Your opinion is not necessarily mine; Your opinion is not fact; Your opinion is not absolute. Your opinion is a perspective.
Scared off, the few stranglers left at the shield generator now runs off, fleeing the scene. From behind Nym, several hovercraft approaches the scene as reinforcements, with Gamorreans on foot following closely behind.
The Grott and his Gamorreans continue the charge, laying down fire. The tank is hit by the rocket and his engulfed in flames, however due to the thick armor and nature of the rocket, it fails to penetrate the exterior. The twin laser cannons fire again, the commandos saved only the the shield generators they deploy and the cover of the wrecks.
OOC: Not the slightest idea what an ECD charge is. Tried google, but.. yeah.. Lol
*The transport ships, including the B.A.C.T.A ships, now leave the planet together. No point being in having them stay.
Malan Drayson takes command of the ground forces and organize the defense.
*A short reply is sent from Ruusan. Diplomacy can resume once all Mandalorian military personal withdraw from occupied systems.*
OOC: had to be short, in 1 minute I have to go to a party. Happy New year! :)
OOC: Since no one is responding I am just gonna finish up.
*The beast decided to attack, it jaws trying to grasp the Hunter. He dodged by taking cover behind a tree and then ran as fast as he could for the sword. But the beast quickly turned around used its wing to push him. The Hunter was luckily thrown towards the blade, close enough for him to grab it. As he got up, the beast was ready to attack once again.
The Hunter looked at his sword, broken as it was, felt his own broken arm and ribs, and the blood spilling from various locations. He grasped his sword tightly and decided to throw at at the beasts head as it charged again. It struck the beast between the eyes and it nearly crushed him with its body weight as it slid across the ground and into him, knocking him unconscious.
He woke up later, not sure for how long he had been out, he gathered his things and trophies, and headed back to camp. He would not be foolish enough to stay in his current condition.*
Happy birthday Brandon! :)
*As the Imperial Fleet takes the bait and as the Sword Fleet descends upon their forces, now heavily concentrated on the Fel Fleet, the advanced forces consisting of Frigates, Cruiser and Corvettes immediately returns. Strike class cruisers and Ardent frigates cover the Corvettes as the enemy fleet opens fire on the advancing forces taking heavy casualties, but allows the corvettes to target the bombers headed straight for them (Your bombers still have to go through my attacking forces). Many are quickly destroyed but several squadrons slip through and takes down a few ships and disables a few others. Several Fel bombers also slip through Imperial defenses and do some critical damage to a few ships.
On the flank the Pelleons suffers from the bombardment of the enemy Inquisitor fleet and several ships soon go down. Every remaining Strike class cruiser arrive to support them.*
*The force destruction used on the pillars have filled the air in the rooms with dust. As Lord Kairn as thrown back, Cronus force jumped through the room to the top of the balcony and then jumped down near him but still out of reach.
"Its been fun to play with you, buts its time for a more direct approach"
*Cronus said and engaged Kairn with the lightsaber*
Yes.. Rub it in...
I give up...
Sorry, arcones, its gonna start again on this page :P Make your move...
OOC: I already took care of Exilium, as for the comments. Meh.
OOC: Okay then, now we can go to bed Sab3r and the Americans can have ALL night to respond ;D
OOC: LOL. No matter what new tech to put in those Basilisks I can hardly imagine them being superiour to the CF9 Crossfire or the more known X-Wing for that matter.
*Leaving behind some ships to gurad the Rebel ships, the Galactic Alliance Core Fleet moves to the nearest Alliance Planet for resupply*
OOC: Seems like quite the powerful force user you got there. *Cough, Cough*. Anyway, I guess I have been giving you a hard time. ;)
IC: A few of the mercenaries survives the firestorm due to being relatively well dug in, and crawls as the avoid detection, and gets back into position. Seeing the approaching vehicle, one of the picks up a rocket launcher from a fallen comrade and waits until the vehicle gets close so they they wouldn't have too great a chance of avoiding it. As soon as it is within 150 meters (Or whatever distances we are talking here xD) he fires the rocket, while his comrades lay down suppressing fire.
The heavy fire from the commandos either kill or scare off the remaining defenders, leaving the array doors unguarded, however quickly approaching behind the commandos Grott with his troops and tank is fast approaching. The EMP goes off, taking care of the primitive cloaking devices the commandos carry, but not much else. Grotts tank now fires the first round which causes an explosion to the left of the commandos, nearly hitting Ladsk instead. As this cloak begins to malfunction, he decides to fall back to Grott and his men before becoming a casualty of friendly fire, a common thing when Gamorreans are involved.
In the command center Bitz talking with the leader of the elite Red Shift mercenaries. "You'll be payed whatever you want, but I need this mess cleaned up as soon as possible!." Bitz shouts into the communications console.
