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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2013 20:08:50 GMT -8
*The Hati and the black operators LA-AT/i roared over the landscape towards their LZ. The city itself was still a distance off, but closing fast. Kaytra checked her Nav computer before turning towards the cargo bay.*
::Saddle up. We're two minutes to the drop off point.::
*Two minutes. In a mission it could feel like a lifetime, but like life, two minutes could be over in a flash. Within moments the Hati and her companion gunship reached the LZ. Pulling the throttle down, the engines took their vertical position and slowly lowered the ship the ground. The struts of the gunship scrapped the ground followed by the weight of the ship. Keeping the engines running at half power, she yelled into her comlink.*
::This is it! Once out hold you position. We'll do a quick perimeter pass to make sure you're clear. I'll keep in radio contact from then on with updates every ten to fifteen minutes, unless something poses a threat or routes or blocked. Good hunting out there.::
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Dec 19, 2013 7:17:40 GMT -8
Ram, strode from one of the exits of the estate, the more subtle ones and was greeted by the sight of temporary command posts and established defensive lines. Reminiscing as he kept the move, he felt out for Sin, as she would have headed to the main tent. As he walked, he gazed upon the faces of the troops who were waiting and watching. He knew the feeling, and gave as understanding of a nod as he could manage, combat, while exhilarating, was terrifying for those unaccustomed and he was briefly caught in a moment remembering his own first days.
Shaking them off he continued on. Hearing the blasts and sounds in the distance, he was readying his mind and making sure that he was completely settled and ready. Once the battle had begun, he knew that it would be a long time until he had the peace to meditate and center himself. Feeling out into the Force, he reached to connect with the current living landscape and feel the life presence of all that were here. Anticipation, fear, excitement all mixed together in a sea of emotions. Good, these would all serve to drive and motivate them to accomplish their goals and serve their purpose, fulfilling their roles.
His own mind swimming in an ocean of hate, anger, and focus, Ram let them stew and give him strength as he thought of the thugs that were soon to attempt to besiege them. They were wrong and he knew that, should he die, there would be a great many of their corpses littering the ground around him, bordering on the number of too many to have justified killing only him. Moving towards the front, he looked from position to position, ready and waiting, while also feeling out for any of their more prominent figures that may need to be dealt with by a Force user.
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Post by Walter Avius on Dec 19, 2013 7:42:19 GMT -8
He was a coward, it was true. But so was Ashrah, hidden in his metal tomb. Walter ground his teeth, threatening to turn enamel into powder.
"You abandon your family..." The words weren't filled with malice or hate, though spoken through clenched teeth. They merely tasted of regret as if Walter knew that the phrase would have no impact on the outcome.
He had always told himself that he wouldn't let this happen, wouldn't let it build up inside of him, becoming something more powerful than he could manage. But looking at the man in front of him, as if the God's had tossed a cruel mirror pane down before him, he couldn't help but find the creeping nature of remorse crawl within him. Had he meant to do it, toss away everything he had to fall along the path he now traveled? It was a question of intent that brought his mind to it's knees, the crackling remains of a parasite that smoldered within his soul, the weakling brother grasping to the soul of the strong. The life of his family was long removed, his conscious followed quickly after. That was intentional, an action that helped to numb the pain of consequence residing deep within the act where choice was taken away. The choice of their lives was transplanted in the face of saving them from the pain of realizing the truth, that he was never fully in control of himself. It's the one self-inflicted recognition that had brought him the most pain, both in separation from his family and the one whom he loved most. But a darksider, a follower of the Sith tenets, could never appear weak and fragile. He was a statue of stone with a molten core, the slightest pressure enough to cause catastrophe. And that pressure was Ashrah, the only Legacy he had every given the universe. He looked upon this man, the last remnant of his immortality, the impression of his influence leaving a deep scar across the universe.
Had he expected his son to react to the attack as he did? Of course. If he had truly brought Iniquitous to his demise, he would have not done so without tasting the affliction of the force materialized into something less than what it was. Bile touched the back of Walter's throat, the burn brought him back to his purpose as he slowly realized he was tired of waiting. But waiting is what he would have to do, what he had always done, a point of contention that cracked at him like a whip. The rain splashed against his head, reminiscent of a gentle rain on an aluminum roof, as he began to pace. No, pace wasn't the right word, menacing seething was more appropriate. Steam pushed from his mouth visor with every exhale, rising and pulling heat from his body, as he carved a semicircle into the mud. The red and crimson sabers moved back and forth and as he withdrew the force from the field of battle, belaying it's interaction with the world around him. He was a nexus, as strong with the force as any being he had ever known. But it was something more, a resilience of his soul that put him above the rest. Or perhaps it was a corruption of arrogance and ego, to truly think he was right all along, that gave him such confidence.
