Where the streets are wild [GR dominion for Denon]

[Lev Surrel]

Objective: C
Location: District 12

When Lev had heard that the Republic was about to conduct operations on Denon, the first words that had come to mind were "inconvenient" and "unprofitable."

A large part of the Guavian Death Gang's success in the Inner Rim was due to its presence on the city planet, which lay at the juncture of the Hydian Way and the Corellian Run. For distribution locations, that was hard to beat; it made the gang a dominating presence on both coreward and rimward routes, able to move product in many directions with ease. The gradual breakdown of law and order on Denon since the Republic had pulled out had allowed criminal groups to operate practically unrestrained, to the point that the entirety of District Twelve no longer answered to the planetary government. It had become a city within a city, a shadowport where the locals paid taxes to crime bosses and the "laws" were enforced by gang toughs with heavy guns.

The Death Gang had established warehouses throughout the city's underlevels long before District Twelve had seceded, but the impromptu shadowport provided a profitable opportunity: freighters departing from the district weren't checked by customs, and factories there were not subject to controlled substance laws. Lev had assumed that the independent district's presence would be the new order of things for the forseeable future, with the Republic distant and largely blocked from the region by the terrifying bulk of the One Sith empire. And yet Republic ships darkened the skies, and her spies reported that the Chancellor himself had come to address the local government. Maybe it was a move to encircle the Sith. Maybe it was genuinely humanitarian.

Either way, it was trouble. The planetary government had tolerated the loss of District Twelve because they had no choice; their efforts to crack down on the shadowport had been driven out. But the Republic military was a whole new cup of caf, and if there was one condition that Denon's government would put on rejoining the Republic, it would be taking the criminals out. While the military response would hopefully be limited by the necessity of maintaining the frontier with the Sith, it would still be many times as formidable as the beleaguered local police. So Lev Surrel, the Guavian kingpin herself, had come to protect her interests on Denon. It was up to her to either keep District Twelve intact or relocate her operations to the underlevels before too much damage was done.

Despite the urgency, she was reluctant to commit the crimson-armored soldiers of the Death Gang to the general defense of the district. She would if she had to, but she had no intention of wasting her men. But the Guavian Death Gang had a long history of illegal contacts in the weapons industry, and they manufactured some of the nastiest combat stims around. Within the warehouses of District Twelve, she and her agents distributed crate after crate of heavy repeating blasters, combat adrenals, and anti-armor rocket launchers to desperate gang leaders, who paid through the nose for them. When the Republic troops came, they would be hampered by the order to try to stay nonlethal and leave infrastructure undamaged.

The small army of psychotic thugs, heavily armed and hopped up on serious drugs, were under no such restrictions. They would shoot to kill.

[member="Marius Severus"], [member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Willam Forlon"], [member="Raymond Mosses"], [member="Nick Sept"], [member="Weiss"], [member="Matthew Rei"]

 

[Reen Lorgon]

Location: His ship, above District 12
Objective: C
Post: 1/20

Reen watched as the marines airdropped from their dropship, and he immediately patched into the commanding officer's frequency.

"Colonel [member="Weiss"], this is Captain Reen Lorgon. I'll be providing air support when possible. Just point out targets as they appear."

Reen hated being formal, but in a warzone with the military, he had to be. He switch off his comms, before turning to his R2 unit, which sat next to him.

"Can you believe it Gree? We're being respectable for once."

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: District 12 apartment rooftop
Objective: C Take control of the crime world on Denon

Putting her wallet away the woman slipped it into her pocket and looked over to her crew, giving them a quick wave of her hand to get started on collecting contacts and assets. With the Republic causing all the chaos it would be easy for her civilian dressed operators to move about the city and do their jobs. That job being raid any weapon/drug/brothels in town to politely convince their people to come to the Black Tie side.

But speaking of the devil the Republic bursted their air missiles and that meant it was go time. Taking one last sip of her coffee she set the mug on the counter and stepped out back into alley where her men waited. Decked out in armor and powered exoskeletons the crew of two men were ready to go. Quickly grabbing her own power armor, jump pack, and jetpack the woman loaded up a pulse rifle and carried a vicious sawed off at her hip.

