines for the duration that the Asha'ladier required to restore or upgrade the vehicles to prime condition. Old tech was like that.

2,000 Asha'ladier tech warriors would flood out into the streets and tail the Imperial walkers, allowing the deadly artillery to clear the path with firepower and intimidation while they would be available to flank or administer repairs to the metal behemoths should likely mechanical injury occur in this pivotal battle. Midve took a seat behind her pilot in a rather scuffed-up AT-PT, essential Imperial comm and holo facilities at her disposal to coordinate her forces with the Empire's necessities. She briefly checked in for Emperor Kahoshi's benefit, announcing that her clans were active and on the move.

Flicking through the read-outs, the High Engineer of Hebrides searched for a weakness in the attack. She tried to channel the Asha'ladier High Preservationist. It was time to think like him. Though the sons of Asha had not been at war for over a millennium, they had always been alert for the revelation of a foreign enemy. The one thing she remembered from him in this moment was that one could always count on sloppy play from an invading army. She just needed to pinpoint where the weak link was...

 

[Tricia Kalamack]

Imperial Tower
Objective: Wreck things
Secondary Objective: Foreplay
@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @[member="Somarae"] @[member="Midve"]

Tricia felt it as she flew, someone was powerful and out there... No they were coming at her here and now and she looked forward with a smirk. Someone in the air as she stopped looking at the tower and narrowed her focus, the screaming of soldiers and the sound of ships coming was more then enough to distract but she felt it. That tingle in the force as she tracked someone flying towards her now and getting closer. Not just another force user trying to catch her but this one was flying while she shot up higher into the air and turned. The ships flew past her head as Tricia spun letting the cape of the iron skin flutter. The screaming of fighters going towards the tower in the distance was enough as she lowered herself and reached out.

With two hands she reached for it and found it, that invisible cord from her mind that lashed around it and held the ship in place. The slow rotation of the airspeeder as she bent the guns up until the air distorted to show the hands. Something large and powerful to hold, to take and crush it like a can to her wants and desires before she rose higher into the air and pulled her hand back to bring it is a low arc below her. Then it rounded behind as she shot forward pulling it with her. The force washing off in a pulse of power and a beacon for those looking. This was the fun of it and Tricia flung the speeder ahead of her while she took off again to get a little higher. The trooper below beginning to notice the flying master and taking pop shots that were frankly beneath her notice.

The only thing she was thinking about was the one who was flying and that was more then enough to alleviate her boredom for now while she spoke into the force for Siobhan while letting her mental assault come. A tide of power to crash and probe at her opponents mind to see how much she could protect against. The battering ram of mental power would try to crash and stun her to get the read but it mattered not she had seen enough just from her flying to want to fight her. Not many others could boast flight or a decent mastery of telekinesis which would bring some fighting at least for the moment. Then her eyes tracked the movement of the tech warriors far below as she threw the speeder down at several of them to maim and explode from high above. She readied herself and let the wind flap her cape and hair to the side.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Imperial Tower
Objective: Mass destruction!
Secondary Objective: Team up to grab a Star Destroyer!
@Tricia Kalamack, @[member="Somarae"], @[member="Midve"]

So the game was on. Siobhan sensed the power before the mental assault hit her with the force of a battering ram, so ironic given her own tactics that had earned her the same title. Someone, a powerful forcer, was out there in the air, driven by the same will to victory, carnage and destruction as she was. Perhaps someone equal to her? It was a petty feeling, for war was not about pursuing personal glory, but she could not deny that the day had just gotten a lot more interesting for her. There was obviously only one way to find out. She followed the tingle in the Force, homing on its source, as she shot higher and higher into the air. Below her the stormtroopers and walkers and vehicles looked so small, the soldiers might as well have been ants. Needless to say flying required a great deal of control, her sheer will propelled her upward, but at the same time there was something terribly liberating about leaving the ground behind her. The sheer power it meant could be intoxicating. Hopefully she would not fly too close to the sun like Icarus, for her redheaded Mistress would not like it.