But one thing he knew for sure and the realization pulled him away from his own torment, if only for a moment. A zombie brought to a realization of how apparent in appearance phrik was. Hell, it even had a peculiar smell. His eye drifted down to the phrik and dallorian alloy vambraces on his forearms and his sight wandered up to the unusual item on Ashrah's arm. Walter would not be caught unawares, his mind a marriage of chaos and calculation. He merely waited and moved, gathering his reserves and letting the engines cool, before physically interacting with this threat once more.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Dec 22, 2013 1:07:56 GMT -8
She looked over the battle plans and to a alert that was flashing west of the estate, off towards the mountainous training grounds that Walter often sent his troops to hone their skills. The alarm on the map indicated an impact and she pointed at it, her shrewd gaze locked on Kaserp and Gulliver.
"What is that impact zone? Do we know what hit there? Do we have eyes on it?"
She noticed Ramiel follow her into the command tent, his silent presence bolstering her regimented calm that she desperately needed to regain. She needed confirmation of her suspicion but she also couldn't just forget about the chaos around her.
"Have we heard anything from KDY?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2013 1:53:10 GMT -8
"We haven't really heard anything from the Drive Yards, Milord. We're showing everything is intact, but there have been no communications stating any real emergencies or the like. As far as the impact goes, we're not sure the exact make and model of the craft, but it was the ship that Ashrah, er, landed with, if you want to use that particular word in the most inappropriate manner possible. The surface geometry didn't let our computers get a match, likely as a result of either battle damage or modifications, probably a little bit of both. As I said before, we do have eyes on the fight."
Gulliver manipulated the display, bringing the live feed up on the central hologram display. It was an interesting bit of drama at the moment, all sorts of filial issues being brought to life. Hidden identities, betrayal, oh the humanity.
"I was planning to have a platoon move into support of Lord Avius as soon as the fight kicked off in earnest. Once that gets going, Ashrah will be too busy trying not to die to do much about it. If Avius goes down, we'll have enough fire support to get him out."
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Dec 22, 2013 16:57:39 GMT -8
The attire was definitely Walter's but the man who wore them was not the glossy black skinned hulk that everyone knew. Inked lines of green flowed down his arms of tanned flesh. Even with the mask still in place, she recognized his sabers, his markings and the way he carried himself in battle. Outwardly, nothing about her behavior gave any sign that she was surprised about the changes in Walter's appearance. She silently regarded the pair of combatants prowling the craggy outcropping. Rain pelted them, obscuring some of the view, as silent curses formed beneath her taut lips. Her furrowed brow demanded her subordinates to hold their tongues as she stared at the scene, surely from their point of view she must have been contemplating how to ensure that Ashrah met his end.
In her chest, it was another matter. Her heart pounded against her ribcage like the spurts of a jackhammer chewing though ferrocrete. The pompous swagger of the Mandalorian was lost on her as she fixated on the blue tinged image of her beloved. He had never been far from her, he had been there in the capacity he could to ensure that those who came for Dark Tide and for her would go through him first. Lord of Sorrow made so much sense in retrospect but she would have preferred to have the Lord of Pain. She knew why he did it, she knew very well why these ridiculous charades seemed to mar their coupling. The last time she had seen him was on Korriban, his finger dragging down the side of her thigh, the wanton look in his eye setting fire to her darkest desires. She wanted many things in that moment, and yet she could indulge none of them as she was forced to pull herself from her reverie. Her voice was somewhat quieter as she turned away from the feed, looking eyes with Kaserp. She broke the silence of the command tent, her fingers knitted together before her.
"That is not Lord Avius."
The dual commander didn't understand what she was seeing there, Sinistra could read that plain on the young woman's face. That man was not Walter, he was not the Wall she was used to looking up to. The fiery temper contained in the woman seemed to blaze through her orange mohawk as she wanted to desperately have an answer for how the feed could have been altered. Sinistra's mouth tugged up in a corner in a smile to watch the confounded commander. Sinistra killed the feed, raising a finger to signal for Kaserp not to bother speaking. She looked over to the big merc who seemed to have inserted himself into her command structure. She decided to change the subject, strolling over to a thermos of caf that sat on a dirty table. The scent of mud and blood permeated the tent, choking out the fresh air that might have wafted through if given chance by a raised flap or a passing breeze.
