Writing's on the Wall (Ruusan Rebellion: Sith Triumvirate v. Techno Union)

[Haytham Kaze]

Objective: Destabilize Imperium Forces
Allies: [member="Darth Orcus"]
Enemies: [member="Veris Tagge"]

Heading to the cockpit of the gunship, he quickly read what the sensors and the scanners had to say. The crew seemed horribly surprised at the results of their attack. Though it wasn't the kind of surprise that you got when you walked into your house and you were met with a party. No, it was the kind of surprise that soon led to disappointment. In that brief instant that Haytham was able to read that, it was gone as the professionals continued on work. "Only one AT-AT has been felled, Sir." Vanitas wondered if he was the one being spoken to.

"Aim for their infantrymen." On a second thought, he says, "Logistics?"

"All missile pods and blaster cannons are at one hundred percent, Sir. Only the seismic charges have been used."

Haytham nods his head. "Fire four concussion missiles throughout their ground forces. Slow them." He said. He stood before the small holographic display in the cockpit, but then it lit brightly. The sensors and scanners spat out information about explosions and rockets being fired. Orcus had reinforcements on the way then? Vanitas took it in stride. There was no time to slow down his own strike. "That was an orbital strike on the large walker?" A quick confirmation came from someone on the other side of the cockpit.

Haytham hummed thoughtfully to himself, but he cut it short when he realized he was starting to sound like Orcus. "Bring us around," he said. The immediate response came, they knew he wanted a quick response, and they replied in kind. It was a lumbering gunship but it was far enough away from Orcus's own forces to thankfuly not be targeted by Veris Tagge's forces. "Is the walker's shields down?" No answer came. "Target the unit's around the large walker." It was clear he spoke of the Bahamut. "Bring us in low, I'm not keen on being shot out of the sky." They complied, and if there were trees on the ground, then they were most definitely only a handful of metres above them. Ample height to avoid being targeted by Anti-Air.

Haytham's eyes were set on the Bahamut. Capture seemed unlikely, especially with support forces around it. If Orcus's assault succeeded, then Vanitas could certainly complete it's destruction with a fell swoop.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The Ruusan System

Data obtained by the myriad of probes launched throughout the system began to trickle back into the Ruination's servers, and quickly they began to paint a picture of the battles that were tearing the system apart. However; despite the location of [member="Darth Adekos"] being discerned by several probes, Vornskr found himself drawn to the raging battle taking place at Fort Nowhere. The cetacean [member="Darth Orcus"] was fighting against members of the declining Techno Union and Imperials whom Vornskr was unfamiliar with, and despite the reservations he had against the Herglic he found that perhaps it would be better to relieve the Sith Lord than let him fend for himself.

"Scramble the bombers. Saturate enemy formations at their leisure, but make sure they bring down those walkers. Deploy a fighter escort as well for the runs, and prepare for a ground assault."

The engines of the Star Destroyers surged with power as the gargantuan warships trudged through the blackness of space, making a simple bee-line for Ruusan from an approach vector that allowed them to stay away from the main space scuffle being conducted by [member="Catalys Maijora"] and [member="Joran Greth"]. Once the fleet was within range the various destroyers would unleash several squadrons of Galaxy-class bombers escorted by TIE/s Sentinels, the fighters streaming from ventral and side hangerbays to pour down into the atmosphere. It would only be a matter time before they came in range of enemy anti-air flak, and while there would be fighters and bombers lost to the surface attacks there would be many more who would break through to deliver their horrific payload on [member="Veris Tagge"]'s forces. Meanwhile hundreds of Blackblade soldiers and accompanying vehicles and battle droids would be loaded onto Subjugator-class assault ships in preparation for a planetary assault.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Location: Olmondo
Enemies: Cultists

Any unspoken clue pertaining to pegging was lost on the Sithling. He was far more concerned with wrapping up this operation and getting back into his office. No, he did not like chit on his boots. People who did were arguably disturbing individuals. But some things just required a more personal touch. This was one of those things. Sure, he could have left this solely in the hands of mercenaries, but there was always the chance they could botch it. Darth Adekos did not like chances; he liked calculated, predictable results.