As her senses homed in on the source and she readied herself, bristling with primal power as she sought to exert her will upon her to crush her, she suddenly reeled as she was hit by the mental assault with full force, making her head spin as it felt like it was being struck by an invisible hammer being slammed into it, breaking her concentration. Siobhan was a powerful forcer, but she was not that equipped to deal with mental attacks without preparation, her training had gone into dishing out destruction and so she reeled under the force of the assault. As she tried to steady her mind it seemed that for a moment she was losing in altitude and descending further to the ground, but then she caught herself. Siobhan was no mentalist, she could not respond with an equal attack on Tricia's psyche, so she did the next best thing. Power coursed through her, its strength amplified by the anger she was now feeling, it wrapped itself around her and she welcomed it like an old friend, then she hit back, unleashing a powerful wave that blossomed into a force explosion, the shockwave shooting directly towards Tricia with the power of a battering ram trying to punch through a gate. When she lashed out with the Force, it could be felt and as the shockwave shot through the air twisted into strange shapes, driven by her will to crush and destroy her opponent.

The burning wreckage of the airspeeder that had been in Tricia's grasp and was slamming towards the tech warriors suddenly came to her halt as Siobhan grabbed it with her mind, her tight grip holding onto it. Then it was hurled high through the air towards Tricia, repeating blasters spewing out a hail of laser rounds in a burst for a short while as Siobhan assumed direct control for a short moment and steered its guns. She readied herself, steadying herself in the air as she let power flow through her, the Force answering her call and lending its strength to her as she called out.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Jerrick stood among stormtroopers, and the man named Rexus at the imperials palace. Weapons were handed to them that looked pretty expeinsive and punch pacting."Ah I'm greatful. So our shebs just sit here like nerfs? Hmm easy job for easy pay I think." Jerrick turned his attention to the stormtroopers, wearing a similar armor as his, but it didn't feel Mando with these guys, not that he doubted their abilitys, just Jerrick knew he was better. "Rexus what's the Fringes deal? I figured the Sith would be with the Empire." He took his hemlet's hud and switched it to a extra veiw for his drone. He through up a small ball and it stood afloat. "Bet you boys don't ever get these." He said to the troopers. "With this Rexus I can monitor almost anywhere. Just tell me where to put it."

 

[Rexus Drath]

@[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"] @[member="JerrickShado"]

Suddenly through the midst of all the preparing Rexus felt two of his comrades close by panic and die. It wasn't a good feeling at all but it was certainly felt. Moving quickly he told his squad to stay put grabbing the saber by his side just in case he needed it. Whistling to Jerrick he motioned him to follow him, this was probably going to be it, his first taste of actual combat in hundreds of years. Though he was far from rusty Rexus had trained himself in the ways of the new empire improving his skill and becoming a better warrior to protect the galaxy. "Hey merc bros, let's go."

Walking out of the safety of the palace Rexus made his way to where he felt the disturbance go down. Looking cautiously as he held up his Maser he looked scanned his surroundings cautiously trying not to get himself killed. Eventually he made his way to the bodies of the two dead storm troopers. Being a former grunt his heart hurt for the loss of his brethren. He would avenge them and all other imperial life lost in this conflict. Filled with rage Rexus stood up and beat his chest. "Where are you?! Come and get some if you are hard enough!!" this wasn't going to end well at all

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Jerrick hurried after the man. He could see he was quite angry and ready to fight. He chased after him weapon shoulder, the maser a bit heavier then he expected. He had no idea where Adan had went to. "What's got your shebs tied in a knot?" He asked as the man roared picking a fight. A small chill ran up Jerrick's spine. Again something felt wrong and Jerrick was a tad bit worried about what was to pop out. He knelt a few meters away from angered person. Watching for any enemies that needed a hole in the face. "What am I looking for anyways?" Firing and rubbling could be felt and heard in the distance. "By the Mand'oa...we should have tooken your squad." He completely unaware of why he kept getting the chill up his spine. "Do I need my frog now?" Jerrick joked around. He contiued to ease his way to some cover and watched from there waiting for the person Rexus called for. Rexus was weilding his saber, its humming sound a rythmic noise of war, and anger in Jerrick's eyes. He aimed down his sights to where Rexus was looking, which was a general direction of a whole lot of area to cover with just the maser. 'Shabla, what have I gotten myself into' he thought to himself.

 

[Sera Inkari]

@[member="Jared Ovmar"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

Spoiler

We need to define which port we are defending the one in space? Minor confusion, an IC attack either way would help settle it thanks.

