Your opinion is not necessarily mine; Your opinion is not fact; Your opinion is not absolute. Your opinion is a perspective.
Its not about who made what mistakes, but how you choose to end to event. If you had an issue with my latest move, you could have asked me about it. But you didn't, instead you choose to end the event in a manner barely above OSIKs choice of ending an event back in the day.
It is beyond me, why my actions have been upsetting to you, when you practically forced me into this event with IC threats of mass terror and infrastructure damage. I have done nothing but trying to play along, if I choose to try and be overly clever with how I approached the event, or being excessive in covering my bases, then that's hardly a crime in roleplaying.
I was fully aware that spending too much time searching on Felucia could have terrible consequences, but that was MY choice to make.
I was fully aware that you might have had a different outcome in mind regarding the Rancors, but YOU asked me not to focus on the fight with the rancors and just settle on describing the aftermath at a later point. Did you expect me to pick up that fight again the exact moment I had need of my ship and crew elsewhere, to just forget about it? How is that fair? You obviously wanted to inflict more casualties that I expressed, but because we didn't fight out that battle, I never had the chance to prove exactly why I would win it. If the Commandos and ship ever got in a serious risk, I would have used the ships weaponry on them.
The Rancors were FATED to lose that fight because of where it took place, and because of what I had at my disposal. Had the rancors been fighting me inside the dense jungle, you might have had the brutal slaughter you wanted. I will not apologize for trying to fight the fight that gives me the advantage.
I don't care if you make mistakes, we all do, things get lost in translation or intent. In the end the only true mistake you have made Milos, is how this ended.
Now, I think I'll stop myself here. I have nothing more constructive to say on the matter.
This is what I get for even bothering to participate. My mistake.
"If the signal to detonate the bombs came from here, right after the broadcast, he can't have acted alone Captain." one of the commandos postulate.
"If so, we can't leave any stone unturned. Break radio silence and get reinforcements here." Verlern says. "Jarris, we need the ship here. Whats the status of the AA?"
Jarris responds, having been ready for some time now; "With a little help from the ship, it will be dealt with momentarily. Permission to make some noise captain?"
"Granted, if anything it may scare out any occupants we haven't encountered so far." the captain responds back.
Jarris immediately contacts the ship and asks them to provide fire support against the beacons he planted on the AA and antenna. Seven concussion missiles are loaded and fired in rapid sequence. Eager to get out of the line of fire he makes sure to get out of the way. Using a remote detonator, he blows up the first six which he planted explosives beneath only moments before the concussion missiles reach their target.
A minute before, the other commando team sitting on top of one of the dead rancors, while another takes a holophoto of them, quickly picks up their gear and board the ship. Being on board and concussion missiles fired away, the ships begins take off, making its way to the compound.
As the entire compound shakes due to explosions, Captain Verlern and his team continues the search of the facilities.
While one begins to check the side room, Velern and another continues ahead. They stop in the hallway where Verlern recons the side passage.
On top of the roof, Jarris begins attaching small locater beacons to the remaining AA.
In order to cover more ground quickly, they split, the two commandos move into the side corridor while Velern continues going forward.
As Jarris plants his last explosive at the sixth tower, he knows he has to figure something else out for the rest of the AA and if need be, the antenna. In either case, he has to get to them so he moves to the nearest building and stops at the wall. He attaches a grappling hook to his blaster and fires it over the top. Once it hatches on to something, he climbs.
They open the door and proceeds inside.
Jarris proceeds to the fifth tower.
"See if any of the droids have anything on them." Velern orders the others. Meanwhile he uses his vibrodagger to force open the panel to get a look at the internal circuitry. The two Commandos begins searching any nearby droids for identification cards of any kind.
Jarris proceeds to the fourth tower.
Verlern attempts to power up the panel and open the door, pre-paring to hack it if necessarily.
Jarris, plants another high-explosive and proceeds to the third tower.
"Keep an eye out while I try and get us access" The Captain says as he begins to search for an access panel.
The Commando known as Jarris moves to the nearest AA tower and plants a high explosive at the bottom of it, then he hides it with foliage and proceeds to the next one.
"Jarris." Velern says and gestures at the anti-air and antennas. "Make preparations while we locate the target."
"Yes sir." he confirms as he begins to look for a way up to the anti-air guns.
The rest of the team begins to look for a way inside the main facility.
Standing still for but a moment they take in the sight and then proceed with caution, not knowing if by chance all this time there might be some droids or other material still powered. Velern begins by scanning for hidden explosives in the ground. Even then, they split into groups of two, move behind a vehicle and stick to the path the vehicle is likely to have taken.
Without lowering their guard, Captain Velern and his compatriots are content with being herded towards their goal. For now.
After the death of their fellow Commando, the rest of the perimeter team take it up a notch. While the Rancor pack still get their bearings, two troopers from the ships crew come out, each with a heavy repeater blaster and mounts them both of tripods. Next to them, Commando's get on the ground with sniper rifles. They open fire, targeting the eyes. The heavy repeaters fire a hail of blaster fire at the legs of the Rancors, focusing on bringing them down one by one.