"I take it your presence here means you're choosing to stick around for the moment. What is the cost of your services for this little battle?"
She raised an eyebrow to express that the question need not have an answer, his price was more than reasonable. If they made it through this, she'd give him whatever he asked, no matter how absurd. The presence of Reverance was making her feel uncharacteristically generous. She raised the beat up metal cup to her lips, swallowing down the feeling of rattlesnakes in her stomach with stoic manner. She wanted to turn the feed back on, drive out there and shoot that blasted buckethead so she could simultaneously wrap Reverance in her embrace and punch him in the gut for misleading her for all this time. She remembered just a few days ago when she poured her soul out to her favorite fallen god about love and loss. She wanted to believe that Reverance's presence here would mean victory but that had not been the case at Lianna and it should not be taken for granted now.
Although she felt her heart could have outmaneuvered a TIE Defender at the moment, the weight of the war still rested on her shoulders. She could not ignore Taung's challenge nor could she dismiss the Mandalorian fleet master. His ships were above her now, chewing through her defenses as her men died amidst the jumble of explosions and ships protecting the ring of KDY and the unblemished face of Kuat below. She motioned at the general direction of Diathem's Fist, as though it were merely on the other side of the treeline.
"Send a couple of the best sniper squads we have to take up positions around that fight. If the Lord of Pain falls, so will Ashrah. That Mandalorian will not leave this planet alive, do I make myself clear?" She looked back to the armored commander, who seemed to regain her focus as Sinistra sipped her caf again. "Kaserp, your master is Lord Reverance, the deadliest son of a bitch to champion the evil throng I call Dark Tide. He has trusted you with much. Show me that his judgment was not misplaced. You and Gulliver will make them regret their decision to get out of bed this morning."
She turned back to the projector and switched it to Taung's ships in orbit as she heard the W-165's let out another volley to light up the battle overhead. The massive turbolasers split the air with their fire. Taung's ships had not launched landing craft yet as they circled the driveyards, hungry sharks looking for the easy spot to zip into the protected drydocks but others seemed to be pouring out gunships to rip into to the glowing red ring around the temperate and fertile land below. She shook her head at the onslaught. She could only watch and trust that her personnel would stop the monster before he ripped all her work to shreds.
She motioned Ramiel over, bringing up the battle lines on the open plains between the Estate of the Ten and the distant capital city. The location of the shield generator highlighted on the map, wedged between the manor house and military complex that housed the barracks and control room. The edge of the shields light up in a ring around them on the map, the far edge butted up against a heavily wooded area where the base stretched into training grounds.
"Ramiel, you are in charge of the shield generator protection. They are going to have to take it out to assault the Estate. Taung's going to make a run on it. We have unfinished business. Be ready."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2013 17:49:44 GMT -8
Gulliver considered the question for a moment, then shrugged.
"Honestly, I'll be happy to get out of here alive. Tell you what, we'll say this one's on the house. I'm still not sure what inspired you folks to put me in charge of this mess, but at the very least, it's going to do wonders for future job prospects, if I ever decide to go elsewhere."
The big merc wasn't entirely stupid; he could tell the signs of stress, and whatever she saw on that display, it pushed her to the ragged edge of...something. Oh well. wasn't his business to know what. It was his business to make sure she got what she wanted.
"Roger. I'll dispatch an additional team immediately. Colonel Raith has some gunships in the area, should be perfect for getting a team in place and providing fire support."