In Space
Behind one of the Planet's Moons, powered down, masked.
Mission - Bide her time.

Sera still bided her time the other side of the moon, employing her force stealth technique to block out her force connection as best she could, if someone had known to look for her, they would surely have found her, but not knowing in this vast battlefield made all the difference, it made her signature almost so small it didn't exist to anyone but a Master's concentration on her spot. The act required all the red priestess's concentration, uttering ritual and prayer continually to hold the stealth. Waiting patiently for the fringe forces to land and commit themselves, she received word of the landing forces on the bridge of her frigates, and was happy to wait, to be one with the force in ritual meditation. Blending in to be just one more group in the imperial navy.

The force was patient, and did not shirk from its course, always and everlasting, as she was. These were fast ships and would get to their destination with haste, capital ships would be hard pressed to counter their speed, size wasn't everything, because all was the force, and the force was beyond measure. Why should the fringe be the only ones on the offensive? The thought was born over and over in her mind, awaiting her action. @[member="Rodrigo Satoshi"] @[member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

Her crew's eyes were on the spaceport, they still had a port to take and as yet nobody was headed its way, the imperial navy unflinching in its defense, if indeed that was the fringe's target.

 

[Tricia Kalamack]

Imperial Tower
Objective: Mass destruction!
Secondary Objective: Team up to grab a Star Destroyer!
@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], @Somarae, @Midve

Oh this one was strong as she felt it her mind and her power. That anger and fury like a tank preparing to break everything down and she realized what she could do. The full breadth might have been unknown but she saw how this one knew to beat down doors and buildings. That could serve a purpose later if she really wanted to try and turn her but with that glimpse she had gotten such a feat wouldn't be easy and she wasn't that arrogant to believe she could sweet talk one as strong willed into just giving up or destroying everything else around them. Her face lit up when it came then she realized what that blast was when it slammed into her. End over end Tricia flipped back as she flew up into the sky and her teeth rattled from the impact. She hadn't expected that as much but that was quite a surprise.

The taste of blood on her tongue where she had bitten down from the blast. It was all she could do not to cringe as she dropped down in a large arc and pushed the force to stop herself. Into a massive shockwave that made the trees splinter and a large crater to be below her. The sound of water rushing in from a nearby stream touched her face as she turned around. The blood on her lip was unexpected and she spoke to herself. Not one to discount skill or power now that she had seen it and making a mental note to not just stand still for this one. That would only lead to her getting smacked with another blast to the face. She would have to make sure to pay it back in kind as she crouched low on the ground and jumped up again with more speed able to see the airspeeder being thrown to meet her. The shots coming as she banked left and the right to avoid them.

Her powers flexing until she had them built and wrapped around herself, the speeder was one thing but there was an entire squadron in the area as she grabbed one of them and did a barrel roll snapping the fighter around with her to smash into the speeder. A tight lipped smirk came across her face while she threw more force into the speed of her flight to smash through the wreckage momentarily letting the scent of charred flesh, twisted metal and smoke assail her. Her eyes remained forward locked onto where she felt Siobhan and Tricia felt that cool wash of anger as she gave herself some focus and two hands distorting the air where she wanted to smash. A ripply under her like skimming the water until she stopped letting it loose with a large two meter sized distorted bubble going at the woman. A returned force blast from both of her hands while her voice let out a small sound. "AHHHH"

 

[Kitt Solo]

Imperial Tower - @[member="Bellalika"]

Her hand hovered at the central security system's ports when the Zeltron woman pointed her out.

Dagum it.

Hastily, she slid in the drive that would upload the virus to the system, as she exited the team working there. It looked like they were trying to wipe the computers and save data anyway. It might take them awhile to notice the background virus doing its work to weaken their defenses. Turning, she saluted to 'her' temporary crew and followed the other woman.

"Yes, ma'am. Reporting for duty. Those dirty, stinkin' Fringers. We'll get 'em." So said the Fringer in Imperial clothing.

 

[Taiden Keth]

Imperial Tower
Under heavy Cover
Mission - Ready the defenses. Harden the shell. Plant Surprises. Upgrade Moira???