The surrounded Captain Velern and his men stand their ground, but moves no further waiting, opting to wait instead another moment.
The COMMANDO is seemingly trampled to death.
"Stay calm." The Captain ordered. Following their training they made sure to have their backs to the nearest tree. They kept their weapons trained on the natives.
"Lets see what they do, if their intent is hostile. We'll shroud." He further tells his men. At the same time he keeps the comm line open so the team back at the ship can listen in. As they do, one of them moves into the ship with haste and orders one of the weapons officers to prepare a concussion missile.
Seeing as it seems to work, the others continue to lead the rancors away.
OOC: Just reread my previous move, what a ******* series of typo disasters. Lol
The moment the patrol begin to move away from the village, the squad of Commandos break their stalk and begins to move away, they look for another patrol to stalk, preferably one that leads them further towards the compound.
Near the ship, the shooter fire several more shots, both at the bull, and then a few more at the other rancors not following. After that he moves to a tree further back.
"We have no authority to be here. No contact unless absolutely necessary." the Captain says quietly, as they move further in. They locate the closest patrol moving in the direction of the compound and move in their footstep, albeit at a distance. Considering the remoteness and apparent vigilance of natives, its not unreasonable to think that there may be traps or other security measures hidden in the brushes to alert of intruders or wildlife. So they stick to the patrols paths in the hopes of getting past the village unseen.
Back at the perimeter the squad have been discussing what to do, they don't want to create a lot of noise when dealing with the rancors. They settle on one of them leading them away for the moment.
Of of the Cammandos fursthest away from the ship. Climbs the nearest tree and aims his blaster at the Bull, figuring the others are mostly likely to follow him. He fires a single shot at distance, at the rancors chect area and waits to see how it responds.
Captain Velerns team continue to make their way towards the compound, hoping to find some kind of highground near it.
"We may have natives about one of the commandos comment."
"Maybe." the Velern responds. "Until we know more, check your fire."
At the ship, the second team, continue their preparations.
Despite the heavy stomping, no movement happens near the shuttle.
Once in atmosphere and approaching the compound. The much smaller onboard shuttle is sent empty to a location closer, and opposite or their primary landing site, trying to stay just outside the range of the AA. As it lands, the SpecForce vessel have almost reached the clearing.
"Alright, take us down." The captain says.
The ship lands and two teams leave the vessel. The first team secure the area while the second, along with Captain Velern begins to make their way to the compound in at a rapid pace.
As the first team secures the area, they begin to set a perimeter. They are all to aware that the Felucia jungle can be a dangerous place.
Captain Verlern is informed of the Enclave star destroyer coming out of hyperspace.
"We have been scanned sir." the pilot further informs.
"Hmm. I think we are foregoing the shuttle, exposure is to high. Move behind the nearest asteroid or moon and activate stealth systems, then set a course. Lets see if we cant find a clearing near the compound. If not, we'll do a hard drop." He orders the pilot.
"Do you think they'll realize the nature of this vessel?" one of the Commandos ask.
"They should have no reason to." he responds. "Pilot, whats our status?"
"We have just moved behind Felucias second moon. Activating stealth systems." the captain is informed over the comm.
The lighting inside the ships turns red to alert all crew that the ship is now running in stealth mode. The ship then makes way towards the compound on the planet looking for a suitable place the land.
OOC: Milos, what demands? Lol
The SpecForce vessel drops out of hyperspace near Feluca and run passive scans for traffic in the area, while attempting to pinpoint a more precise location of the broadcast.
In the shuttlebay, Captain Velern preps a small team. They equip themselves in all black gear and with various weaponry, unsure of exactly what they'll face.
"Sir, any futher word from command?" One of them asks.
"None." The Captain responds, "but we'll manage."
As the Republic begins to investigate the various bomb sites locally and with the Holonet buzzing with rumors and conspiracies already, Republic officials inform that the Republic is already reaching out to other nations and sovereignty's in order to learn more. Republic ambassador Trailk have already begun pressing the Tion authorities to act.
Meanwhile, Captain Dartanial Verlern is woken up in his cabin by someone knocking hard on his door.
"Apologies sir, there is an incoming holotransmission from the SC." someone says outside.
"Inform the SC I will be there momentarily." Dartanial says begrudgingly. So much for a good nights sleep he thought to himself as he gets dressed.
Dartanial rushes to the bridge of the Republic SpecForce vessel, a ship more classified than the Chancellors holonet history. He enters the bridge and sees a holoprojection of the Supreme Commander.
"Sir". He says and salutes. "Forgive me sir, but I thought we were still operating radio silent during transpo."
Drayson salutues the Captain back. "You still are, however I need you to change course for Tion space. There has been a series of bombings which have been traced to the Felucia system. I am transmitting coordinates now along with briefing materials, we will further update you as we get m ore information. However when you enter Tion space, you're on your own until we are sure the Tion authorities intend to cooperate."
"My men and I are ready sir. We'll change course immediately." the Captain replies.
"Good. May the force be with you Captain." Drayson says before ending the transmission.