When she asked how well he could fight, he thought of a lot of battles. Very few of them had happy endings. "Perfectly well, thank you." Fortunately, Umbarans were simply marvelous liars. "I wouldn't be here if-"

An explosion erupted nearby. Closer than anyone would have liked it to be and soon enough there were about two dozen screaming cultists trampling around a corner searching for cover. Cover. Not infiltrators. Which would explain why the majority of them were armed with outdated looking blasters and ritual swords, daggers, and the like. This would not be an easy fight, but rather an irritating slaughter that was just going to take up precious time.

[member="Aver Brand"] immediately fell upon the cultists, alternating between shooting and bludgeoning. It would have been a beautiful sight if Adekos were given to describing wanton slaughter as beautiful. The way she swung that baton around reminded him of someone else, but the way she shot one of those gibbering lunatics in the throat dispelled that memory rather quickly. Really, Adekos wasn't entirely convinced this band wouldn't have just run past them if they stood perfectly still, but he supposed this was convenient enough.

While the Equalizer was massacring the confused lot, Darth Adekos took a more tactical approach. He circled around them silently, blinking back into sight as the Force Cloak fell off of him. His lightsaber was already activated, but the noise of it had been lost in the fighting. He caught three of the ones with ranged weapons off guard, his blade scarring them across their backs, legs, and arms but only lightly. Shiim. Adekos needed them alive. The lot of them were on the ground, writhing in agony, before they even knew what happened. The remainder pointed their weapons this way and that but found them to be jammed, courtesy of Adekos.

 

[Adi]

Allies: [member=[COLOR=rgb(235,235,235)]Sinistra] [Member=Eralam][/COLOR]
Enemies: Whoever tickles my fancy
Objective: The Valley

https://youtu.be/W9chF9gYZqI

Ok, he was here....now then, where was that damn roboninja? The call had come, and of course Adi would answer it...but the directions were lacking. Eralam was never one to give solid directions. Hell, he could barely navigate out of the toilet without his internal GPS, let alone give directions to a distant battlefield. Basically, the message was 'Bad guys abound. Come get some target practice! Hugs and Kisses, Eralam.'

Yeah, messages like that never ended well. Usually, it was like 'Here, hold my beer. Ima do this!" followed by a lot of 'Ouch!!' and 'Dammit, why did you stick a lightsaber =there=?' Matango didn't know heads from tails, but he heard the call, and came to the aid of the ones who called, no matter how bad the idea was. These 'One Sith' bastards were infiltrating every corner, nook, cranny, and dark alleyway everywhere the Arkanian went...and now, they were hitting Ruusan?

Not on -his- watch.

Checking locator beacons, Adi saw that Eralam was about 500 yards ahead...but there was a lot of ground to cover through a lot of enemy troops before he could link up with the cyber wonder bot. He needed to know what to do next, though, so that is where he would go. Should an unfortunate soul get in Adieumus' way, that individual would regret it for the rest of their very short life. He was not armed heavily....a lightsaber, and a couple of various small devices on his belt, to deal with armored and electronically enhanced foes. Anyone who knew him knew that Matango rarely went anywhere without them. In the hands of someone trained as well as he was though? They were as good as a shovel to dig a grave for the one that thought him an easy target.

Starting into a light jog, Adieumus began to make his way toward Eralam.

 

[Gulliver Foyle]

Location: Ft Nowhere
Allies: Imperium
Enemy: [member="Darth Orcus"]

If the Imperium forces had used a different medium for their screen, the blast of energy might have been more successful.

White phosphorous, for instance, produces a white hot burning cloud of nearly impenetrable smoke. In its gaseous form, it's lighter than air, and also extremely hot. A blast like that might have cleared a significant portion of the screen away, if one doesn't mind it being replaced by the smoke from raging wildfires. The stuff is nearly impossible to extinguish, and in all likelyhood, a rush of wind would have enticed it to burn hotter. The smoke would clear, but only momentarily.

One could also flash vaporize copious amounts of glycerin, which would throw out an extremely dense and relatively cool cloud that was nearly impossible to see through. However, the stuff tends to disperse quickly, and it took a lot to saturate a relatively small area.

Burning synthetics such as oil or rubber produced thick clouds of noxious smoke, but it too was easily disturbed.