"Go time" The woman said with a very stern voice.

Like a spider monkey the woman used her power armor to leap up high and climb the fire escape of the neighboring apartment building. From ledge to ledge she and her crew climbed up to the top of the building to get to the roof and once there she looked out to see the giant mega tower a good six kilometers away.

"It's a six kilometer run to the tower, most likely we'll be stalled and engaged by gang forces. I want to make this clear, shoot and move. If we stop running in their turf they will encircle and overwhelm us. You ready Orange?" Blonde gave her orders then spoke to her close associate.

"Born ready." He replied as he cocked his rifle.

"Let's see if our asset can keep our path clear." The woman said referencing to the merc she had hired.

With a bolt of movement the woman shot forward in a dead sprint leaping across roof top to roof top with the assistance of the jump pack and power armor.


[member="Marius Severus"], [member="Lev Surrel"] [member="Willam Forlon"], [member="Raymond Mosses"], [member="Nick Sept"], [member="Weiss"], [member="Matthew Rei"] [member="Jed Lonestar"]

 

[Lev Surrel]

Objective: C (Defend District Twelve)
Location: District Twelve, Streets

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Lev knew the law enforcement tactic of throwing a smoke grenade through the door before entering. The idea of smoking an entire city district, however, was novel to her.

The Republic missiles exploded above the shadowport, letting the thick nagnol cloud drift down over the winding streets and alleyways. Lev could feel the smoke interfering with her occular implants, baffling their sensors, so with a flick of a button she retracted them into her respirator. Reports came in from dozens of gang strongholds and chokepoints: the cloud was blanketing almost everything, leaving those within with no idea of how the Republic would deploy. Still, they must have left themselves some kind of entry corridor, and they would face resistance wherever it happened to be. That resistance would only increase as their incursion point became known, with gangs all over the district rushing to meet the threat head-on.

From her position at the impromptu command center established in one of the Guavian Death Gang's distribution warehouses, Lev surveyed her forces even as she checked her own blaster's charge. The local street gangs, all of whom paid tribute to the drug cartel at the district's center but who were generally divided by their own petty rivalries, were for once completely on the same side. The Canid Thrashers, a particularly vicious group of Houk street dealers and extortionists who favored spiked clubs and improvised explosives, had linked up with the Canyon Krayts, a predominately Nikto gang that dealt extensively in forgery and favored repeating blaster rifles. Between them, they had turned the eastern part of the district into a killzone of IEDs and ambushes.

The Organa Street Set had linked up with their traditional rivals for the fighting pit and slave trading circuit, the Weequay gang known as the Ebonites. They had serious numbers, driving drugged-up slaves in front of them to overwhelm the enemy with the weight of bodies - along with their trademark flame weapons. They had the west side locked down. And patrolling between the two were the nastiest group of all: a prison gang known as the Irredeemed. It was said that, in order to be inducted, you had to kill a cop, nice and slow, in a way that amused the bosses. The Irredeemed were the kind of criminals other gangs talked about in hushed tones, and they stood ready with their scatterguns to brutally cut down anyone who tried to enter.

Lev's orders to coordinate the gangs were simple. "Kill anything that moves." The Republic troops - and rival criminals - were dropping right into an urban hellscape, and the demons were hungry.

[member="Marius Severus"], [member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Willam Forlon"], [member="Raymond Mosses"], [member="Nick Sept"], [member="Weiss"], [member="Matthew Rei"], [member="Reen Lorgon"]

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

Objective: A
Post: 2/20

Ayumi was looking at the ones there now, she still didn't know who to work with but was setting things up. Her air down behind her shoulders while she walked and listened to some of the ones there. She listened to the people to best try and negotiate for things with them as more of her attention went to keeping her face neutral and calm. She was trying to get back into the swing of this since after the fall of the original sith empire. She had been leading the fleets and negotiations with jedi like Sochi and Selena on the worlds... now she could handle being back and was glad they had a chance to do some good with the people here. "Thank you for having me, I'll endeavor to work with you and secure things as best we can."