Bro needs to bend the knee real quick. Rigs come and go, girlfriends like her doesn't :P
Tsk tsk. Milos, its just a little intergalactic communication. Not everyone cares to learn alien languages just to tell them that my **** is bigger than theirs. Easier just to show them ;)
Aye, I am.
The question was so stupid, I had to read it three times before being able to understand it
I'll have a look tomorrow.
Throughout the complex a close quarter battle begins as the desperate defenders know they are going to die, one way or another. The republic fights for every inch of the place but are slowly forced to give ground.
Having spent a few minutes setting up a housewarming present for the Imperials, Malan becomes frustrated as the explosive device keeps malfunctioning. Eventually it gets stuck on a 3 minute timer, afraid he is running out of time he activates its and moves back to the internal entrance to the ordnance bay and opens the door. Then he moves to the side of the door and puts his back up against the wall, unsheathing both his blasters and closes his eyes while listening and just waiting. Its not long before he hears blaster-fire nearby along with the sound of Imperial boots rushing through the hallway. He opens his eyes and points one blaster towards the open door next to him.
The first stormtrooper through, is instantly blasted as he walks right into the muzzle of the blaster as the stormtrooper tries to secure the doorway. The next one, intending to secure the other side of the door bare gets to notice his comrade fall as he is shot in the back of the neck. Without leaving the stormtroopers with too much time to react Malan slowly moves in an halfcircle arch around the doorway, constantly firing his blasters with deadly aim, taking out three more stormtroopers before he reaches the other side of the doorway.
2 Minutes left
The surprised attackers will soon resort to thermal detonators he knows, after all who wouldn't in this situation? He places his hand near the panel and listens again, as soon as he hears anything reminiscent of something being thrown or rolled across the floor, he closes the door. Not even a second later the sound of something metallic hitting the door and being deflected back, following by the sound of half a dozen stormtroppers trying to get out of the way and then the explosion shaking the walls.
He opens the door and moves into the hallway, He ignores the heated air in the narrow hallway, which makes keeping his eyes open almost unbearable, and opens fire on anything the moves, managing to gun down the last of them in the immediate area. But he knows more are coming.
Hearing footsteps coming from around the corner, he takes a thermal detonator from one of the stormtroopers and throws around the corner while he retreats to the entrance again. He soon feels a burning sensation from his wound his leg and falls to the ground and it can no longer bear his wait and have started to bleed profusely again, at great effort he crawls into the ordnance bay, and off the the side to sit up near some crates where he passes out.
He wakes up in pain as an imperial officer is pressing his boot against Malans would. "Now that is just rude *******, can't you leave a man to die in peace?" Malan manages to blather out. He finds that he has been disarmed and is surrounded by stormtroopers.
But when he sees how the imperials are all so focused on him that they haven't noticed the bomb he can't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at "Supreme Commander"? The officer asked in a mocking tone. "We are victorious and to top it off, we are going to capture you alive." he says with a smirk on his face, no doubt considering how he will be rewarded for the capture of Malan Drayson.
Without answering the officer directly, he simply states; "Thank the force for the Mandalorians..." as he gazes upon the bomb attached to a rack of almost fifty capital ship grade Super-Heavy Concussion missiles.
As Malan comes to lights inside the building flicker and the room shakes because of artillery strikes. The medics have moved on to other patients and doesn't notice Malan grabbing his gear and sneaking out. Still a bit dizzy, he finds his way to one of the administrative offices, same same one he had used for the last few weeks to plan the defense of Mon Calamari. At the desk he sits down and relaxes for a few minutes before he opens a smaller locker under the table and pulls out a bottle and a glass. He fills op halfway up and then takes a small sip at first, before drinking the whole thing. He pours another one.
Despite the stalwart defense, and the with the gunship weaponry as their disposal, the Republic forces are simply too exposed to the Imperial heavy walkers. Despite their bravery, most fall here while the rest retreats into the building, sealing doors and bulkheads behind them wherever possible.
Back at the office, Malan bottoms another one and then moves out. As he walks through the hallways, he doesn't pay much attention to troopers running back and forth, and they don't pay much attention to him.He goes to a hanger bay storage area where the Republic have been storing all kinds of weaponry.
The massed imperial assault makes for easy pickings for the stationary light tanks and republic artillery, also giving the retreating troopers some respite from the imperial onslaught. Most of the defenders does make it back to the gunships, but even with the gunships-turned-wall. The surrounding area is much more open than their previous positions because the buildings in the area are short and more spread out.
The Juggernaut returns to the main administrative complex where Malan is brought inside, soon after he wakes up and medics tend to his wounds. Its only then he sees the large piece of glass stuck inside his leg. Despite the pain, he insists on a rapport.
A Trooper Sergeant approaches, sir, our commanding officer was killed a few minutes ago. But I can give you a bare-bones rapport based on what we know. We're getting a lot of rapports right now, and not very many of them are helpful. So far hall of all our brigades are confirmed to be fully annihilated or close to, 20% are half strength or less and the last 30% of our forces are currently either attempting to hold off the Imperial or rallying here."
"Thank you sergeant. That will be all." Malan says before he passes out again, the medics continue their work on his leg.