Carbonite, on the other hand, was about as lazy a medium as one could find. It was dense, and would settle down into low nooks and crannies. It was heavy, making it difficult to disperse. And it wouldn't readily mix with the surrounding atmosphere, meaning it would linger for days. It was like an in-law coming for a visit. The energy it would have taken to disperse the entire mass, spread out over many, many square kilometers, would have been an ask for a nuke.

There was a reason they liked the stuff, and this wasn't the first time they'd seen someone try to clear it in this manner.

So naturally, when a three hundred meter hole opened up in the clouds, it was noticed from the overhead.

"SIR!" shouted a tech, pointing at her screen. "What should we do?"

"I don't know," Gulliver replied impatiently, "Karking shoot it, I guess."

The howitzers, already loaded and ready to go, tracked towards the center of the hole and, as one, opened fire, 32 HE shells with VT fuzes. Some would explode on impact, others, a meter or so above the ground. If there was something in between them and the ground, well, they'd either punch through and keep going til they hit that meter or, if that wasn't an option, explode in place.

Meanwhile, the sappers were having a bit of target practice of their own.

A few of their number fell, to be sure, but since most were still obscured by the dense fog, it wasn't hard to pick targets.

Rockets flew. Thermal detonators were hurled. Wherever the sound of heavy turrets could be heard, there was plenty of boom to be found as well. It was a losing proposition in the long run, but the longer the sappers could keep the vehicles tied up, and the more they could take out, the better the chances of success.

Meanwhile, the mortars, which had yet to be fired, opened up on the Fort.

The premise behind the barrage was simple: A continuous rain of mortar fire would rain down on the target while the troops on foot advanced. It would only let up right as the soldiers arrived. The timing would be tight, and it was almost a certainty that some would fall to friendly fire. But it was better to lose a few troops that way than to give the enemy even a moment's respite.

The mortars were firing standard HE rounds, again with VT fuzes. Much like their howitzer brethren, some would detonate on impact, others a meter or sometimes two off the ground.

The battle had truly begun in earnest.

 

[Darth Rixas]

Location: Valley of the Jedi
Objective: Eliminate the Opposition
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Catalys Maijora"], [member="Seren Ordavo"]
Enemies: [member="Eralam"]

He heard the bang in the midst of the Shard's drift, and Oron moved as best he could, unable to see the angle of the barrel inside a swirl of kicked up dust. Unable to predict the threat soon enough, his window of evasion was small, whereas he could only dive to the side, and quickly roll his body away reliant on the attack being another head-shot, but alas it was not. The slug threatened to slam into the center of Oron's torso, but the altered angle of his body changed the trajectory to the side of his abdomen. Although the mandalorian steel combined with the armor's thermal gel allowed for a glancing blow, the blunt force behind the impact sent tremors throughout his body, racking him with pain. Rising to his feet, his left hand instinctively lifted to the sore, bruising area as his grimaced face relayed a refocused mind by the young Mando.

Lowering his hand he retrieved his heavy pistol and blasted the weapon at the Shard's torso as he dealt with the caltrops to convert the blasts into energy, although it took a minimal amount of time to perform.

Oron pulled his machine pistol into his right hand afterwards and launched himself upward, missing the groin-threatening blast by the Shard.

Disadvantages of organic anatomy.

Using his upward momentum he somersaulted over the Iron Knight, the space between them stretching up to five feet. Extending his right hand, Oron delivered two bursts from his semi-automatic gun downward on the Shard. The weapon housed BANG Slugs which offered more explosive potency than the caltrops, each slug reacting to sudden contact with concentrated detonation that could easily burst through exceptionally durable materials.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: Found my girl in Olmondo
Allies: Do the kids count?
Enemies: Bears... They are enemies to all
Objective: Save the operative

BB opted for speed rather then stealth and made it to the prison having only been shot at a few dozen times. At the gate his fake credentials had worked perfectly and he thanked Lass by giving her love tap while still in his shoulder bag. With the battle being in full swing few if any guards were left on duty and once inside BB found a quite spot to re-slice LASS into the security grid.

"Got her, and a way out." Lass said relaying the root to and from the detention section on a building floor plan she had also just acquired.

BB unhooked her and proceeded with all due speed to his charges cell. There was only one guard manning the station and BB was able to quickly choke him out using an old trick Cague had taught him.

​"Aren't you a little short to be a security officer," the prisoner said as BB walked over to the cell to free her.