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Post by Walter Avius on Dec 22, 2013 18:05:27 GMT -8
Trust, that was a hell of a thing to talk about at a time like this. A man she had considered the closest thing to her father, at least what she thought a father should be like, had lied to her from the very beginning. But that's all it was, lies. They were hardly of value and stood nothing but wind against the course of actions. Walter, or whatever his name was, was a man of action and one more readily followed than any she had ever known. Still, she couldn't help but feel the loss of blood circulation in her hands as her knuckles turn white, her fists clenched into hard weapons of iron and anger. How could he grip her so tight, pull her from perdition, and do so against upon wings of such cumbersome myth. The Lord of the Sorrow, the Lord of Pain, why did it matter? Why couldn't he have just been honest, an expectation he placed on everyone else, including her. And now, she stood the closest thing to his second, just behind Durant, and she couldn't help but feel the sting of betrayal. They're had to be a reason for it, they're just had to be. Otherwise, that man more readily trusted Kuat to her hands than the truth of his identity, which would have been gladly wrapped in the hostile nature of her protective integrity. Had he told Durant, that boot scum, before he had told her? What about Rostuddin? Did Gideon know? What about Thuldin? Questions fumbled about in her mind, wrapping around her brain stem and nearly crippling what motivation she had. It was a torrent, a hurricane, embossing the energy and focus within her, as she felt the sudden epiphany of it. Anger stemmed from her as thorns from a rose as she looked back to the Lord of Atrocity and gave a nod, her emerald eyes aglow with intent and purpose.
"Lord of Sorrow, Lord of Pain. Name means little, action is what we look for." Kaserp looked towards Gulliver Foyle, a man who had been given immeasurable responsibility and done quite well with it. Normally, she would feel a tinge of jealousy for future reciprocated appreciation given to this man by the Lord of whatever he was. But now wasn't the time for that, now was the time to save this planet and save the Dark Tide. If anyone was going to bring the universe to it's knees, it was this group, not the Whores of Mandalore. She looked back to Sinistra, obviously moved in some way by this news, and nodded.
"They haven't landed, but if they do, they wont stand for long." She knew she shouldn't take to the field, but it was the charge of the commander to command. She couldn't do it from this tent, she couldn't push the vanguard out by guarding the sideline. She felt the adrenaline rise in her, a sudden desire to cruise the battlefield quickly followed after. "Communications are encrypted but open. We'll send the men to Diathim's fist. I will spurn words of preparedness in place of the observation of it. If you need me, just ring, I will be tending to his flock." With that, she exited the tent almost violently and sent communications to Roas Sosiri. Undoubtedly the best sniper that she knew of, especially under her explicit power. The wrist flared and his blurry visage appeared before her, keeping pace with her hastened step.
"I need you in an LAAT now with several of your best. You are to move towards Drebin's pass and, if you can, interrupt the skirmish occurring on Diathim's fist with sniper fire."
Aye boss, I figure we can put somefin together. Any point of contact?
"No, no direct engagement. Just provide supporting fire for Lord Re...Lord Avius." She wouldn't use that name, not until she had heard it from the man himself. Besides, Raos wouldn't understand the weight of such a name.
Lord Avius is on the fist? What in da hell is he doing up der?
"Engaging Ashrah Intalbo, Mandalor."
Well hot damn. I suppose we'll be getting a move on then. Roas out.
The wrist quieted down, the flash of blue and white disappearing as Kaserp strode out towards the defense array.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2013 23:20:59 GMT -8
Several hours later, once Gulliver was off shift.
All around the table, eyes were narrowed. Sweat poured from many a brow, and the tension was cloyingly thick. Gulliver glared at the man directly opposite; all opposition had been eliminated, the weak cast aside like chaff from grain. Only they remained, locked in an epic battle that would only end with the complete humiliation of the loser.
The man glared back, but licked the sweat off his upper lip nervously.
"Got any sixes," he asked, eyes intent.
For a long moment, Gulliver simply glared back, his expression unchanging. Slowly but surely, however, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. No one would dare confuse the facial expression for a smile, however. This was a nexu baring its fangs before sinking them into its prey's unsuspecting neck.
"Go. Fish."
The hatred that poured off the other man was palpable as he reached for the deck, staring at the last remaining card in the merc's hand.
"Got any eights?"
The crowd around the table all leaned forward expectantly. The man glared at the card he had just pulled from the deck, swore violently, and tossed it across to his opponent.
"Take it, motherfucker."
Gulliver didn't gloat, didn't shout. He simply leaned back in his chair contentedly as he pair the last remaining card in his hand with the contribution from his opponent's hand. This had been a hard fought battle, but in the end, victory had been his. Why gloat? He knew it, and so did everyone else. It might not be quite the same as taking on the Mando horde, but they were all out to lunch at the moment, so this would have to do.
