Yes I love to play games. I am an awesome Mapper and love RTS games! But i do like to play a shooter once in a while.. I love playing mods and if u ever see my name on any games its probably me!
*Branden realized he had said the wrong thing the moment it left his mouth.
"I meant no offense admiral, you say you want Military authority? You shall be Supreme Commander, you want indepence? Done. You put me on the throne, the entire military will at your commander, Supreme Commander..." Branden replied, emphasising the Supreme Commander part.
"What is our first move then? We have the Strike Group and your fleet under our command and the galaxy still does not know of the Emperors death." Branden explained.
"What shall we do?" Branden asked.*
*More satchel charges are brought forward and finally the armored doors are brought down. Branden himself is the first one to enter the room, taking in the carnage.
"What the hell happened here?" Branden asked.
All the moffs were dead, and the Emperors body was missing its head.
Branden towered over the Emperors body, and upon seeing the moffs all dead, and Branden personally leading the assault on the Palace, someone shouted "Emperor!" It was silent for like half a milisecond before the entire room became deafened by the loud cheering of the men behind him.
Branden stripped the Emperor of his cloak, and rings, and placed them upon himself.
"We must act quickly, to secure our hold. Who ever we have as crew left, return to the Reaper and make for Bilbringi. Stay here and guard the place, let no one out or in. I shall return." Branden exclaimed.
He gathered a handful of men and boarded a craft, comms still being jammed. Nothing else left the surface. The craft headed for the Executor in orbit and entered his hangar bay. Branden left the emperors gear behind and simply wore his armor.
He was greeted by a Captain who asked him why he was here.
"Admiral Branden Magister, I am here to see Grand Admiral Pao." Branden exclaimed.
"Certainly sir! My apologies, i did not recognize your armor. Right this way." The captain said coming to immediate attention and leading Branden to the bridge where Admiral Pao was waiting for him.
"Come Admiral Magister, let us speak in Private." Pao said, leading Branden into his private chambers.
After the door closed, Pao spoke.
"The Emperor is dead."
"And the Moffs?" Pao asked, excited.
"Dead." Branden exclaimed breathing a sigh of relief.
"So I come here to bargain with you. We each hold a fleet, yours much mightier then mine. What would it take to gain your loyalty?" Branden asked.*
*Rebel forces mop up the remaining loyalist forces, eliminating the Royal guards completely but bringing the wounded storm troopers and other auxillary forces back outside for treatment, disarmed of course.
Branden had survived and rather unscathed, his men were in far worse shape however.
"Spread out and search the palace, mop up any resistance. The rest of you come with me and grab the satchel charges. If the plan went accordingly, the Emperor should be sealed in his throne room." Branden ordered.
The men nodded and many took off in other directions mopping any resistance that was left while the others followed Branden to the Throne room doors. They placed the charges all around the edge of the doors planning to blow them out.
They backed away far and enough detonated the charges.*
*On the left side, Rebel forces pour into the room, taking aim at the advancing and unprotected loyalists pouring out of the right side. They fire plex rockets and pour massive amounts of blaster fire on them, tearing them to shreds.
In the Center the men also enter the room and gun down any surviving loyalist, the Rebels taking up firing lines and placing their shots carefully.
One of the moffs grows impatient and charges forward the Emperor and goes straight at him, and as soon as he breaks the shield, (Remembers where the shots struck) he opens fire.*
*The royal guards even though they cause casualties, the amount of rebels they face is daunting and eventually the remaining royal guards are gunned down and the Rebels swarm over the remaining defenders in the halls. They finally break into the last set of shields and engage the remaining defenders, gunning them down through sheer numbers and the amount of firepower.
On the left hallway, things had gotten just as far, but with fewer royal guards they didnt suffer the massive push the center did. They manage to get into the last ring of shields as well and hold their positions, gunning down any men coming towards them.
On the right, things had gotten no where and the advance had been completely halted and mostly abandoned and most men fell back around the corner and back from the hall way.
The moff nodded.
"You wish to die, step out from your shields. Unless you wish to continue to hide." The Moff exclaimed.*
*As the guards rush foward they are immedietely torn to bits by the continuing volley of blaster fire, grenades, and rockets. More and more flashbangs and grenades are tossed behind the defensive line, some even penetrating the shields.