"What, oh the helmet," BB said taking it off. "My name is Bryce Bantam, [member="jorus merrill"] sent me, I'm here to rescue you."

 

[Eralam]

Objective: The Valley
Location: Wait...
Allies: Razie-poo | Sinnabun | [member="Adi"]
Enemy: [member="Oron Verd"]

The Shard's arm was three feet long, his blade an additional four feet long.

He stuck his left arm straight up, hoping the young warrior's trajectory would carry him straight onto the blade. It was a forlorn hope, an attempt to menace his foe and keep him off guard, but hey, sometimes he got lucky.

Naturally, the Shard was still sliding at this point, and unless he did something, he would continue to slide for quite some time. Fortunately, his opponent was kind enough to lob more explosives at him.

The bullets struck his chest plate with a resounding CLANG, the crystalline tone nearly drowning out the sounds of the blasts. Which was fair, because they were a lot more muted than they had any right to be. Once again, the Shard had used his prodigious talent with Absorb. The thick plate was dented slightly, and the paint was scorched off around the impact, but it wasn't even the worst scar damage. That honor went to what looked like a large weld line that traveled from right shoulder to left hip- a remnant of a lightsaber strike that he hadn't quite been quick enough to dodge entirely.

Scars like that were a lesson.

Instead of redirecting the energy towards his opponent, Eralam used it to pop himself up, almost as though he had a spring under his back. A giant, cartoon spring of the sort Wile E. Coyote might use against the Road Runner. Bloody hell I need to lay off the drink.

Ahem.

The end result was that he popped up to his feet, and pivoted on the balls of his feet to face his opponent, loosing another shot along the way. The point of aim was generally midsection (the Iron Knight has trouble aiming when his writer is seeing double). With three shots gone, there were two left in the weapon, and it was unlikely he'd get a chance to go through the lengthy reloading process.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Olmondo, Prison.
Allies: Non.
Enemies: Maniacal cultists and one [member="Bryce Bantam"]
Objective: Assault the prison.

Three dropships were flying in the direction of the prison.

Two of which were filled to the brink with ordinance and piloted by droid-brains, the third one filled with three grumpy squad members, Bishop himself and the pilot of the ship.

It was a fairly simple plan. They weren’t interested in salvaging much of the city, the basic infrastructure was enough - they could clean that up, repair it and start reusing it again, but the rest was fair game. One of the choke points in Olmondo City was the prison of the cultists. That was the place where they did their twisted experiments, converted prisoners into new members through torture and chemical manipulation and were they kept the dissidents. The Sith Triumvirate did not, as a rule, care about these people, but they did care about the threat-level of the prison.

"ETA?" Thorne asked.

"Four minutes for us, two for the suicide birds." Jita shouted over the rotating blades of their gunship.

"Right. Plan is simple, the birds will soften up their defenses, hopefully give us a breach to work with. We go in hard and eliminate everyone in sight. Questions?"

Thaddeus frowned. "Civilians?"

Thorne shrugged. "Rather not, but we don’t have the luxury to pick and choose in cramped hallways."

"Roger that."

"Thirty seconds, Bishop." Jita called out again.

"Acknowledged."

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: Bugging out of Olmondo prision
Allies: Some where between 0 and 0
Enemies: [member="Luca Thorne"] <- he is worse than Bears...
Objective: Get to the abandoned reserve base

BB and his rescuee were now heading toward the exit of the prison. She had changed into the uniform of the guard BB had subdued to make escape easier and it had been working till this point. All that change when they reached front gate area. Where BB's borrowed speeder had been was now nothing more than rubble from the shattered barrier wall. He couldn't be sure what had caused the damage but whatever it was had exploded sending chunks of the wrecks about the court yard.

Well that's not good...." BB began to say as his words trailed off at the sight of a fast moving gunship approached the breach.

"I take it they are not friends of yours," his charge said.

"No, I don't have any..." BB replied.

 

[Aver Brand]

Location: Olmondo
Allies: [member="Darth Adekos"] | The BFFs ([member="Loray Tares"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"])
Enemies: Cultists! Tanks! Excessive exclamation points!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o0aoh363PI4​

Even as she descended upon the motley crew in all her bloody glory, Aver had the distinct impression that the lanky man behind her didn’t fully appreciate the sight. Few ever got to see the whole display and live to tell the tale. These days it was doubly true, for her loyalties extended only to the next paycheck.