If Taiden had been an imperial he would have shot at Tricia with the anti aircraft fire, but he was far too honorable for that, honor demanding the blade and face to face meeting with his opponent, all Thyrsians had the same need, they all stood and watched. A speeder hit the building, it didn't do much to a hardened building, this was going to take actual ground fighting, or something much bigger. A few Echani tracked her with their guns but as yet didn't blast away freely, they were not targeted directly, some of the imperials probably were about to though, they lacked his firm sense of needing to see his opponents eyes in battle.

However when the fighter was grabbed.... @[member="Tricia Kalamack"] would find herself shot at by every imperial in range, at this range she was accelerating to only the AA would have a chance, after that she might be clear of it entirely, if she stayed clear. Say what you want about blaster fire being slower than force users, she was about to get a heck of a hail of it headed her way, enough to bring down a small capital ship. The imperial gunners on the roof taking her much more seriously, the Thyrsians still remaining poised, and still hadn't fired.

Readying the defense, each moment they took to get here, gave him more time to prepare, traps were laid in the building, automated defenses brought on line, doors reinforced and sealed, alternate passage ways blocked off, to funnel any attack down predictable routes. The imperials with him worked methodically, shutting this place down piece by piece, like a well oiled machine. First reinforcing it, barricades in the hallways, cover for troops on the ground. Outside would be worked on next if he had time, external makeshift defences would be erected in time, firing positions for the troops, trenches dug in for others. Mines being deployed for vehicles, the works. This was a complete lockdown, and he was getting a lot of time to prepare and ready himself, ready to move outside at the next call.

@[member="Moira Skaldi"] "The combat circle is being sealed," he spoke as he pictured the field of battle, all traditional Echani thought this way, this was a painting, constantly moving pieces in a puzzle to Taiden, "I suggest taking the intersecting points and junctions to the tower, cutting off any potential route with mines, automated defenses and barricades to slow vehicles. Starve their supply lines from the rear, make the tower cover ten times its area, and effective range in a shell, and fight them from behind, pushing them towards our choke points." Moira being who she was, probably had already considered most of this, but Taiden provided additional details in just how to do it, with that much more precision and timing, studying the field of battle from all angles at once on the display ahead of him, deep down in the bunker. The way he suggested to lay out defenses would have that bit more Echani effectiveness to it, and unfortunately for any living being in the known galaxy, possibly add this Echani effectiveness to her program from here on out in some capacity. A naive move possibly from a young man who didn't know who he was giving this to, but it had been done. Moira might even take this Echani curiosity to more lethal levels...

This was his training, no experience of actual battle, but this was theory and training, this he could do easily, it was pure Echani thinking, a battlefield he came alive within.

@Kitt Solo @Bellalika @Moira Skaldi @Aditya Amadis @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Imperial Tower
Objective: Mass destruction!
Secondary Objective: Team up to grab a Star Destroyer!
@Tricia Kalamack, @[member="Somarae"], @[member="Midve"]

Turning Siobhan would undoubtedly be a fun idea. When one considered that the normal, stable Siobhan was a woman-shaped battering ram who tore down buildings and threw tanks, it might be quite interesting to what a Siobhan released from all constraints and with no restraining bolt to keep her considerable appetite for carnage in check would do. Probably not become the plotting, scheming sort of darksider, but the desolation would be...impressive. However, while certainly far from immune to temptation - indeed it was the exact opposite - Siobhan was strong-willed. More to the point, she was a soldier, she knew she was a Butcher and faced her own darkness so often. Her principles were few in number and she stuck to them. She did not angst about whether 'this was the right thing or moral'.

The scent of burnt and charred flesh, burnt to a crisp and perfect for a barbeque, broken metal and smoke filled the air and invaded her nostrils as the airspeeder she had used as an improvised missile smashed into a starfighter. Siobhan intensified her speed, drawing on the Force to pump strength into her muscles as she shot upward, rapidly gaining in altitude. Force speed was one of those powers she was very adept in and now it came in handy as debris came flying through the air, the former Exarch dodging, evading, backpedalling. Her opponent was good, very good, only someone with considerable prowess would dare to try force flight and toss vehicles like ragdolls. A battle between the telekinesis masters would be long, intense, perhaps ending a stalemate, so she had to find a way to tip the balance into her favour and take over the playing field.