Branden draws his pistol and guns down defenders as they advance on the shield wall, holding his shield steady.
The Moffs laughed aloud, howled even.
"You think we honestly care if you live or die? This Empire is on the brink of destruction, its people just need a little push to get them going. Even news of your death will cause this Empire to fracture. But run, run like the coward that you are, I will be sure to spread the word of your glorious devotion to the Empire. One which you ran from instead of facing the problem head on." The moff scoffed at the Emperor.
On board the fleet in orbit, it was nearing the timelimit for plan A, and they were preparing to switch to plan b.*
*Realizing that they needed to keep moving, branden orders a few of his men to pick up the shields the other enforcers dropped. Hiding behind a wall of crouched men, Branden and the others pick up their shields forming a single solid line. Once this is completed, the men in front drop to prone and the shield wall holds. Behind the wall more and more plex rockets are fired at the shields causing it stutter and falter. Shots get through with each little hole that opens up wounding or killing a defender behind them.
The moffs take cover together on the left side of the room after unleashing the volley.
"Surrender! It is over! We have thousands of men approaching, and many more willing to end your terrible reign of death and failure!" One of the surviving moffs yelled.*
*As the grenades go off, the rebels surge forward. They overwhelm the 1st group of defenders and begin to engage the second line of defenders. They once again move forwards, getting close enough to penetrate shields and then toss grenades like they did before.
Branden is smashed by the shield that he attempted to grab hold off, but his armor takes the blow. As the grenades go off he feels the shockwave of their explosion and as he recovers he smashes the man in the face with the butt of his rifle, knocking him unconcious. Branden drops to the ground as to avoid any further blaster fire.
The moffs waste no time, as soon as the last royal guard drops they open fire on the Emperor. They fire shot after shot after shot at him.*
*As the Rebels manage to get inside the shields they toss their own detonators into the fray, landing behind the enemy lines and exploding. They continue to slodge foward, crawling over their dead comrades.
"Keep moving forward men! Remember how many brothers we have lost! Entire fleets! Millions dead! What are we few losses to the many that we have suffered! Keep pushing!" Branden hollered, himself entering combat, grabbing a hold of the shield and tearing it away from the man. He then in turn drew his pistol and gunned his companions to the left and right, using the shield as his own cover.
One of the remaining moffs pulls out a grenade in a last attempt and activates it tossing it towards the Emperor himself. Any other surviving moffs continue their blaster fire at the royal guards.
Outside, Anti aircraft stations had been setup. And more and more casualties were brought out to be cared for and healed.*
*Even with being bogged down and hit with both blaster fire and rocket fire, they had enough numbers to keep the push. They continue to crawl down the hallway until they reach the first group of defenders, they jump up and rush in them, engaging in melee and using their blasters in close range. Branden realizes the futilness of using his slugthrower and puts it on his back, he joins the crawl towards the loyalist position.
Outside, men are sent in to gather the wounded and bring them outside, quickly loading them into the dropships where they are tended to and cared for.
As the royal guards get close, the moffs use their pistols at point blank range before the guards can do much with their pikes.*
*The Rebel forces led by Branden pour into and down every hallway, tossing grenades into any room they come across. When they come resistance at the end of the hallways they retreat back around the corner, but not before taking some losses.
"Bring up the grenades and plex launchers, lets move!" Branden ordered.
They had planned for there being chokepoints and brought along some impressive firepower. Plex launchers were brought up and fired around the corners, half a dozen rockets were fired in quick succession down each hallway. Following up those were flashbangs, smoke grenades, and thermal detonators. Once all the grenades went off and the men down the hallways were rightfully blinded the men rushed out of cover and dropped to prone opening fire with heavy blaster rifles and tossing more grenades down the hallways.
Branden himself stepped around his corner activating his thermal vision and using his slug thrower he picks his targets and snipes the men as they stand disoriented.
As the alarms go off the moffs rush to either side of the room, taking cover behind the pillars. One of the moffs hiding in cover draws his blaster and shoots the door controls disabling the door from opening electronically.
From behind cover the moffs open fire on the Royal guards, taking shots while staying in cover.