She found the arrangement much more to her liking than the previous one. While the position had lacked any legal, contractual bindings, the implied sanctions upon one’s defection were still just as severe. The firrerreo, who above all disliked being chained to anything not of her own making, had grown rather dissatisfied with the working relationship over the years until finally, she simply left.

So long, suckers.

Her baton caved in another cultist skull, and it cracked open like an overly ripe fruit. Its juices splattered all over the dull gleam of her armor, and if she weren’t too busy blocking the vicious strikes of his brother, Aver might’ve cared for the stains.

What might’ve looked like unadulterated brutality to the uninitiated was in truth an extremely coordinated array of limbs and head doing their damnedest to dispatch an absurd number of enemies in the same amount of time it took to recite their chant.

It was a very short chant, the last of them realized before Aver snapped his neck, letting his body crumble onto the pile fanning around her in a circle of corpses.

As she lifted her gaze from his frozen expression, the reason for their mass flight became immediately apparent.

There, on the far end of the square, was some sort of hangar-like structure, whose once massive doors now stood scorched and twisted, the metal still red-hot at the edges. Beyond the hole gaping in the gates, the distinct shape of a muzzlehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/16196-lykos-class-main-battle-tank/ peeked out of the darkness. A single ominous eye, churning with contained power that would reduce them both to dust.

And it was trained exactly on them.

“Tell me you're better with barriers than you are with a blade, Adekos.”

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Olmondo, Prison.
Allies: Non.
Enemies: Maniacal cultists and one [member="Bryce Bantam"]
Objective: Assault the prison.

Luca had expected a boom, when the two auto-piloted dropships crashed into the prison, but what he got… well, it was more like a:

BOOM.

He blinked as he saw the firestorm, the walls breaking down and several holes being punched into the material. The cultists falling to the ground, some broken, burning or worse, Luca licked his lips and then looked at Jita. Who was carefully studying her nails.

"What?"

The demolition expert looked up and finally asked. She had downplayed the effects of the explosion when they had talked about it, dangerous business, but it turned out well enough right now.

"Nice boom." Luca replied dryly, before locking his rifle to his back and grabbing his helmet.

"Thad, how we looking?"

Thorne was ignoring the glow radiating from Jita, instead observing the huge anti-matter rifle in Thaddeus’ hands. He was their designated sniper, and right now the dropship was rocketing against the smaller booms produced by the rifle as their armament exploded against the walls of the jail.

"Good to go, boss. Their anti-air batteries are frecked and the entrance has collapsed, only way they will retreat is by… well, maybe climb down those walls, but only a lunatic would try that."

"So, once the pressure is up those insane cultists are gonna try to climb down, good to know."

"Ten seconds ‘til the dropzone, Bishop." The pilot shouted over his shoulder.

"Noted. Suit up."

 

[Caulder Dune]

Location: Olmondo
Enemies: Cultist Pals, Tank

Ultimately Adekos decided that it just wasn't fair that his existence should be this difficult. He supposed it was his own fault. Maybe if he hadn't signed up for the task of trying to set the galaxy straight whether it liked it or not, he wouldn't have to deal with such tiresome situations. After a few short minutes the cultists they encountered were either dead, dying, or had just run past them. [member="Aver Brand"] did most of the work as far as anyone could be concerned. That was what he was paying her to do, anyway.

As far as Darth Adekos could tell they were just fleeing from Imperial artillery fire. Apparently it was actually much worse. Before he could handle the wounded cultists, there was a low rumbling sound as an armored tank hovered out from a partially destroyed hangar. Durasteel doors snapped aside as it exited, main weapon warming up and angled towards the duo. A tank. Why was there a tank? These were cultists. Their weapons were sticks and stones; fear and surprise and fanatical devotion to Andeddu. Who gave them a tank?

Normally he would say that was a question for another time. But he sincerely doubted there would ever be an answer.

"Barriers are for Jedi. I prefer more subtle defenses." The Umbaran replied, just before vanishing from sight again. He sure did love doing that. More than 'protective barriers,' anyway. She could probably hear his footfalls as he skittered away from the assorted cultist cadavers, just before the tank opened fire. The corpses and wounded were reduced to unrecognizable ash. Meanwhile, Adekos was either fleeing for his life or circling around to get closer to the tank and deal with it.