Not wanting to give Tricia a reprieve, just before the force blast was unleashed upon the former Exarch with the battering ramming might she usually prided herself on being able to unleash she shot towards her, coming from the right flank and moving higher into the air. Gripping her Mark One Boltgun tight, telekinesis and force-enhanced strength going into steadying the usually heavy and bulky gun in her grip amidst the powerful wind that was whipping around them, she took aim and squeezed the trigger and fired, the weapon barking out loud, though over the howl of the wind and the noise made by the engines of the speeders it might be difficult to hear, as three explosive bolts shot out in succession towards the ancient master; each would explode upon impact, making force pushes rather counterproductive against them and the blast would be accompanied by hot shrapnel. It was then that the powerful force blast reached Siobhan and hit her in full force much like the power of a tidal wave.

Needless to say given that her focus had been elsewhere, namely on striking a hopefully serious blow, Siobhan had not had the time to summon a force shield and wrap it around her like a barrier. Moreover, Siobhan was not particularly proficient with defensive powers. Almost everything she had learned over the decade had gone into attack, for she was a firm acolyte of the Cult of Offence, so it would probably have done little good. So as the powerful wave hit her, a force strong enough to smash doors, she did the next best thing, namely push back as she was thrust through the air as the blast hit her chest, making her feel something break, perhaps ribs, making her breathing laboured. As she exerted her telekinetic will upon the blast, an instinctive reaction, a reflex borne out of her mentality to hit back no matter what the cost and mess with the enemy, the energy of the shockwave would be hit by her own, expanding the radius of the blast so that both Tricia and Siobhan should be engulfed with it, the powerful energy being released smashing into Fringe and Imperial ships and speeders, hurling them through the air, hitting engines and in some cases making them crash into each other. As the shockwave would come crashing back towards her opponent Siobhan was hurled and spun through the air.

Tricia should get hit but Siobhan was caught in her own wave as well, being hurled far and with great might through the air, unable to control or slow down her own descent, as she spun wildly, drawing blood as she bit down on her tongue, her eardrums being hit with pain from the explosion. She was falling far and without control before she crashed against an airspeeder, feeling her left arm, the organic one, being deadened, and with pain shooting through her back, her head being sent spinning as her vision turned hazy. Such was the power of the impact that the airspeeder was thrown through the air by it, speeding towards the ground and exploding. Siobhan descended further, her mind reeling and without control as she slipped, coming close to crashing onto an airspeeder before she caught herself. Breathing coming in ragged, tasting the copper taste of blood upon her lips.

Her bolter had fallen out of her hand and was taking a descent before she managed to stretch out with her mind and catch it, guiding it towards her. She grit her teeth, trying to stifle the pain, the strong ache she was feeling as she regained control. Pain is just weakness leaving the body, she reminded herself. In certain situations it could even be an asset, fuelling her, driving her to greater heights. If they were closely matched when it came to telekinesis, a different approach was needed. Her bolter being gripped in her bionic hand she flew upward, moving ever faster as the Force surged through her muscles again, trying to close the distance to Tricia and come at her from irregular angles, seeking to evade any projectiles that would surely be hurled at her. The open palm of her flesh and blood hand raised, a torrent of blue force lightning shot out from her fingertips towards her adversary, the lightning bolts powered by her will to exterminate.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

Imperial Tower - deep in the bunker.
Command and control
Objective: Watch the death of organics, process Bellalika

Outside battle raged, an undoubtedly epic contest between two masters of the force had begun and speeders were being tossed through the air like ragdolls, Imperial artillery was thundering. Deep within the bowels of the bunker Moira was watching the scene unfold. She was good at that, unbound by emotion, looking upon the game for that was what it was to her. Empires came and went, rose and fell, organics were born, lived and died. Here a great many of them would fall and they were like pieces to be moved. Of course, there were some variables that could not be fully processed and categorised by her rational mind. The Force was one of them, it was an annoying element that could be observed but not fully understoods by her, too often it created the unanticipated that threw an orderly equation into disorder.