"We'll deal with it alright. But you better have payment ready." The Red **** leader terminates the connection and moves out. His men had been ready since the first shot was fired. He just needed the go ahead.
Apparently around 200 BC :P
Whoever survives the commando attack begins to fire back, one carrying a heavy repeater lays down suppressing fire. Grott see's the explosions near the jamming array and sends all available men in the area there to help out. He himself is climbing into an old T-4 tank and begins rolling towards the array.
Bitz is looking at the screen watching everything unfold. He was uncertain of what do to, with the shield still functioning, there is no real reason to attack the array, unless whoever was attacking them hadn't reached it yet. He left one of his men in charge and left for a private communications console.
Watching the attack on the array, Ladsk prepares an EMP grenade and throws it at the location of where the commandos supposedly are.
The guards at the checkpoint moves in front of the vehicle, signaling it to stop. The supervisor walks over in a fast pace. "Turn the vehicle around, the base is locked down. No one is allowed access to the shield generators."
Ladsk keeps his distance, however still tracking whatever it is he had found. Yet he could never see anything. He sees Grott not far away talking with a bunch of his men, giving out orders and decides to follow up with why the alarm had started. He uncloaks in front of Grott.
"Why have the alarm sounded?"
"Two guards were attacked near the irrigation plant and someone used the maintenance hatches to get through the shield. It seems we have been infiltrated." Grott responds.
"I too believe so, I have been tracking a new scent that isn't from here however I have been unable to find them. They may be using cloaks. We should arm ourselves with Ion weapons or grenades and flush them out. I will continue to track them. I need you to send men in that direction." Ladsk points towards the jamming array and then immediately re-cloaks before Grott has a chance to respond. Deliberately.
Grott spits near Ladsk had stood but he was already gone. He gives a few of his men the signal to do as Ladsk had requested.
An alarm sounds as the attacked guards are reported in by the speeder and suddenly the entire area is buzzing with activity. The moment the alarm sounds, Ladsk disappears into thin air as he activates a cloaking device.
"Find the intruders immediately and lock down all the product. Get the trackers, start the search near the irrigation plant." Bitz yells to the operators, while shoving a Gamorrean out of the way.
At the shield generator and communications relay, guards and other personal man their stations. Grott had gathered a sizable force near the command center, figuring it and the vault below to be the target.
After exiting the irrigation plant, they now face an more or less open field, the crop already harvested. Just beside them is a small transport vehicle half unloaded with supplies. In the distance, they can see part off the shield generator surrounded by an electric fence and about 70 meters of clear ground between.
At the base of the generator, which is mostly buried in the ground to make it less vulnerable, are several squads of mercenaries along with a few Gamorreans whom are no doubt deliberately placed as the most exposed guards instead of the mercenaries.
The speeders arrive and finds the dead bodies, while one stays back to guard the hatch, the others one hurries to the nearest communications station. The commandos now spot Ladsk in the distance, smelling the air, getting close to the ground and talking with several guards.
OOC: Fyi, the vehicle is your freebie for saving us some time since the shield generator is in the middle of the outpost/base and you are at the very edge. :P
Your choice though. Also going to bed. Night bru.
OOC: "Lastly there is a jamming array which prevents anyone from taking note of the facility's location" - What I was told about it. Besides, if what you are saying is true. Bitz, or whoever made the decision to block their own transmission is stupid as **** xD
You sure its not surface-space transmissions that are blocked both ways? Makes more sense.
Reaching out, Serena takes note of a patrol consisting of three guards nearing their location. A little further away another patrol is closing in. In the meantime the operator in the control center is unable to reach the guards and the first maintenance hatch and men on speeders are minutes away.
Ladsk finds himself in a warehouse, he has followed the scent there leading him to several crates, after opening them he discovers that they are empty. He realizes that he has seemingly followed the wrong trail. He leaves the warehouse in a hurry, figuring that maybe if he is quick he can pick up the scent again.
As they cut through the lock, it triggers an silent alarm in the command center. "What is it?" Bitz asks an operator. "Not sure. A silent alarm was triggered at the irrigation plant. Might be a malfunction."
"Alert the patrols, and check in with the guards. Find out what is wrong." The operator quickly start transmitting out the notices and checks in with all guard posts one by one. In the meantime Bitz turns to one of the other operators.
"Get me the security footage from the irrigation plant."
Outside Ladsk watches the slaves go to the housing area, staring them down as he felt was needed. A few wisps into the air with his tongue and he notices a new smell in the air and its not the slaves or guards. If one had been spending a few days at this place, one would either stink of ****, or the very delicate smell of the plants they were harvesting. Whomever had past this area, smelled very clean in comparison.
He begins to investigate.
One of the guards goes to investigate the noise in some bushes nearby, as he pushes aside some of the leaves and branches, it reveals a small lizard as the source. It quickly runs away as its little hideout is compromised.