It was anyone's guess.

 

[Aver Brand]

Location: Olmondo
Allies: [member="Darth Adekos"] | The BFFs ([member="Loray Tares"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"])
Enemies: Cultists! Tank!

It had been too much to expect that Adekos would be of any help, of course. The useless capitalist turned tail and fled into invisibility at the first sound of anything remotely dangerous. Should’ve known.

With an exasperated sigh, the woman dug her boots into the ferroconcrete of the street and dashed forward with a speed that concealed her true location just as effectively as the Sith Lord’s cloaking. Unlike him, there was no doubt about where Aver was heading; the merc made a beeline for the hovering tank just as it fired, sprinting on the wings of the Force and cybernetics.

She passed just below the shot that incinerated the cooling cadavers of the cultists – nice and hygienic, sweet – and vaulted onto the top of the vehicle before the point-defense cannons could get a bead on her.

If the crew hadn’t noticed her proximity before, they sure as hell knew she was there now. A loud slam shook the hovercraft as a beast just shy of three hundred pounds landed soundly on the hatch barring her entrance.

“Knock knock, karkers,” she drawled as she kicked at the mechanism, denting it more and more with each successful hit.

And once she made it in… fish in a barrel. Aver Brand grinned, unclipping a grenade in preparation as the hatch began to give in under her battering.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Location: Olmondo
Enemies: Cultist Pals, Tank

Surprise. He went for the tank.

"Oh. Hello again." Said Adekos, who abruptly appeared next to the tank just as [member="Aver Brand"] vaulted onto it like a particular suicidal athlete. Comfortably out of range of the point defenses, though the occupants didn't know to look for him anyway. Even if they did, they were desperately trying to swivel the guns around to point at Aver, but to no avail. If people didn't know him better, they might have thought he was teleporting around. In reality he was just a very fast walker who could shield himself from sight at will. But at the end of the day that might as well have been the same thing. Unlike his enthusiastic (possibly over enthusiastic) companion, the Umbaran lingered on the side of the tank and simply watched as Brand pounded the access hatch... With her fists.

It would have been endearing if it weren't so scary.

Being attuned to strong emotions like he was, Darth Adekos could detect the sheer terror rolling off the occupants. He could not imagine what they were thinking. Probably offering up prayers to the Great Andeddu in the Sky for all anyone knew. The tank started to rotate a little. But alas, it was a tank, and so it only did so slowly and without enough force to shake off Aver. This was an amusing display to put it lightly, but the more time they spent on amusing displays, the more time cultists had time to martial reinforcements and the less time was being spent on more productive activities. Like filing his tax returns on Lianna or ransacking the cultural artifacts of primitive cultures to sell on the black market for exorbitant prices.

"Okay, really, that's enough." He finally said, maybe after the fifth smack she gave it. Adekos' voice was probably lost in the ruckus anyway. With a wave of his hand the hatch began to hiss as the lock was disengaged, opening up just as if the driver himself had willingly done so. "We simply don't have time for this."

 

[Aver Brand]

Location: Olmondo
Allies: [member="Darth Adekos"] | The BFFs ([member="Loray Tares"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"]) | Tank!
Enemies: Moar cultists!

“And you couldn’t have done that earlier?” Aver deadpanned as she released her hold on the grenade in her grasp, slamming the hatch closed once again. Just as she jumped off, the tank made a noise that could be likened to Rancor indigestion. It shook slightly, and then faint plumes of smoke started wafting through the cracks around the entrance.

There was no terror to detect anymore. Mostly because there were no occupants either. (Strictly scientifically speaking, they were still there, only reduced to bits that looked suspiciously like atoms and didn’t wholly remember being fanatical cultists at the end of their rope. They didn’t remember anything at all, to be perfectly precise.)

“That’s enough,” she corrected the man as she made for the depot with a brisk pace, intent on commandeering one of the tanks for herself. “Now we can make quick work of their main base...palace...HQ….Their whatever, and go assist our associates at Fort Nowhere.”

This time, the hatch was already conveniently open.

“Ladies first.”