But for now she would not join battle, she was busy organising. The Echani leader Taiden Keth had lent his considerable prowess and that of his fellow warriors to aiding in fortifying the internal defences. Doors were sealed, automated defence systems - some of them hidden, with the sealing in the wall to be removed as hostiles came close, motion detection sensors and IFF systems feeding the information, were brought online. Emergency exits were being sealed, traps had been prepared and more than that the troops had been given orders to prepare canisters of nerve gas, to be released through the vents of the corridors in case hostile troops broke through. Of course regular stormtrooper armour would keep contaminants and gas out, though many forcers were not genre-savvy enough. Of course, they had techniques to filter out contaminants and could hold their breath for longer, but it would distract them at the very least. At key intersections soldiers set up position with e-webs and heavy repeaters, mobile patrols were equipped with scatter guns, sonic rifles and flamethrowers for close combat. Her own boltgun and flamethrower rested upon the desk next to her, ready to be seized as she gazed upon the array of holoprojectors and computer screens that enabled her to monitor the situation outside and inside.

The transmission from the Echani came through and she felt a jolt in her systems as she absorbed the information. She had been operating along similar lines but the additional information was...useful as she processed it. "Acknowledged. Reinforcements are being deployed," she responded. Orders for preparations had been given, but were being intensified now. Earlier she had called in forces to secure the Tower and they were arriving, their strength being that of an Imperial armoured division. The deployment would take time but they acted like good cogs in a well-oiled machine and were spurred on by duty. Civilians conscripted into labour battalions were busy setting up barricades and digging trenches further away outside the Tower, blocking off access to it. Imperial tanks were deployed at key points to provide fire support and cover for the troops, pounding attackers with heavy fire. Other units of tanks and walkers were deployed with the aim of flanking and hitting advancing enemy forces in pincer movements when they marched upon the Tower, driving them to the chokepoints. Likewise civilian vehicles were being seized and requisitioned, being placed to provide obstacles and inhibit the mobility of enemy troops, further forcing them along the pathway where the Imperials wanted them to be. Mines were spread out across the field, behind the trenches and on the Tower Imperial troopers set up mortars, ready to shell and bombard enemy troops with shells of high explosive, gas and incendiary, focusing on the intersecting junctions and joints. AT-ATs were deployed as quadrupedal fortresses, intended to hit hard and draw the enemy fire, then push onto the offensive from the front as the lighter walkers and tanks pincered enemy forces.

Imperial forces:
Armoured division/battlegroup strength (deploying):
10,000 infantry
6000 support
12 AT-ATs
36 AT-STs
270 tanks
1, 130 repulsorlift vehicles

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Imperial Tower
Moving to Bunker

Aditya's technical teams had made short work of the Imperial fire sale. All important documents contained, and the computer core shut down but for the most key functions, only an Imperial Upper Governmental Authority or @[member="Moira Skaldi"] could make much of the computer core now. "Rush, people!" Aditya winced as she felt the building shake. Not wishing to be on the receiving end of a few enterprising force wielders herself, she locked down the computer core and bolted the access panels shut. Or better said, her subordinates did.

Pushing through the security measures, Aditya raced for the Bunker while blast doors were closing, using the last bit of New Imperial Know-how to get to the Bunker itself. Once she got through to the Bunker's command centre, Aditya plugged a headset onto her head and let the comms flow over. @[member="Taiden Keth"] was a surprise. Aditya nearly fell over, thinking the Echani had made it to the Empire.

She checked first on her Guard, "Commander Zuka, report to @[member="Taiden Keth"] and follow his orders, only to be superceded by my own. Hand him a comm bud."

"Yes Ma'am!" The Commander brought his squad of 200 Armoured Guard and 50 Bombadiers to the Echani youth, and presented himself with a salute, holding out a small ear-wrapping comm unit. "Senior Prefect Aditya Amadis' compliments, Sir. We are to assist your defence of the Tower. This is a direct line to the Imperial Shipworks' CEO."

200 Stormtrooper Guard (with long range rifles & troop transport shuttles)
50 Stormtrooper Bombadiers (with grenades & long range mobile gun batteries)

 

[Nyxie]