In the command center Ladsk and Bitz just finished discussing Grott, as usual Bitz disagree with him.
"I don't care for your rivalries. Besides he have done an adequate job so far. You however, seem to spend most of your time annoying me. Perhaps you have been working here to long? Maybe it is YOUR employee status that should be re-evaluated?"
Ladsk become unnervingly silent and a few moments and then in the most calm voice he can manage he responds; "Of course, master.. That is your privilege indeed. If you need me, I'll be outside monitoring the slaves going back to their housings."
As he leaves he tries to focus on the sweet prospect of the day where he will get the chance to kill everyone.
OOC: Should make sense now :P
IC: Not long after Nym and Rogues leaves their vantage the gunship starts a search of the area. In front of the maintenance hatch, stood two Gamorrean guards talking. So far they hadn't noticed anything. The speeder patrol are due to be driving by the hatch anytime.
Approaching the jamming array, the commandos find it guarded by a few dozen Gamorreans protecting a large blastdoor entrance, along with some hovercraft vehicles with mounted guns.
In the meantime Ladsk reaches the command center, bursting through the door. "Bitz, we need to talk about Grott!"
Nym and Rogues scans reveal half a dozen Gamorrean guards protecting the irrigation plant that borders just on the outside of the shield generator. In the distance they can see Speedbike patrols crossing each other and patrolling the perimeter. A gunship is also spotted, making random searches of rock formations, houses and similar places where intruders might make their approach.
Bitz is in the control center, watching the security cameras. With the new drug almost ready to ship out, his species natural tendency towards paranoia is getting to him, and he didn't want any surprises. At the moment he is mostly focused at the screen showing the vault with the processed drugs.
In the barracks, Grott is sitting with his fellow Gamorreans playing a game of dice. "I win, haha!" He shouts as him cheating in the game allows him to rob the others blind. The others, broke or frustrated gives up and some decide to go back to work. At the same time Ladsk walks in.
"What is going on here pig, these men are supposed to guard warehouse 13! Why don't you get off your *** and actually do what you are paid for." Ladsk says. Grott takes his time getting out of the chair, grabs a primitive, yet fearsome axe and places himself just in front of Ladsk.
"If you have a problem.." he begins. His men behind him backing him up and grabbing the nearest weapons or blunt instruments. "You can take it up with Bitz, or we can settle it right now."
If his species were capable, Ladsk would have been redheaded out of fury.He takes a quick look at the number of Gamorreans in the barracks and says; "I WILL talk to Bitz about this, but no matter what, you better watch your back pig. We will definitely settle this... later." Ladsk leaves the barrack angry, heading towards the control center.
*Ladsk is doing his rounds, making sure the slaves are doing what they are supposed to and giving out random beatings to maintain the status quo of the employer/employee status. He continued until he ran into Grott, the local Gamorrean clan leader, at fat pig, even by Gamorrean standards. His clan was being paid handsomely for the protection of the crops, mostly against other clans. Most however were smart enough to stay out of Hutt buisness, barely. Sometimes they had to be reminded.
"I caught your men playing dice on the job again Grott. The slaves would do a better job at guarding this facility than you and your men. It's pathetic!" Ladsk began.
Grott only made a grunting noise, presumably laughing. "Maybe you should make a recommendation to your Hutt overlords, I'm sure they will love the idea of slaves guarding slaves. Maybe you will even get that promotion you always wanted." he continued his grunting.
Ladsk and Grott stared at each other intensely for a few minutes until Grott decided he didn't really care for the situation and wanted to join his fellow Gamorreans playing dice.
"Alright Ladsk, I'll talk to my men." very slowly and with some effort he got out of his chair and left. Ladsk, feeling almost victorious over Grott submitting put him in a better mood. Its only now he notices some slaves nearby staring.
"Get pick to work!" He yells and unleashes his whip upon one of slaves, an elderly one, who didn't do it fast enough.*
Last Man Standing!
Nothing will stand against the onslaught of Egypt!
OCO: Not good at "filler", but I guess a little personality wouldn't hurt I guess :P
IC:*As Bitz slithers into the control center he finds Ladsk holding a Twi'lek slave by the throat and up in the air.
"That crops needs to be harvested and stored by the end of the day, or I'll have to reconsider the status of your...employment. I haven't had a proper meal in days." He tells the Twi'lek, his tongue smelling the air. The stench of fear in the air seem to excite him, or so it appears to Bitz, he has never found it easy to read the face of a Trandoshan.
The best he can, the Twi'lek mutters a "yes master!" and is then dropped by Ladsk and left struggling to breathe on the floor as Bitz entering the room gets his attention.