 

[Darth Rixas]

Location: Valley of the Jedi
Objective: Eliminate the Opposition
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Catalys Maijora"], [member="Seren Ordavo"]
Enemies: [member="Eralam"]


The sudden uprising of a pale blade instinctively forced Oron to snap his head away, out of the path of the weapon. Such a moment was one of the very few, during which he was thankful for the extra neck-room he'd normally be without because of the presence of his buy'ce. Although he managed to save his head from being split by the blade, it made contact with his shoulder, sliding across his collarbone- leaving a burn as it tore through the layering of his B-Grade armor. Ballistics and blasters were handled exceptionally better than lightsabers by Eukgar'gam. The angle was the only saving grace, otherwise severance could very well be the result of the impromptu attack made by the Shard.

Landing with a short slide, Oron ignored the pain of his swelling injury as he watched the Iron Knight through a squinted vision, watching as the Shard accepted the brunt of the Bang rounds. What should have ripped his durasteel frame apart left mere finger-waves.

Explosives aren't going to work here. Not with the amount I have in my harness.

A grim realization he should have met after the caltrops tickled the Shard's legs earlier. Outside of his pistols the rest of his loadout was reliant of close-quarters combat, consisting of mostly blades along with his crushgaunts, something he was sure could tear one of the Shard's limbs asunder, but he was quick and constantly remained mobile- unwilling to fence.

His squint remained as he witnessed the Shard animatedly pop to his feet, as if he were being puppeteered, and let off a shot- something Oron anticipated from the gunslinger. A quick burst to his left saw Oron safely remove himself from the bullet's trajectory as he returned fire from his heavy pistol, pulling the trigger twice, aiming at his foe's torso.

Afterwards, he holstered the machine pistol in his right hand and focused on the Shard's pistol hand, quickly enveloping it with the Force before immediately attempting to Combust it. Oron was not yet a master of the ability, but he was very familiar with it's use. His original intentions were to explode the entire arm, but logic overtook the notion. Size was a major factor in both the difficulty of the ability's use as well as the speed of execution. Based on the durability and density of the Iron Knight's makeup, he'd hoped to see a small explosion as he lowered his commanding hand. The attack was more a force of will, rather than outright- tangible energy, but in fights as unusual as these, there were no guarantees. At this point Oron was vetting the potential of his unmistakeblly talented aggressor, searching for prowess that stemmed from places other than tutaminis.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: Rolling up his sleeves at Olmondo prision
Allies: What are those?
Enemies: [member="Luca Thorne"] <- He brings the BOOM!
Objective: Get to the abandoned reserve base

"Plan B, plan B," Bryce said as he grabbed the freed operative by the wrist and ran from the impending hell-storm. BB had rightly deduced this new attack would be bad for his survival chances and so any distance he could put between them and him would be a wise tactical move. Heading to the rear of the building they stumbled upon a dimly lit repair garage and the contents within.

"Krak, speeders, speeders, everywhere and not one of them will work..." BB shouted frustrated after testing them all out.

"Well then guess we had better fix that." The operative said as she threw BB a hydrospanner.

Hooking lass into a seemingly whole police gunship, the two went to work while Lass relayed to them what she found from the crafts on-board computer. They both knew they had to work fast as the explosions outside began to grow louder, no telling how much time they had left with the enemy literally at the gate.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Location: Olmondo
Enemies: Cultist Pals

"You looked busy." Adekos said, justifying his lack of instantaneous response. "Besides, I know better than to interrupt a lady when she's in the throes of passion."

[member="Aver Brand"] chucked a grenade down the open hatch, slamming it shut again. Adekos could hear muted shouts pleading for Darth Andeddu for protection. Andeddu's ghost must have been preoccupied elsewhere, as no intervention came. There was a soft thoom as the thermal detonator went off underneath several inches of durasteel plate. The shouts went silent, indicating the cultists had succumbed to a toasty fate. It was really not something Adekos wanted at the forefront of his mind when Brand gesticulated towards an unoccupied tank still in the hangar.

Clearly if he wanted the stealthy approach he should have hired literally anyone else. The Umbaran followed her over to the tank, which had a hatch that was conveniently open. These cultists should have been mobilized in these tanks. Why had there only been enough to operate one? Perhaps the ones that had just expired were the only ones who actually knew how to operate the blighted thing. Adekos surely didn't.