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Dec 29, 2013 9:55:15 GMT -8
As Ram stood, he let Sin assess and deal with the matters before her. He knew that for now his presence would aid as a show of force for her to let her know what she had to pack her up, allowing for the moments to pass by and she could properly figure out her next move. The other figures in the tent piped in as she finished, the large merc and the smaller by comparison commander, each being associated with their own tasks. As Kaserp disappeared in a flurry of motion, her stride almost as quick as Sin's while she approached the tent, Ram stepped forward after being beckoned by Sin. His eyes darted over and studied the monitor, taking note of the defensive lines, shield generator and ion cannons.
As he took a very quick second to formulate a plan in his own head, the many years of combat and battle behind him driving his assessment forth, his hand waved in front of him like conducting an invisible orchestra. Battle was much the same at the top. You knew what it was was that needed to be done, you directed and indicated to all of the others on how they should be doing it, constantly keeping time and enforcing teamwork and cohesion, while hoping that they were all adept and competent enough in their craft to be able to execute things perfectly and enable the show to be a success.
Glancing over to another holo monitor which displayed their orbats and troop dispositions and the overall blue force trace, he noted a few key positions and formations.
"I know the stakes, and it seems that I'll have a significant amount of firepower to help with that. There are two infantry and armoured battalions paired with the opposite unit type acting as a roving defense, with comms open, and I'll open up to direct them as necessary. If they get through, they'll be many bodies fewer because of it.
Ram looked again to Sin to confirm and took his leave soon after, making his way to the shield generator. Opening a comms channel with the Bn commanders, Diux let them all connect in on the holo call as he strode before introducing himself.
Gentlemen, I am Ramiel Diux, Lord of Vengeance, and the task of heading up the shield generator defense has fallen to me, and of course you. You've been directed to have the boys moving in packs, and as they come under contact, the other closest formations will act as QRF and take down the offender. I will be at the shield generator and my comms line will be open to you, and I expect the same for you. I'll be monitoring the overall blue and red force activity and will advise you as required so that we can end these thug's attempts and playing war and head in for a few pints.
It reminded him for a moment of the Angels of Black, his own Legion which were presently stationed on Balmorra. They had taken casualties recently, from an enemy they couldn't even see, the nightmare of any soldier. Being blasted from orbit and then running away, it was almost cowardly for the mandalorians. Despite that, he felt himself wishing that Cadix, his Legion Commander, was here to help him out, the man had spent almost his entire life in command positions, but for now it was him and he new the gravity of failure. His pace quickened as the building silhouette came into sight.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2013 20:22:08 GMT -8
The scout network of the estate extends 50 kilometers past the first phase line of the Estate's active defenses. The scouts work in two man teams, operating out of camouflaged hides. Each team is in charge of a network of passive sensors, to include thermal, seismic, and EM detectors, as well as powerful microphones and automated cameras. If a sensor is tripped, each team has a supply of three probe droids, each equipped with a similar sensor suite, as well as active radar. The probe droids will be sent out to investigate potential incursions.
While it is impossible to completely saturate such a large area perfectly, the scout network forms an unbroken more or less circular-type thingie around the area.
While the city is far too large to be saturated to the same extent, the more likely avenues of approach are covered. Additionally, several high altitude recon probe droids provide "top down" radar coverage for the area. While the units aren't particularly stealthy, they are quite small, and at 5,000 meters in altitude, not much in the way of ground weaponry can accurately target them, and certainly not without revealing the location.
The estate houses a powerful lidar unit capable of tracking targets out to 500 kilometers with precision. While the city obstructs the lidar, several smaller units on the outskirts cover the gap.
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Post by Ashrah on Jan 2, 2014 7:40:35 GMT -8
His 'Father's' saber blazed to life and cut a semi circle in the mud, the rain hissing as it pelted off the crimson stream of plasma. Ashrah stalked forward, his breath coming in long even repetitions. He focused on the man across from him, standing rather smug and full of himself. A trait he both admired and despised. When faced with ones death, one should always greet Kad with a beskad in hand and war cry on ones lips.
Rain. Why was it always rain. All they needed now was his ship to explode and burn in the background for hours....Wouldn't that be something...Not gonna happen though, I like the little freighter too much. His focus was on Reverance. The man who was behind his creation. For all intents and purposes, the man who caused the galaxy spreading war, and the blight on Forcies that was Ashrah. Ironic. Fitting. Poetic Justice. Pick one as they were all apt in this situation. His vision narrowed, tunneling as it were, and he stumbled. A static flash, his right hand against his temple, the cold metal of the custom blade resting against his flesh....His eyes squeezed shut....Darkness, speckled with flashes of light...Broken glass, test tubes and reconstruction chambers.....Bacta tanks and hoses....One man in tattered pants, shirtless, sweating....Angry, no memories of a past he never had. He snapped back to the present and he was on one knee, propped up by the weapon in his left hand. He shook his head violently and stood up, refocusing on the man in front of him....He knew it wasn't the Force affecting him..For obvious reasons. It was time to end this.....