"Surrender! The time has come for your life to end! For too long you have suffered defeat after defeat, and then allowing pirates to strike directly at our center!? You have failed the empire, and it is time for change!" One of the moffs shouted behind cover.*
I know my lore good sir :P im just saying it would be coool to see something like that :) mercenaries maybe?
is the Remnants of Angmar not a thing..? or are they part of the Orcs of Gundabad faction? Meaning like Rhaduar type units and possibly some type of Black Numenorian units?
*The moffs, generals, and admirals all sat around a large table. On that table was a map of the galaxy. All were very vocal, voicing their opinions on the matter at hand. Some voiced critism of the emperor subtley, while others were blatantly calling for the over throw of the Empire.
"Friends, sit and relax. Nothing will get done if we sit here and argue about it. We can't just blatantly rise up and overthrow the Emperor, the stormtrooper corps are loyal to the Emperor. It is programmed into their heads. We have to choose our options. The Navy is loyal, but we would loose too many men fighting against the Royal Guards and the stormtroopers protecting him. A secret assissanation, taking control and appearing as the new emperor will make the stormtroopers loyal. But that will come after, for now we must discuss a plan..." Branden explained.
They went on to discuss a great plan, the moffs would gather with the Emperor and convene with him, while Branden would lead forces loyal to him aboard a ship (Navy troops basically) into Coruscant and storm in and kill the Emperors guards while the moffs themselves kill the Emperor.
"Are we ready and certain this is the proper route?" One moff asked.
Branden pondered for a moment, and nodded.
"Yes, this must be done. It is time for change."......*
*Some time later, Coruscant....
The Emperor stood and greeted his moffs.
"Friends, welcome to the capitol. It has been a long while since we have had a council meeting. I assume this is to discuss the situation that occured on Byss?" The Emperor asked.
The Grand moff spoke up,
"Yes, my lord. We must decide on what to do about what happened...." He went on and they began to discuss what happened..
The Reaper, which had transported the moffs, deploys dropships to the surface, near the Imperial Palace. Deploying troops which take up positions around the palace, preventing exit and blocking entry. They also set up short range jammers to prevent transmissions to be sent out.
"Soldiers, what is the meaning of this? This is the Emperors great palace and you show force of arms, a great violation of laws and a great insult to the emper..." He was cut off as him and his men were gunned down by the troopers outside. Surging forward and led by Branden, they storm into the palace from all entry points, taking the guards by surprise gunning them down. What they lacked in martial skill they made up for in numbers.
They continue pouring into the palace, gunning down guards as they go.*
If you all would so kindly look at the Coup image, and go from there that would be great :) as for gm, yes i cast my vote for AK.
also, if both gms wish, We can retcon the whole thing. it is entirely rash and rushed. But i thought hey, why the hell not xD
*The Taanab-Corsin Confederacy control the 1st Battlegroup, the New Order is in command of the Imperial Grand Fleet.*
OOC: note this is one of the many possible routes we can take :P
*The ones who assassinated the Emperor called themselves the New Order, led by a council of 3 moffs. They ruled Kuat, Coruscant, and Corellia, the most central of Imperial Sectors.
Once word did spread of the take over and the death of the Emperor, other factions sprang up. The Taanad-Corsin Confederacy, led by a senate and a chancellor. And to the south was the Fondorian Alignment cosisting of Bestine, Fondor, and Abregado-Rae.
The only sector that remained was the sector of Bilbringi which no word had been heard of yet...*
OOC: if anyone wondering why this is being posted, Pain has left, leaving me and Ten in control and i have no wish to do so.
this isnt final, just leaving it up for debate.
Accidentally reported the image... Good job brandon xD moddb peoples ignore that was accident
is this even EaW anymore guys? did you guys secretly make your own game and not tell us or anything..? ;)
Cuse what i saw in that video, just blew me away, never ever thought id see such quality in EaW, awesome job guys.
*After gathering the one and a half Vultures, the predators not docked yet do so.
"Captain, all active ships accounted for and docked. We are ready to take our leave." 2nd Lieutenant Daniel Maximus explained, checking his monitor.
"Prepare the ship for the jump to hyperspace. Its time Project Rejack gets started." Branden ordered.
He couldn't wait to be home, it was so close now. After this, it would be a waiting game. As it always was.