 

[Weiss]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkXecJTzjhU[/media]​

Location: Outsikrts of District 12, moving inside.
Objective: C
Post 5/20

The streets were filling up with plasma fire. And the skies were filling up with Republic Marines.

Vehicles and infantry were being dropped all over the perimeter of District 12. But the defenders were not very welcoming. This was going to be a fight for every block, every building every yard gained.

Weiss saw it all from above as he and the 33rd Marine corp jumped in from above. They hit the ground running and the troopers spared no time to secure the landing zones.

The ground was harder then he remembered from the last time he had jumped. He had to get ou to fthe chair more often, he was getting soft.

The com sparked to life the moment he got to his feet.

"Alpha squad in position, area secured."
"Sir...! Beta... squad.. under heavy fire..Requesti..." followed by static noise.
"Delta squad in position, hostiles nearby."
"Opal squad missed landing spot, relocating under fire."

And so on and so forth. Weiss turned his head ot the left making sure that his second kept a good ear on what was going on. Then he lit a cigar and inhaled deeply. It was bad news to have lost men already, but drops like this had that side to it. Good men lost, but the operation was overal proceding on schedule.

To the far left an explosion tore apart the base of a building and it gave off a metalic mourning. At that he recieved the call from air support.

"Roger that Captain [member="Reen Lorgon"] - much appreciated." the air support would be necessary for sure. "Sweep the area around coordinates X-77, Y44. The street gang there just took out one of my squads."

He switched frequency to the 33rd marines.

"33rd - Listen in!" he commanded. "You all know the drill, keep it tight and low. We are going to advance down the main street but dont underestimate the enemy here. They are extrmely well equiped and intel suggests that these maniacs most likely are high on something. So heads up and report in as you advance."

"Move out!"

Weiss grabbed his rifle and waved a finger in the air. Immediately his unit started to round up to proceed after the scouting squads. Silently he prayed that heavy tanks under [member="Marius Severus"] were not to far away. If those tanks were off things could get ugly quickly.

The criminals must be crazy to not know whats best for them to try and stand their ground against the Republic freakin army he thought and started moving himself. Perhaps they got something worth dying for down there... or perhaps they are just junkies with no sense whatsoever...
It mattered little to Weiss, this was just another day on the job.


[member="Reen Lorgon"] [member="Lev Surrel"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Willam Forlon"] [member="Matthew Rei"] [member="Raymond Mosses"] [member="Marius Severus"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: District 12 rooftops
Objective: C Take control of the crime world on Denon
3/20

Miss Blonde and her twi associates were locked in their augmented sprint across rooftops. Blaster fire shot out bellow, above, it was everywhere. But that didn't deter the criminals, hell it only made them run faster. This was the end days for the gangs of old and with one swoop the Black Ties could become the dominate gang and bring order to the criminal underworld. Crime could never truly be stopped, but it could always be controlled. And the Black Ties had a pretty good idea of how to control and how to hold on to it.

"Two o'clock!!" Mister Orange pointed out.

Coming from their two a squad of local criminal populace climbed up a upcoming roof opposite to them directly in their path. So that meant they had to go, in a very violent and immediate fashion. The gang of about six turned to see the incoming Black Ties and were quick to point them out, but they weren't quick enough on the draw.

With all three criminals still running they lifted their rifles and gunned down the gang of six in a spray of bullets and gore. They had gotten in the way and now they were gone, it was simple as that. Miss Blonde felt nothing for it and would continue on her path to take what she wanted.

"Targets down! Proceed proceed!" She yelled into her mic as she kept running and jumping.

They had crossed a good kilometer and half leaving them four and a half more. They were approaching the tower getting closer and closer so they could get something more valuable than money or gold. They wanted the power of information, the dirt on this city. Public officials, meeting points, safe houses, all of it would be stored up there and it was going to be hers.