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Post by Delmani Altic on Jan 2, 2014 15:26:43 GMT -8
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The Hati SS-54 Assault Ship, ~500 Kilometers above Kuat surface, ~700 Kilometers South-East of Kuat City The Hati and her accompanying vessel, an LAAT/i gunship, sped towards the surface of Kuat at great speed, intent on ferrying their passengers, GALSAF's Black Operations Commandos, to the landing zone on the planet's surface. They had escaped medium orbit without pursuit, though Delmani could not be sure they would remain undetected for the duration of their approach. He only had a general idea of where they were going to land, though as the planet's surface drew closer, Delmani was able to search the planet below for the best drop point. Kuat was covered in plains and canyons that marred its surface like green bruises and grey veins. As Delmani considered their options, he identified several of the enormous canyons that riddled the planet's surface. Until they dropped closer to sea level, however, he would be unable to see the terrain features closer to Kuat City, which was to be their destination.Tatham. Delmani muttered over the comlink, running his eyes back and forth over the troop bay's outside display. Set us down in one of the canyons South-East of the city, but keep our approach broad. We'll have to cover most of the distance on foot, but I'd rather not be spotted. Delmani felt the vessel shift under his bottom, tearing downward to the planet's surface. They were still a several minutes out from low altitude, but Delmani hoped the wide berth they were giving the city and the military compound would help them avoid detection. Even if they were spotted, the canyons would make a superb place to lose any followers or would-be attackers. He knew there was no chance of Tagira getting himself and the rest of the force down without detection, though if his Black Operations Group could make it unnoticed they would stand a better chance of entering the city unseen.Keep your distance, Kaytra. Delmani reminded the woman as they continued their approach. We'll want to stick well outside their sensor range. The outer most defenses of the compound are well outside our scope, but they're bound to have elements in the area that might spot us.Their plan was to drop more or less straight down over 700 kilometers South-East of Kuat City, which would put them well out of range of any sensor stations or reconnaissance elements dedicated to the military compound, then skim the surface of the planet through the canyons to avoid detection from other elements in support of the city. Of course, Delmani knew he couldn't win them all, but he could certainly try. The sensor absorbing paint schemes of their vessels and the subdued colors should prove effective at thwarting most distanced sensor scans, though a dedicated scan at a range of around 15 kilometers certainly stood a chance of picking up on their presence, provided the searching elements could function at those distances. |
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Post by Electrix on Jan 2, 2014 15:57:19 GMT -8
Electrix approached Lord Sinistra's position, having come from the Estate. It felt good being dressed in his traditional black garb. His hood cover all but the lower part of his face, just as Palpatine's did. He strode to Sinistra with confidence, invigorated to be alive once again. Once within hearing distance he spoke to her as he bowed to her.