"Roger that, Captain. Preparing the ship for the jump to lightspeed." 2nd Lieutenant Zhane Soduntis replied.
The ship powered down its other systems and left the area, jumping to hyperspace. Branden sat back in his chair and looked over at Tanick and nodded, both were ready to get on with the project.*
OOC: good fun lads, honestly say without nym or sith, the imperials wouldnt have gotten anything today.
and yes i realize it isnt my turn but i have nothing left to offer :)
OOC:... so? is it over? xD
OOC: Just gonna make my move now.
*Branden smashed his fist so hard on the arm of the chair that he left in a dent it.
"How the hell did they manage to jump away just before the 1st battlegroup arrived?!" Branden shouted.
He calmed himself and sat back in his chair, straightening his uniform.
"Mop up the rest of the droids, switch to Ion shots, lets capture whats left. Contact Arkanus and the others, ask them if they need anything. If not, request permission to depart for repairs." Branden ordered extremely calm, a sign that he was extremely angry.
"Yes, Captain." 2nd Lieutenant Bennar Montag (Comm officer has a name now) replied.
The remaining predators engage the few vultures left standing, neutralizing them with Ion cannon shots, ships are dispatched to gather up the droids and bring them back to the hangar where they are permanently disabled by wiping their data banks. They are stored in the slots where lost predators would be stored.
Branden opened a communication line with the crew on the Sleight, using Loks communicator.
"Lok, good work. Wish we couldve helped more, we being the Imperials, but you sith did good work. There maybe a time where someday I will get along with Sith better, you lot are certainly better than the ones of the past. I will send the word up of your great service to the Empire, you have my thanks." Branden explained, quickly giving a small salute and closing the comm.
He then sent a communication to Arkanus, requesting permission to leave the area.
He sat back in his chair and surveyed the battlefield, they had hauled a great prize but at a bad cost. Many men lost their lives today, but more so couldve died. He was the glad the day was over, for he missed his home on Bilbringi..
"Get me Tanick, I want him to take a look at the vultures, see if he can get them working again." Branden ordered.
"Roger, sir." Montag replied.*
OOC: Me and praxis agreed that the vultures have no records of their location, but i get to capture some :)
The 829th Imperial Attack Company
HQ: Bilbringi, The Acclaimed II
Formed with men from the Imperial Forces stationed on Bilbringi
Commander: Captain Jaran Dalgas
(SC1)XO: 1st Lieutenant Malax Dryfus
(SC2)Logistics Officer: 2nd Lieutenant Roger Findley
SC3 (Medical Officer): 2nd Lieutenant Mary Forbes
SC4 (Tech Officer): Chief Warrant Officer Braxton Marly
Composition: 141 troops, 118 suppoting droids, 6 AT-ARs, 2 IFT-Ts, 1 Command Vehicle (AT-AR with command equipment, no armament), 2 Scout Bikes.
Headquarters Platoon 34 men
1st Platoon "The Chiefs"
CO: 2nd Lieutenant Alex Davis
Second in Command: Sergeant Major Malick Davos
Alpha Squad: Line Squad 7 troopers + 1 Sergeant
Bravo Squad: Heavy Weapons Squad 7 troopers + 1 Sergeant (2 armed with plex launchers, 1 with a sniper rifle, 2 armed with heavy blaster rifles, 2
armed with regular blasters)
Charlie Squad: Support Squad 2 Medics, 2 Tech troopers, 3 Engineers, and 1 Sergeant
Delta Squad: Line Squad 7 troopers + 1 Sergeant
2x Line platoons: 34 men each
2nd Platoon "The Bulldogs"
CO: 2nd Lieutenant Jason Alec
Second in Command: Sergeant Major Alexi Boris
3 Line Squads (7 troopers with 1 sergeant each)
1 Heavy Weapons Squad 7 troopers + 1 Sergeant (2 armed with plex launchers, 1 with a sniper rifle, 2 armed with heavy blaster rifles, 2
armed with regular blasters)
3rd Platoon "The Spartans" 34 men
CO: 2nd Lieutenant Mikal Laristov
Second in Command: Sergeant Major Kissel Stupov
3 line squads (7 troopers with 1 sergeant each)
1 Heavy Weapons Squad 7 troopers + 1 Sergeant (2 armed with plex launchers, 1 with a sniper rifle, 2 armed with heavy blaster rifles, 2
armed with regular blasters)
Light Armor Platoon
4th Platoon "The Rancors" 37 men
CO: 2nd Lieutenant Lancer Bear
Second in Command: Sergeant Major Rod Stuart
1 Recon Squad (2 scout bikes, 2 men per bike, 4 Recon troopers, 2 more armed with sniper rifles)
2 Light Walker Squads (3 AT-ARs each, 1 has the command walker. 9 men for one squad and 10 men for 2nd)
1 Armor Squad (2 IFT-Ts, 4 men per vehicle)
*More and more volleys of fire strike the freighter as it makes it's direct course towards the Acclaimed.
