Jaxton Ravos
Mindwalker of the Outer Rim
Jaxton began to concentrate his focus, and use his battle meditation to affect the workers of Contruum. They would find themselves inspired with new resolve, and fearlessness in battle.
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Workers' Revolution (Republic Takeover of Contruum)
- Thread starter Akio Kahoshi
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- atrisia dominion navy the republic
Darron Wraith
Honor | Duty | Courage
"This is GrandMaster Darron Wraith, I'd like a status report from all Jedi in the area."
Darron stood on the bridge of the Teferi, his arms behind him in parade rest as he watched the vid-screen before him.
Darron stood on the bridge of the Teferi, his arms behind him in parade rest as he watched the vid-screen before him.
Moira Skaldi
Paperclip Maximiser
@[member="Akio Kahoshi"], @anyone in general who's still participating
In the interest of getting the campaign along, we shall be moving forward. Suffice to say that the battle was brutal and ferocious, as Moira could see from her gunship. As usual, she displayed amazing humanity and compassion for the rebels she had thrown into the meat grinder by either looking indifferent or making cynical comments.
The mercenary base was being hammered by Republic bombers and gunships. Missiles streaked through the air streaked through the air and found their targets, impacting upon turrets the mercenaries had set up and enveloping them in fiery blossoms. Undeterred by the intense anti-air fire the bombers swooped down and as the bombing hatches were opened, bombs were dropped down, leaving nothing but fiery death.
From the north what was left of the glorious worker's army charged, led by Thaelmann. The mercenaries found themselves caught between the gunships that brought down terror from above in form of missiles and blaster cannon fire, and the fanatical rebels. Countless rebel soldiers were mowed down as they charged, but the survivors stormed forward over the bodies of their comrades. As the two forces got closer and a brutal melee developed, the rebels gave no quarter, such was the hatred the mercenaries had fostered over the years of oppression.
Moira watched the scene as her pilot manoeuvred the gunship to join the fray, unleashing a hailstorm of missiles. "Message coming in. The rebels have seized the main broadcasting station," the co-pilot reported, frowning. "Reports say the mercenaries got slaughtered when trying to run."
Moira shrugged. "It's a revolution, they tend to be bloody," she said cynically.
A mercenary gunship trying to take off was brought down crashing upon being struck by a Rebel RPG, smashing upon the ground with a loud thud and being engulfed in a fire that spread across the base entrance. "It would be sort of awkward if one day they turned those missile launchers against us, eh?" the pilot asked sarcastically.
They probably will, Moira thought. Once the diehards start seeing the Republic in classist terms or just need a new enemy to fight to keep the revolution going "Yes, that would be terrible for our marketing. If they have the numbers left," she said softly.
"So much for shiny and happy liberation," the pilit muttered to himself but she ignored him, being her usual considerate and sensitive self, directing him instead to land close to the base. The agent swiftly disembarked, followed by a platoon of Republic soldiers. Corpses littered the base, the last stand of the mercenarie was taking place in the barracks. Several rebels fell before the mercenaries were driven out after several missiles ignited the building. Those who were not caught in the flames were shot or stabbed by the rebels. In civil wars such as this one, humanitarian niceties often went out of the window.
"Let them have their vengeance, to the generator," Moira ordered the troopers accompanying her. While this took place Moira and the Republic soldiers pressed forward to the shield generator, shooting any mercenaries that came their way, though most seemed more eager to flee than fight.
No doubt this intrusion was quite fascinating, but we want to move forward. After more fighting they finally reached the power generators. Moira removed the charges of dynamite she had and placed them in the area, with the Republic troopers following suit. Outside they could hear the sounds of battle dying down, the rebels were winning. After checking the explosives, Moira swiftly turned and the troopers took to flight, abandoning the facility.
At a safe distance she looked back at the generator, a small smile curving her lips, then she pressed the deonator. The explosives detonated, a fireball enveloped the generator building as the power generators were fried. Smoke rose up into the sky as the building was wrecked by an inferno.
In the interest of getting the campaign along, we shall be moving forward. Suffice to say that the battle was brutal and ferocious, as Moira could see from her gunship. As usual, she displayed amazing humanity and compassion for the rebels she had thrown into the meat grinder by either looking indifferent or making cynical comments.
The mercenary base was being hammered by Republic bombers and gunships. Missiles streaked through the air streaked through the air and found their targets, impacting upon turrets the mercenaries had set up and enveloping them in fiery blossoms. Undeterred by the intense anti-air fire the bombers swooped down and as the bombing hatches were opened, bombs were dropped down, leaving nothing but fiery death.
From the north what was left of the glorious worker's army charged, led by Thaelmann. The mercenaries found themselves caught between the gunships that brought down terror from above in form of missiles and blaster cannon fire, and the fanatical rebels. Countless rebel soldiers were mowed down as they charged, but the survivors stormed forward over the bodies of their comrades. As the two forces got closer and a brutal melee developed, the rebels gave no quarter, such was the hatred the mercenaries had fostered over the years of oppression.
Moira watched the scene as her pilot manoeuvred the gunship to join the fray, unleashing a hailstorm of missiles. "Message coming in. The rebels have seized the main broadcasting station," the co-pilot reported, frowning. "Reports say the mercenaries got slaughtered when trying to run."
Moira shrugged. "It's a revolution, they tend to be bloody," she said cynically.
A mercenary gunship trying to take off was brought down crashing upon being struck by a Rebel RPG, smashing upon the ground with a loud thud and being engulfed in a fire that spread across the base entrance. "It would be sort of awkward if one day they turned those missile launchers against us, eh?" the pilot asked sarcastically.
They probably will, Moira thought. Once the diehards start seeing the Republic in classist terms or just need a new enemy to fight to keep the revolution going "Yes, that would be terrible for our marketing. If they have the numbers left," she said softly.
"So much for shiny and happy liberation," the pilit muttered to himself but she ignored him, being her usual considerate and sensitive self, directing him instead to land close to the base. The agent swiftly disembarked, followed by a platoon of Republic soldiers. Corpses littered the base, the last stand of the mercenarie was taking place in the barracks. Several rebels fell before the mercenaries were driven out after several missiles ignited the building. Those who were not caught in the flames were shot or stabbed by the rebels. In civil wars such as this one, humanitarian niceties often went out of the window.
"Let them have their vengeance, to the generator," Moira ordered the troopers accompanying her. While this took place Moira and the Republic soldiers pressed forward to the shield generator, shooting any mercenaries that came their way, though most seemed more eager to flee than fight.
No doubt this intrusion was quite fascinating, but we want to move forward. After more fighting they finally reached the power generators. Moira removed the charges of dynamite she had and placed them in the area, with the Republic troopers following suit. Outside they could hear the sounds of battle dying down, the rebels were winning. After checking the explosives, Moira swiftly turned and the troopers took to flight, abandoning the facility.
At a safe distance she looked back at the generator, a small smile curving her lips, then she pressed the deonator. The explosives detonated, a fireball enveloped the generator building as the power generators were fried. Smoke rose up into the sky as the building was wrecked by an inferno.