Atrisia
Surface
Imperial Palace

Smoke began crawling down the hallway as Aynea sprinted on all fours down the hall and around the corners of the maze-like corridors of the palace. She could hear more commotion growing outside. Ohhh... she worried, clutching the now half-scorched imitation fan in her hand.
"Feth! How do I get out of this place...? Kark it!"
The young Rufie looked to a nearby window and decided that it made a pretty fine exit from her perspective. With two slow steps back, she paced her self and... sploosh, through the frame she went - wood, paper, glass and all flying out behind her. Her body rolled forward as she regained herself on all fours, tails sprawled all about sporadically. Voices built up behind her. With her fine hearing, she could hear them echoing closer down the halls behind her.
Hey, stop that person! Sets of footsteps grew louder and more rapid as she slouched by the ground outside.
"O-oh no. Not good." A nervous Aynea murmured. "Hyu'ahh!" She quickly formed two large faux fire balls in her hands and threw them through the former window of the palace, igniting small sparks as they clashed with the wall on the adjacent side. Oh no, not another one! Time to go! she thought to herself.
Without a second thought, Aynea began running as though the end of the whole world as she knew it lie behind her, approaching like a tsunami of imminent doom.
"Out of the way!" she yelled, shoving one soldier into the other, stunning them both as she ran for the nearest, largest wall she could find and quickly scale up it with her claws digging into any loose edges.
She landed with a harsh thud on her limbs over the other side, and without even looking back, she started running for the pass while likely being chased by a small mob of angry guards. Even from afar, she could smell the faint scent of smoke and ash from the burning hall. Well, she thought, There's only two ways out; back down the jagged mountain or through the pass full of angry, trigger-happy soldiers.... Aynea gulped, realizing they were already not far behind her.

@[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"] @[member="Akio Kahoshi"]
(((We have our differences, and I acknowledge our uneven ground, but here let us be strictly professional.)))

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

Imperial Palace
Interior Halls

With @[member="Rexus Drath"] outside the Palace, Shadow Hand Ahani Najwa-Keth had been charged with added security within the Palace. As the interior fire suppression system came on and ended the danger of the flames, Ahani started sprinting. She had been tracking a nuisance for some time, and now that the fox had attempted to burn down the Palace with the Emperor in it, the threat level rose. @[member="Ayña Kottos"] must have been there to assassinate the Emperor and Ahani would not stand for that. Using her ability to sense through the Force, Ahani raced at @[member="Ayña Kottos"] with Force Speed, faster than any natural being could handle.

Six feet of female Echani soldier came down on Ayna like the hammer of vengeance. She force-pulled the fox into a wall, and attempted through the Force to keep her there. "You! Trespassing in the Imperial Palace, committing arson in the viscinity of the Galactic Emperor @[member="Akio Kahoshi"], answer for your crimes!"

One hand holding the force pull in place, Ahani lit her husband's lightsaber, a thick crimson beam heralding nothing good for the mischief maker, who broke in to the most sacred of Imperial places.

 

[Onrai]

@[member="Ahani Najwa-Keth"] @[member="Ayña Kottos"]

An anticlimactic journey of significant length took Circe from her Battleship to the surface, utilizing her Animus-class Assault Courier gifted by @[member="Ashin Varanin"]. She had then stealthily slipped through the Atrisian lines utilizing her abilities in Illusion and Force Immersion to pass by the troops. She was here for a single reason...

There was a rival.

People such as her had a certain distinct aura. Other black widows, seductresses, and honey pots exuded the same feeling - Petra Cavataio, Anaya Fen, and Siobhan Kerrigan for one, though the latter was more submissive in her ways. And there was someone here of such great lust, such desire, that she had to be eliminated. Or preferably, subjugated. With that said, she began her trek towards the sensed being...

Who was a fox. A hot fox, but a fox nonetheless. She was new - certainly not an Atrisian, from the looks of it. Circe dropped her illusion of a guard and stepped towards the duo. "Hold it! The girl's coming with me."

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

The Galaxy had changed a lot in her centuries of cryostasis: there was the sudden appearance of a green female. Ahani started, eyebrow raising at this new addition.

"I beg your pardon!? She's wanted for crimes against the Emperor. Is your business with the fox pleasant or unpleasant for the fox? I'd be willing to negotiate if you were a member of my government. Otherwise, frell off!" Ahani said. Hey, if someone fell out of the sky or wherever she came from and went 'I want to take a problem off your hands' with the same kind of attitude @[member="Circe Savan"] was sporting, why wouldn't Ahani do as the verdant lady said? Ahani force-pushed @[member="Ayña Kottos"] further into the rock wall none too gently. Maybe that would jostle some sense into the thief's bones. Ahani's hand slipped to the button on her wristband, which summoned the Emperor's Guard to her location.

Heavily weaponized members of the Guard began to swell to the location.