Lord Sinistra, how may a servant of the dark help to spread its influence?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2014 17:32:56 GMT -8
*Kaytra tipped her head slightly towards the cargo listening to what Delmani Altic said, even though she could hear him clearly over her comlink. Using the canyons as cover was a good idea, risky, but good. She altered the gunships course and dropped lower towards the planets surface. The ship dropped rapidly towards the ground below, shaking slightly as it did. This didn't concern her though, it was a feeling she felt almost everyday of her life. No, something else was bothering her.*
::It's going to be a tight squeeze down there Altic. Little room for error for flying and spotting hostiles when you're dirt side.::
*She wasn't against the plan. She was just stating the obvious hazards the would come with it. They had dropped close to another hundred Kilometers and were closing in on low altitude in a hurry. Kaytras mind drifted from her control panel for a moment as she tipped her head towards the cargo bay. She finally might have figured out what the strange gut feeling was.*
::Hey Altic. Have you ever had that feeling that...you know.:: *She couldn't bring herself to say it. The fact that now, for the first time on any mission, that she might not make it back. That her and her ship wouldn't be leaving this planet in one piece. She paused for a moment, thinking on her next words, instead she just let out what was on her mind.* ::I wasn't always a good person Altic. I did some nasty things to good people before I joined GALSAF. That doesn't matter now I guess, just the here and now. So when this is over, keep safe.:: *She wasn't sure why she said it, but it made the pit in her stomach all the more real. Turning back to the control panel, she regained her focus on the task at hand.*
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Post by Delmani Altic on Jan 3, 2014 15:46:03 GMT -8
Delmani heard Kaytra's words ring quietly in his ears, somber and morose. Are you comin' on to me, Leftenant? He said gruffly, half-joking. After a moment he offered a more serious reply. I killed Jedi under the orders of a psychotic Sith Lord long before you were gallivanting about as a pirate. We've all done bad things, Tatham. Hell, most would say were doing bad things now, so don't let the past get to you. Delmani had never been the type for good words, but Tatham was a solid pilot and a good commando, which was all that mattered at the moment, and he hoped he had helped. Maybe he should have told her that instead, but just couldn't bring himself to say it. Just focus on the mission. Keep yourself alive, and us.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 18:30:26 GMT -8
*Kaytras black and green cybernetic eyes never left the cockpit window as Altic spoke to her. What he told her eased her nerves slightly, but something still didn't feel right to her. She remained silent as they dropped ever closer towards the planet, before giving her consul a quick glance. Nothing was tailing them, so far anyway. She looked out the window at the canyon below and built a mental map of where she was taking her ship. Picking a section where several smaller canyons joined together. She angled the Hati towards the section and relayed the information to the LAAT following her. Hitting several switches across the command consul, she gave the gunship more forward momentum. Deciding it was time to break the silence, she spoke without looking away from her task.*
::I know what we're doing might not be right. I'm used to not doing good things, but it's better then what I've done.:: *She flexed her hand some, listening to the servos whine inside her hand.* ::Don't worry. I'll keep us alive.:: *She paused for a moment before speaking again.* ::Thanks Altic. When this is over I'm buying you a drink, and no I'm not comin' on to you.::
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 23:53:52 GMT -8
The four remaining ships started reforming into a maneuvering line, each ship maneuvering in a defined area while still maintaining a line ahead as they rolled over the top of the disc of Kuat Drive Yards. The last unaltered Mishmure'cya class ship, the Orar, lead the way, its five projected shield generators angled out in front of it, each set slightly apart from the one in front, and angled a different direction to optimally shift fire away from the front of the ship coming from the ground. Shield strength was increased to the front and starboard side of the ship, the expected side that would be engaged by the heaviest fire from the enemies w-165 turbolasers. The four ships shuddered as they launched their missiles that arced in three different directions away from the ships as they took the shortest route to their respective targets, none was quite ahead of the line, and two obviously different. One hundred superheavy concussion missiles and 100 heavy proton torpedoes were aimed at one grid coordinate, 120 heavy proton torpedoes and 60 assault concussion missiles aimed at a second, and 60 assault concussion missiles aimed at the last, the one that the Orar would have the best firing opportunity at first as it came around the edge of the planet. There wouldnt be time enough for a reload to launch and the missiles to get to their targets in time. As the line came around further, they dropped closer to the planet, but shed velocity, and moved slightly north, making sure to keep the bulk of the planet between themselves and that accursed Sovereign class Star Dreadnaught.
The sensor technician that first noticed the attack had been reading through reports of two separate thermal blooms that suggested craft entering the atmosphere when the attack was first detected. She quickly logged the last known location of the signatures, knowing full well that they were probably stealthed scout ships, and turned her attention towards the more immediate threat."Sir! We have approximately 400-500 incoming missiles. They appear to be targeting the W-165's." Gulliver nodded."Anything that might get through the shield?" The technician shook her head."No sir. We'll be blind for a minute or so as the radiation clears, but the shields should hold." "Very well. Sound the incoming alarm, just in case. Don't want anyone getting blinded." "Yes sir." All throughout the compound, alarms began to sound as soldiers and civilians alike sought cover. Those that were unable to leave their posts would either don blast goggles or activate the glare filters in their helmets. Flash blindness was the only real danger presented by the attack, but it was a very real one. A sufficiently powerful baradium charge could come within a few orders of magnitude of a star in terms of brightness, and were more than capable of burning through unprotected retinas."Impact of first bogey in 30 seconds. Estimated last will hit in approximately 45." "Any chance of overpressure setting off mines?" The technician did a little mental math."None whatsoever." "Word." |
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Post by Walter Avius on Jan 13, 2014 8:22:09 GMT -8
Memories were an interesting thing. Sometimes they were eternal, forever the foundation in which perception and personality formed upon. Other times, it could cut through the person like a hot blade, reminding them of where they came from. Walter had known the intrusion often, afflicted by a past that constantly rewrote itself. It wasn't long ago that he believed himself the resurrected edition of a Sion long ago lost; the pressure of his parasitic twin always conjuring new stories to elevate itself. And it had worked for the longest time as the body was forced to toss away integrity and conviction to retain control from a mentality with only a brain to clasp to. So when his creation, his prodigy, fell to the ground in a gasp of breath and pain, Walter was all too aware of the circumstances.