[member="Marius Severus"], [member="Lev Surrel"] [member="Willam Forlon"], [member="Raymond Mosses"], [member="Nick Sept"], [member="Weiss"], [member="Matthew Rei"] [member="Jed Lonestar"]

 

[Gael bar Ammon]

Objective E: Jedi Enclave
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"], [member="Rafeesh"]
Gear: Located in bio
Post: 1/20

"Denon Air Control, this is Adder 1-1, requesting permission to dock. Vessel is carrying Senator Gael bar Ammon of the Galactic Republic.", the ships pilot spoke. Gael often found himself in the cockpit of the ships when they were landing planetside. Something about the view, being in the loop, it helped put Gael at ease. Other times, he just enjoyed it.

A voice responded through the cockpit intercom. "Adder 1-1, Denon Air Control. You are cleared for landing."

The ship's pilots neared the surface more, passing through clouds to show countless miles of cityscape. Something about the industrial atmosphere was alluring to Gael. It wasn't before long though that they neared a platform elevated high above the ground. A Republic ship was already docked, and large doors closed shut on the other side of it. It must have been Mantic Dorn, the Jedi Master leading the efforts to rehabilitate the Republic's dwindling Jedi presence.

As the pilot did his thing, so did Gael. He exited the cockpit and made his way to the shuttles ramp where he would be joined by his entourage of two Senate guards. The airlocks whooshed as the pressure began to match that of the exterior atmosphere. A bright light pierced the inside of the ship as it peered over the lowering ramp. As soon as it ran parallel to the floor, Gael began his exit. By the time the ramp had completely lowered, he already stepped off. The power from the engines began to quiet as the ship turned off. There were no imminent threats nearby, nor was there any pressing matter that would require his urgent attention - both of which might require a rapid exit.

Given the lack of a welcome from the local populace, Gael had ventured to the doors he saw close, figuring that it must have been where they went. As Gael approached, the doors opened quickly with an audible whoosh, letting in the bright natural light into the building. Followed by two blue armor clad guards, he entered and proceeded down the corridor, hoping to find where the Jedi party had gone, or at the very least a local who could point him in the right direction.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective E
The Jedi Enclave
Post 6/20

The lecture room held quite a few seats. The word about the Republic Enclave holding an opening session had apparently been spread in beforehand. Mantic looked around for a moment and took a breath. He was used to giving classes, but normally only to jedi. Here was another matter. Most sitting in this room were people working with all sorts of things in the Republic. These people had not been given training from childhood about the force, no they needed learn how to adapt to it as adults, with an already set culture of mind that sometimes made that journey harder then necessary.

Never the less, they would try, it was an adaption to the new times, an adaption for the Knights to hopefully serve the Republic in a better way then they could have before.
With easy steps he made his way into the center of the oval room. The mumbling settled and he coud feel the many eyes seeking him. The remaining members of the group he had arrived with sought seats, or began investigating this new location on their own.

“Greetings, and Welcome to the Denon Academy first lesson on the force.” Mantic placed his hand over his heart and bowed to the assembled.

“We have come to a point in our galaxy, where nothing is what it used to be.” He then continued with a strong lecturing voice.
“ This, some would ague is the case at all times, but…” Mantic lifted his finger detain any early objections.

“… but we are in fact facing something unique today. It is the reason why you are here, and it is the reason why you have heard all these rumors about different jedi orders and great schisms between them. We are facing an era of chaos, a period when the force runs much more wild then it ever has before.”

“No one could have perceived this happening, not even the great masters of old, and so the galaxy was taken by surprise.” Mantic turned as he spoke, making sure all sides of the room would have the chance to see his face as he spoke.

“This, students of the force, is what I am here to speak about on this lesson.”
Having gotten enough attention, Mantic took a short pause, to allow everyone to settle in and possibly prepare to take notes .

[member="Rafeesh"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Gael bar Ammon"]

 

[Reen Lorgon]

Location: District 12, coordinates X-77, Y44
Objective: C
Post: 2/20

"Roger that Colonel [member="Weiss"], I'll return to your squads locale once I've finished my sweep."