"Bored again Ladsk?" Bitz teased him, knowing well that Ladsk had no sense of humor in any way. Ladsk let out a slight hiss of disapproval, or was it more contemptuous? They didn't like each other, but Ladsk was good at what he does, keeping the slaves in line, not to mention the Gamorrean thugs in their employment.
"I'll go inspect the harvest.." He says, and then leaves the control center. Bitz laughs and signals one of the servants nearby to fetch him something to eat.*
On the surface, Bitz, the Hutt in charge of the facility, was standing in front of a cylindrical tube inside a large lab. Inside the cylinder was a plant, apparently a very addictive one according to his superiors. However this was merely a specimen, outside the facility in several domes functioning as greenhouses, were most of the crop that have yet to be harvested. The ones already harvested and being prepared for processing was in locked in a vault in the lower levels below.
He had already inspected those levels and were on his way back up to the outpost command center where his second in command, a Trandosian slave master named Ladsk was waiting.*
Seems like the "bomb" is gonna blow on a week day...
Malan smiles slightly and leans closer. "Depends on how you see it, as a military man this only makes for an easier and much less complicated use of PMs. Law enforcement is gonna have a field day though. But I am merely here as an observer, there a quite a few people in the Federation whom would have a lot to gain.
So this should certainly make for an interesting treaty, for however long it lasts."
He gives Fenrir a wink and then leans back again.*
*In the midst of the talks, Malan Drayson enters the room and sits down next to Fenrir, whom he gives a slight nod and bow before sitting down.
"Apologies for the late entry, please continue."
Easy to do this the other way around.
I'm still Federation.
For blackmail purposes, I can't say xD
Someone owes me money.
Oh I'll survive alright, problem is that before I can mount a proper defense, I'll have lost a 3rd of my Empire. Even more from an economic perspective xD
But at least this rebellion isn't as disappointing at they usually are.
Those 1000 men in Athens will have to hold the line against about 24000 men. Good odds for any Spartan. No?
Except these are also Spartans though...
If anyone wanna place their bets on who wins the battle of Athens. Now is the time xD
T'Rani, looked towards Lok and said; "Alyssious' Kalligs tomb can be found on Dromund Kaas. Go there, and find your answers."
OOC: You can finish up by yourself it seems Ori. No matter what, I seem to have lost the ability to do.. Well anything.
AK/ Nox was a member of the Dark council, in a time where the competition among the Sith was at its highest. One doesn't get there by being nothing but a master swordsman, or at least close to it, in addition to force abilities.
Ori/ Fine, I'll play along as a courtesy. But since we are playing by these new parameters, I'll add some new ones to.
*Finally, Darth Nox had gotten bored by the Mandalorians persistence. T'Rani made a twist of the hand and Ori'verda was thrust fast backwards and smashed into the pillar behind him, crushing his Jetpack (dunno if you brought one).
With the other hand force crush was applied to Ori'verdas helmet, cracking the visor and disabling many of the electronic components.*
Number two fits me. I think.. xD
*T'Rani now started a complex and nimble series of lightsaber attack forms, almost before Ori'verda had gotten on his feet. Attempting to push him towards the end of the hall, near the great statue.*
*The few Mandalorian ships are mopped up fast, and Malan is picked up. The fleet takes up position above Deysum and creates an interdiction field to catch any forces going through the system.*
Wait... you guys are on the verge of winning and then you retreat? Lol. I would have given up in a few turns. xD
You guys are really just eating off my hand aren't you? This is perfect.
*With the enemy forces in retreating from the system, the Engineer division starts repair on the shield Generator, which seems light. The remaining forces now constructs hasty defense further into town where it is easier to defend while militia salvage teams take everything they can from the battlefields, recovering weapons, ammunition and even a few tanks and AA batteries. These things are quickly brought into the city, where the remaining AA is positioned close to the Shield Generator to prevent another "surprise".
While the Engineers and militia work hard at restoring operations, the remaining Clones plan for the worst in case of another attack.*
It does. But you have left your forces there at the mercy of my flagship. That changes a lot of things.
IC: This was what I was waiting for, the Senocra now turned away and exposed its rear deflectors and I order the crew to concentrate fire. My Flagship breaks through the shields and destroys the engine completely. I order a switch to Ion cannons and open fire on every piece of the ship still open to rear fire and causes several electric malfunctions. (This time there is no way you can twist you way out of this with the "superior argument". Its common knowledge that the deflectors can't cover all angles at full power, for you to be able to face Exilium, you would have to divide power to the rear deflectors, and if you didn't. Well, all the more a legit move)
With the Senocra and its B/G (?) leaving to face Exilium, I order the remaining forces there to support the flanks. Each side of my flagship targets a flank and unleashes volleys to each side, making the enemy maneuvers nulls as they can't evade the large amounts of turbolaser fire. Ships before into defensive now surprises the enemy by going into the offensive and both flanks.
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