To hide in plain sight was the greatest deception a man could sup upon. It could feed a created life, swell it's corporeal realization, like air in a tire. Walter was no man of discipline in his former life; a chaotic entity tethered to this universe in only the purpose of destruction. It was bad blood he sought, soaking and dripping from the flesh, drowning the universe in a wave of hot redemption. The fire was what he had always wished for, the only solution to the problem that was sentience. It wasn't just Sith or Mandalorians or Jedi's, it was everything and the wave of destruction that followed quickly after. It had inflamed his power and potential much like the deception of his militaristic life now engrained his purpose. As he realized the dissolution of his inner being through the outward projection of an unrelenting man hell bent on warfare, he had found the ultimate solution to his problem, the ultimate method of silencing his inner being. Still, he wished to lose it all one day, to the fire, and quietly he mourned that he would forever be disappointed by the inability of his enemies to bring him his greatest desire. Maybe Ashrah could give him what he wanted...or maybe he couldn't and Walter would continue to grow from the discontent stemming from a child who would never make his father proud.
As Ashrah fell to the ground, gripped with memories of a life pushed upon him, Walter, in a show of literal irony, sent a blast of force towards him in the form of a Force Push. It wasn't aimed at Ashrah, it was aimed at his armor. When a person runs their car into a wall, they don't actually hit the wall. Nevertheless, the wall is the direct result of their injury, smashing their armored vehicle against them. In the same way, Walter reveals just the slightest hint of his aura once more, like a smith hammering an anvil, and aims the force push directly at Ashrah's kneeling chest. If he was going to exhibit weakness, Walter was going to make him pay for the viewing.
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Post by Taung H'rel on Jan 13, 2014 19:47:40 GMT -8
Three Mandalorian Mandokar class Star Frigates pushed their way down into the atmosphere. Their shields shoving the planetary gasses aside and protecting the hulls from the heat of friction as they rocketed through it well beyond the speed of sound. On the ground below some minutes from now the sonic shockwaves that would be interpreted as massive twin thunderclaps, six claps in all would most likely be interpreted as a direct assault against the planet itself. Slowly the ships slowed below the speed of sound as they continued to drop towards the ground, rapidly closing the distance on Kuat City, their path curving slightly to take them past the city. The fact that they continued to lose altitude as they closed the distance served not only to put the ships at their intended landing zone, but also kept them below the horizon from the planets still formidable w-165 ground to orbit turbolasers that had earlier in the battle flayed a Nebula class Star Destroyer like an lightsaber would a sardine...it wasnt a pretty holo.
In the holds the soldiers prepared themselves, and their vehicles for combat. Most would actually leave the three craft before the ships got close enough to the ground to deliver the heaviest artillery vehicles as they were the only ones that couldnt be carried or fly themselves. In cockpits pilots had their engines warmed to standby and shields and weapons powered, just waiting for the word to begin streaming from the bays that both protected them and confined them. Of all of them, only the 170 Primm'uliik droids were not nervous or excited. They stood their ground at the front ranks, waiting in a way that only a droid could as they seemed to wait to leap off their leashes and into another battle.
It wouldnt be long now...the kilometers slipped by quickly. It was expected that they would start attracting the attention of enemy fighters at any moment.
Taung stopped next to one of the few MAAT Gunships that didnt have a vehicle attached to it and looked up at the unusually tall armored, but unarmed figure that stood there amongst his troops.
::Hope you don't mind being in the mud and blood Demarus, cause things are going to be a bit brutal down there. Mechanized warfare is such a dispassionate way of fighting, but a more intimate one I think. I'll do what I can to deliver you back to Sinistra, but there are no guarantees in a battle like this.::
With that Taung moved off to join his selected teams of commandos.
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