With that, Reen slammed the throttle, heading for the given coordinates. The district looked like it had been hit with a nuke, and Reen knew that the troops on the ground would have a tough time fighting their way to their objectives. He arrived at the location in a couple of minutes, and it was crawling with gang members. None had any heavy weapons, but they still had enough firepower to do some serious damage if he let them. Unfortunately for them, that wasn't gonna happen.

"Targets identified, Gree, light them up!" Seconds later, light turbolaser fire erupted from the ship, tearing through the gang members who'd been caught unaware. The other members scattered, running into buildings or behind cover before returning fire. Luckily, the ship's shields were strong, and held against the onslaught of blaster fire. "So, you want to play like that, eh. Gree, prioritize those gang members who've taken cover in the street."

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective E
The Jedi Enclave
Posts 1/20

Kay was doing her part and attending the lessons as she said she would. [member="Mantic Dorn"] said that she had inspired his first lecture and now she knew what that was. He had told her at their meeting that she was part of the reason that the Galaxy was in chaos. Her sometimes reckless behaviour created a ripple that at times grew into a threatening wave. But it wasn't as though she had ever done it on purpose.

She had her datapad at the ready to take notes and she wondered what Master Dorn would propose as a solution for such chaos. Order, more than likely, but how would it be achieved? Rules. Rules and laws...and knowledge. She had to keep reminding her that he wasn't trying to control her, but to help her control herself. Kay jotted that down at the top of her notes so that it was there as a reminder.

[member="Rafeesh"] [member="Gael bar Ammon"]

 

[Nick Sept]

District 12


Objective: Don't get killed
Also here: [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Lev Surrel"] [member="Weiss"]



Taizen grimaced. A firefight. Why couldn't he just take some pictures in peace? He dove behind a parked cloud car for cover. Let's see, multiple engagements, and both sides didn't seem to care for civilian casualties. Hmmm. Time to climb, get to higher safer ground. running through this alley would likely get him a hole through the chest. Oh, duh. Pipes!


The Warrior Poet of Cartao put on some thick leather gloves and ran to a nearby pipe, sloped at an angle. He ran up the pipe, quickly, the noise a bit loud, but screw it. He'd have to be fething fast rather than quiet until he found a window to sneak in.





--Meanwhile, in the capital---



Objective A
Also here: [member="Jack Sparrow"] [member="Ayumi Pallopides"]



Sept looked through his files and mused. Diplomacy. Corruption. A massive amount of investigations, tying together criminal syndicates with bureaus ranging from villainous to merciful. It was a long mess, but still, he was the new guard, and part of a Crusade to make the galaxy a better place meant doing stupid things like this. He smirked. "Happy to work with you as well, Miss Pallopides," he said with a chuckle. "Frankly, it's nice to be doing some good--this world needs it."

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: District 12 rooftops
Objective: C Take control of the crime world on Denon
4/20

[media] https://youtu.be/PKTaO1puZ0w [/media]​

NSFW​

"How we looking, Orange?!" Miss Blonde said with a slight pant of physical exertion.

The three man crew had just jumped over to their next rooftop and everything was still going absolutely bonkers. Air speeders crashed and missiles burst in air raining fire and certain death, but to men and women like the Black Ties this was another day at the office.

"Three thousand meters and closing! But we got another problem!!" Orange replied back as he looked ahead of them.

In about five hundred meters there was a group of gangsters set up on a roof, about a good ten maybe fifteen men shooting down at Republic troopers. They hadn't spotted the three so that was a good thing, it meant that they had a chance of ending them before they were locked out in a firefight. So since going around was a death sentence they had to go through them.

"Get behind me!!" Blonde yelled and reached over her side to prime her rocket.

The sun peaked above through the fog of republic missiles shining down to line everything up. If there was ever a time to be queen this was not one of them, right now it was time to be a karking bad ass.

In a full sprint and power suit augmented jump the woman left up and fired her rocket into the mess of gangsters. With a violent explosion the rocket went off sending blood and body parts from a good five gangsters flying. Others now disoriented would be dealt a equally bad hand.