"Captain! Computer indicates the freighter is a direct collision course with the Acclaimed. We need to bring it down!" A technical sergeant exclaimed.
"Order all tractor beams to lock on! And focus all firepower on the freighter! Bring it down!" Branden ordered smashing his fist down on the arm of his chair.
All 10 tractor beams lock onto the freighter slowing it greatly, allowing barrages to accurately hit the freighter and after the combined firepower of both the Reaper and the Acclaimed, the Freighter finally is broken up.
"Captain! Vulture Droids inbound! They are engaging our Predators... Wait Droche class boarding craft are inbound! They seem to splitting off and heading directly for the hulls of the Acclaimed and Reaper. What are your orders, sir?" A Technical sergeant asked.
"Max power to shields, tell the Predators to engage the Vultures and not worry about the droches, deploy all remaining fighters and get them to take on the Vultures, hold them off!" Branden ordered.
The Predators already engaged by the Vultures get into dogfights with them while any left free go around and engage them from the sides, engaging in swift dogfights with the droids.
As the Droches make it through, they smash directly into the Strengthened shields and break upon impact, dealing no damage.
"Order all weapons to target the Lucrehulk, lets bring that fat bitch down!" Branden ordered.
"Yes, sir!" the sergeant replied.
All weapons began locking onto the Lucrehulk, taking aim and begin firing.*
OOC: also about the freigher part, it had already been under fire, and between the tractor beams of both my ship and the Reaper should slow it enough to be able to allow us to get decent shots on your freighter, and unless its made of Beskargam, heck even then, it cant survive the bombardment.
*Branden paced at the bridge, the fleet was still a ways out. They would have to hold for now, and he knew the freighter had to go first. The Reaper was already firing at it, shouldnt take much to bring it down.
"Target the Freighter with everything we have, max power to frontal weapons and shields. Dont relent the assault until the Freighter is down." Branden ordered.
"Yes, Captain." The targeting officer replied.
As the Acclaimed's longer range turbolasers lock onto the Freighter, they open fire, most missing but some do land shots. As more and more guns get in range they open fire on the freighter, until finally when all guns can get a lock, the Acclaimed brings its full frontal armament against the freighter.
Since Long range comms arent jammed anymore (gm approved) Branden opens a direct communication to the 1st Battlegroup, showing him the area and what was going on. He relayed every piece of information to the battlegroup and up to Imperial High Command on Coruscant.
Fighters continue to screen the Acclaimed, preparing for any starfighter assault that might come their way. Bombers and other craft still remain docked but ready to launch at a moments notice.*
OOC: I talked to the gms and they said ECMs would negate you jamming our long range communications.
g2a.com, its like 8 bucks.
OOC: for the third and hopefully final time.
*The Acclaimed exits hyperspace just south of the Gravewalker, its senors, comms, and targeting systems immediately jammed.
"Activate ECMs, and deploy fighters as a screening force. Once ECMs are up send out a system scan and see what were dealing with. Try to contact who is left on the Gravewalker, find out whats going on." Branden ordered pacing back and forth, ****** off by the delays.
ECMs activate removing the jamming problem and Predators take up positions around the Acclaimed. The men on the bridge undergo a scan of the system and attempt to contact the Gravewalker.*
probably like all other atilla mods mate.
will there at least be region specific Iron hills units..?
starwars is pushing it but i totally agree about westeros total war. and add in a brand new politic system that would fit the game play. that would be epic.