“Ladies first.” Brand said, or rather Adekos thought she requested. She stopped just short of the tank and made no move to get in.

The insult was lost on Darth Adekos, whose mirrored visor stared with agitation at the stationary Equalizer. "Are you going to get in the tank or not?"

 

[Joran Greth]

Allies: [member="Raziel"] [member="Sinistra"] [member="Gulliver Foyle"] The TU forces The Imperium forces
Enemies: [member="Catalys Maijora"] SIthy peeps
Objective:Fleeting

The Formations split into three smaller groups and began to move off away from each other. At the head of the central spur was formation A consisting of the Victory X Destroyer escorted by the Kantos Frigates. This main group moved forward towards the massive cloud of Carbonite partially blocking their arc from the Sith. The smaller formation B, consisting of the four Ardent X fast frigates, sped off to the port nearing the border of protecting carbonate cloud rapidly. The third formation C, was made up of the vigil Mk IV corvettes, which now sped off in the opposite direction from the Ardents.

"Captain Load Cluster Warheads and open a hole in that cloud" said Joren looking out the screen at the thick barrier. It had been a ploy to buy him time to evaluate and to let the feet begin its flanking maneuvering action. The heavier ships would move in and take on the fleet head to head while the faster ships moved around in a hook maneuvers and engage from the flanks Missiles fired from the launchers sending out cluster armed warheads exploding and shattering the ice and carbonite around them as a flurry of clustered projectiles exploded outwards. Greth looked at the Chrono on the wall counting down to the next scheduled maneuver tick. the flanking forces should be at flanking speed now and about to move out from behind the cloud and its limited protection. The main group would be through the cloud the tick after that and moving at flank speed to close range depending on their Molecular shielding and speed to close with limited damage. At least that was the plan, but plans always went sideways in space. The flanking formations did not have the shielding of the main body and would depend on their speed to keep them ahead of the main field of fire. That too was just the idea. Greth knew once the ships cleared the edge of the cloud they would come under fire. He only hopes they had more momentum that the gunners of the enemy fleet realized long enough for him and the man body to draw their fire.

"Sir, B and C have reached the cloud edge ahead of tic and moving out." said an officer from Greths left. HE just concentrated on the cloud in before him and the slowly dissolving hole in it where his force would soon be moving through. The flanking formations were on their own and had their orders. They would meet him at the fleet or not, either way, his force would close and take the massive ship on.


Formations

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C---A---B​

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Enemy​

Summery of actions

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Formation A is moving into position to move through cloud to move on enemy
Formation B moving out from behind cloud very rapidly
Formation C moving out from behind cloud Very rapidly

Fleet

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Victory X-class
Hull - 100%
Shielding - 89%
Weapons - 100%
Ardent X-class

Hull - 100%
Shielding - 100%
Weapons - 100%

Ardent X-class

Hull - 100%
Shielding - 80%
Weapons - 100%

Ardent X-class

Hull - 100%
Shielding - 100%
Weapons - 100%

Ardent X-class

Hull - 100%
Shielding - 100%
Weapons - 100%

Kantos-class

Hull - 100%
Shielding - 100%
Weapons - 100%

Kantos-class

Hull - 100%
Shielding - 76%
Weapons - 100%

Kantos-class

Hull - 100%
Shielding - 100%
Weapons - 100%

Kantos-class

Hull - 100%
Shielding - 100%
Weapons - 100%

Vigil Mk IV-class

Hull - 100%
Shielding - 100%
Weapons - 100%

Vigil Mk IV-class

Hull - 100%
Shielding - 100%
Weapons - 100%

Vigil Mk IV-class

Hull - 100%
Shielding - 100%
Weapons - 100%

Vigil Mk IV-class

Hull - 100%
Shielding - 100%
Weapons - 100%

Intersector War Sloop

Hull - 100%
Shielding - 42%
Weapons - 100%

Intersector War Sloop

Hull - 100%
Shielding - 100%
Weapons - 100%

Intersector War Sloop

Hull - 100%
Shielding - 100%
Weapons - 100%

Intersector War Sloop

Hull - 100%
Shielding - 100%
Weapons - 100%

Intersector War Sloop

Hull - 100%
Shielding - 79%
Weapons - 100%