Landing in a roll to not damage her knees when the woman's back lay on the ground her jump pack activated and she drew her twin pistols. Rocketing flat on her back against the gravel roof she flew down the line like the gunslinger she was firing and hitting her various marks in two different directions. It was worthy of an award in her opinion.

When she reached the end of the line she stood up and and pumped her elbow at the sight of fifteen dead bodies laying across a rooftop.

"HOLY $&@#!! DID YOU SEE THAT?!" Miss Blonde yelled out.

"UH, queen!" She exclaimed as she pointed her pistols down at her groin for a quick pelvic thrust.

But her victory was cut short, coming in a sprint Mister Orange tagged her shoulder and scooted by.

"We're still running!!" He pointed out as he ran past her.

"Oh $&@#!" Quickly turning around the woman jumped up and picked her sprint up once more towards the mega tower.

[member="Marius Severus"], [member="Lev Surrel"] [member="Willam Forlon"], [member="Raymond Mosses"], [member="Nick Sept"], [member="Weiss"], [member="Matthew Rei"] [member="Jed Lonestar"]

 

[Moira Kataline]

Objective C: District 12
Location: Paradise, more like Hell
1/20

Moira sat upon the rooftops of course in hiding, something she had become good at as she had many close calls that she had to fight her way out of, only to notice two comrades being pushed back. It was as they turned, she noticed that a missile launcher that seeked organics was locked on the two and as the rocket was fired upon the two the Padawan dived to their rescue, landing beside them and deflecting the rocket with the palm of her hand and a mere chance of the force working for her. Flipping her lightsaber into the reverse grip hold she would join the two, [member="Miss Blonde"] and Orange.

"You two need to be more careful, rushing around this recklessly will get you two killed, and I am sure the Republic will want to bury as few bodies as possible."

Moira spoke as she then got ahead of them and powered several blaster shots back at the thugs with quick but hard flicks of her lightsaber, and when a man with a vibroblade made himself known, a duel went down that lasted for a brief minute as it ended with him losing his head. While Moira wasn't too strong with the Force, her training with Grey on melee combat made her exceptional as a swordswoman, even revered by her master as the greatest Guardian Padawan she has seen in some time, that if she trained with just the blade she would be able to match Darth Maul's level of lithe swordsmanship.

 

[K'sara]

Objective B: Escort Mission
Location: Denon Docks, Surface
4/20

"General Lunara, we are taking heavy fire from the docks, we can't land and at this rate our mission will be for naught." Ambassador Tazir spoke over the comms as she took evasive action as best as she could.

"On it. X-3, look after the Senator for me." The canopy opened as X-3 whistled what would be equivalent to roger that, and Grey had jumped from the ARC-170.

"General!" Ambassador Tazir cried out over the comms.

"Senator, the General can handle herself. If you knew what made her as much of a powerhouse as she is, you would never let her out of your sight. Let her do her part and we do ours by not dying." White 6, the shiny of the pilots spoke, of course knowing Grey better than anyone, except her monster of a Sith Master that broke the woman Grey used to be. That man being the first and only person she ever had wanted to run from.

In about twenty minutes the bay was clear and X-3 took the lead.

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

Objective: A
Allies: [member="Nick Sept"]
Posts: 3/20

SHe was looking at the people there for a moment until the man spoke. Raising an eyebrow before she spoke and brought up the datapad working to allocate resources as needed. "Yes it is, with some of the things we have been working to get access to helping them will be easier though. The factory ships we can get will allow for things." She was moving over some of it before she looked up towards most of the people. "THank you, we have a factory ships we can send down with a cradle to use for some of the things." She kept walking and looking over some fo the reports coming in. "There is other activity across the planet, we should make sure some of the security personnel are on alert."

 

[Rafeesh]

Objective E
Post: 2/20

Rafeesh took a seat and pulled out a small datapad. He began typing down the key notes of the speech. Always time to learn whether it be new or old information. If nothing else, it helped focus himself. Putting his attention onto matters related to the Force aided him in meditation and it gave him something to think about. He enjoyed it to a degree. It was a simple task that allowed him to concentrate his thoughts to the Force while being productive.

He noted another Jedi in the group taking notes. Perhaps they would be able to share later, make sure that as much as possible was collected. Of course, that would be later. Right now he listened and took in the knowledge of a greater Jedi than he ever thought he would be. [member="Mantic Dorn"] had never become a Sith, had never fallen to the Dark Side, unlike Rafeesh. Thus he was the stronger Jedi and was greater for it.

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Gael bar Ammon"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: District 12 rooftops
Objective: C Take control of the crime world on Denon
5/20

By the time the Jedi had finished their little duel Miss Blonde and her two associates were over a hundred meters away, they didn't bother stopping to play tea time with the padawan and if the Jedi wanted to follow they'd have to cross multiple rooftops and jumps that required packs to achieve. So with their augmented bodies in dead sprints and jumps the group continued towards their objective, it was for the betterment of the planet after all.

"Two thousand meters!!" Mister Orange shouted as they left the Jedi in the dust.

The tower was just in the distance now, they were close and in their grasp. Miss Blonde and her two associates approached a rather large gap between buildings and with one large thrust of their jump packs they cleared the large gap to come across the other side. Things were getting hotter and hotter as they approached the tower, blaster fire increased and bombs seemed to be going off every which way. Even the building across the street from them started to go down in a crumble.

"You sure this is worth it?!" Orange shouted to Miss Blonde.

"Yeah! Just wait! We haven't even gotten to the best part yet! White I don't think that Jedi can follow without a jetpack but if she does take care of her, non lethal! I don't need us making trouble with our new hosts!" Blonde said to her other goon.

[member="Marius Severus"], [member="Lev Surrel"] , &Raymond Mosses, [member="Nick Sept"], [member="Weiss"], [member="Matthew Rei"] [member="Jed Lonestar"] [member="Moira Kataline"]

 

[Weiss]

Location: District 12,
Objective: C
Post: 7/20

The marines advanced squadwise down the street as blasterfire flew forth and back to try and stop them.
the preparations of Supreme commander [member="Willam Forlon"] had made a huge difference though. The auto defence turrets that had been dropped all over the District should prove a non-lethal but still very problematic obstacle for the more organized criminal gangs. As they advanced small parties of scout troopers fetched dazed and stuned criminals right on the street. They were quickly brought off to captivity leaving the gangs with an initial breach in their gangs.

Those that had managed to escape the turrets however put up a gruesome fight.

After having advanced succesfully for a full 20 minutes found themselves at a barricade road. Heavy turrets pinned them down and the entire unit came to an halt.

"Bloody hells... " Weiss cursed as he was forced to dig in with his men.

"Set up the carbines and return fire!" he roared and the 33rd managed.

Sending snipers to the roof tops that would manage these but it would take time. No, they needed to move quicker.

Weiss grabbed the com.

"This is Colonel Weiss of the 33rd Republic Marines. I request tank reinforcement at X 37 - Y 44. We are pinned down and someone need to move some rubbish out of the way..."
[member="Marius Severus"]


[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Moira Kataline"] [member="Nick Sept"] [member="Lev Surrel"] [member="Reen Lorgon"] [member="Marius Severus"] [member="Matthew Rei"]

 

[Reen Lorgon]

Location: District 12
Objective: C
Post: 3/20

After dealing with the gangs below, Reen intercepted [member="Weiss"]'s call for tank support. He patched into the frequency that [member="Weiss"] was using. "Does a flying tank help? Don't answer that, I'm heading back to your location, hang tight." With that, Reen raised the ship above the buildings surrounding it, and headed off towards the Colonel's position.

He arrived minutes later, and he could see why the call for support had been put through. The gangs had not only barricaded the main road, but also setup heavy turrets that were keeping the troops pinned down. However, from what he could tell, they hadn't set up anything that could take care of ships, at least not heavily armed and armoured freighters. "This is Reen Lorgon to the 33rd Republic Marines. I'm gonna target those heavy turrets, so stand clear." Upon finishing his sentence, blaster fire would slam into the ground from his ship, sending pieces of turret flying this way and that.