It's kind of how I wanted it to be... I feel like the writing gets a bit convoluted. Let me know if there are issues and I'll sort them out.
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With every step he took, Master Krik could feel the Force growing stronger around him. Commander Blue had rallied his men and the 117th was advancing, and the AT-TE walkers were finally in position atop the towers. The only piece of the puzzle yet to fall into place was Zeta's men bringing down the shields. The 117th were making surprisingly good progress, apart from one unexpected obstacle. In all honesty Krik had expected the Separatists would be smart and stay entrenched in their stronghold. Instead, the 117th was in severe danger of being outflanked. Super battle droids were baring down on the clone forces, while groups of B1 battle droids swept down the streets on either side of the clones, taking up offensive positions in the surrounding buildings.
The droids were getting ever closer, and the clone front line was scattered among the rubble and debris, their only hope f avoiding the laser fire. Commander Blue had taken cover in a nearby building, issuing commands to his officers. General Krik was fighting among the clones, willing their battle line forward at an agonizingly slow pace. While the shields were still active, the AT-TEs could not target the anti-air cannons within the facility, and so were instead focusing on the super battle droids advancing on the clone army. Krik sheltered behind a low piece of concrete embedded into the ground, looking back on his army. The AT-TEs supporting his forces from the ground had moved up but were struggling with the difficult terrain. Still, the four laser cannons on the front of each walker and their mass-driver cannons made short work of the droids advancing on their forces.
His attention snapped back to the battle at hand when the clone to his left took a volley of laser fire as he stood to shoot, falling to the ground with his armor smoldering. Krik brought his lightsaber up near to his face and stood, standing defiant against the metal tide before him. Less than gracefully, the Jedi vaulted over his cover, hurtling into the nearest droid and sending it crashing into several others. He swung left, and a droid fell in half. He swung right, and another was without its blaster arm. Reaching out with the force, Master Krik grabbed hold of the disarmed droid and hurled it into the crowd, knocking over and pinning down a couple more. A cannon shot from an AT-TE zipped over his head, sending up a cloud of dust and twisted metal about 15 metres ahead. The Ongree Jedi continued his hacking and slashing, carving his way through droid after droid, trying to force his way through their ranks and create an opening for his men.
Just as Krik sliced one droid in half down the middle, and the one to his left went down in a hail of blue laser fire, the first anti-air gun went up. The explosion shook the ground, and the debris tumbled down to the street, kicking up a wicked storm of dust and shrapnel that engulfed the street for a few minutes. The AT-TEs mounted on the sides of the buildings had begun to target the anti-air towers as well now that the main push was finally making progress. Still, Krik was relying on Commander Blue's leadership to organize a way to prevent the droid flank.
Fighting in the dust was near impossible. The Ongree were amphibious and tended to stay in the water; the dust stung his eyes and throat, not to mention reducing visibility. Krik felt as though he might choke. In the dust, every laser seemed brighter, and it became eerily reminiscent of the combat that Krik had part-taken in on Geonosis. Soon enough however, the dust cleared, the intensity of the fighting increased. But the main change was that the faint red glow over the core of the facility was gone. Zeta's men had done it.
Krik cut down another droid, taking a strange delight in the way his blade seared through the metal, before turning and trying to locate Commander Blue. He found the Commander among the rubble, fighting on and pushing up alongside his men. The Jedi General crouched down beside him. "Commander. We are making good progress. The shields are down. Order all AT-TEs to target the enemy defences. If we carry on the way we are going, this won't last much longer." And just like that, he was gone again, back into the fray.
Sure enough, almost the instant that Krik returned to the thick of the fighting, the earth began to shake as dozens of mass-driver cannons began to bombard the facility. Krik was concerned that they would reduce the facility to something they could not defend, but if that did indeed end up being the case then they could fall back to Fort Garrick until they found a solution. That was assuming, of course, that General Lencer's assault had been successful. The crowd of super battle droids was beginning t thin out now, and as Krik slashed down yet another, he turned, roaring at his men to advance and spurring them into a charge. The 117th Battalion rushed forth, making short work of the remaining droid forces and pushing hard onto the complex. The vice was closing. Krik turned to the clone Captain at his side, one of Blue's officers. "Contact Blue and get a sitrep from the other Battalion Commanders. We must squeeze this stronghold together if we are to succeed." The Captain nodded, and did as he was bid. That seemed to be the way with these clone troopers.
Krik admired their ferocity, their loyalty, their courage, but most of all he admired their spirit. Even when things had been at their very bleakest, not a single man would dare think of anything but victory. It was in their blood. These soldiers were born and bred for war, and now, Krik realized, he was at the head of one of the most fearsome forces in the galaxy. Each of his clones had proven their worth today. The General was proud. They had pushed on the facility with incredible speed and flexibility, demonstrated clearly by Zeta's men's impromptu plan to lower the unexpected shield. Now, they had punched through the Separatist defences, and the first phase of their campaign on Ord Mantell was almost complete. Indeed, the Force was with them.
The droids were getting ever closer, and the clone front line was scattered among the rubble and debris, their only hope f avoiding the laser fire. Commander Blue had taken cover in a nearby building, issuing commands to his officers. General Krik was fighting among the clones, willing their battle line forward at an agonizingly slow pace. While the shields were still active, the AT-TEs could not target the anti-air cannons within the facility, and so were instead focusing on the super battle droids advancing on the clone army. Krik sheltered behind a low piece of concrete embedded into the ground, looking back on his army. The AT-TEs supporting his forces from the ground had moved up but were struggling with the difficult terrain. Still, the four laser cannons on the front of each walker and their mass-driver cannons made short work of the droids advancing on their forces.
His attention snapped back to the battle at hand when the clone to his left took a volley of laser fire as he stood to shoot, falling to the ground with his armor smoldering. Krik brought his lightsaber up near to his face and stood, standing defiant against the metal tide before him. Less than gracefully, the Jedi vaulted over his cover, hurtling into the nearest droid and sending it crashing into several others. He swung left, and a droid fell in half. He swung right, and another was without its blaster arm. Reaching out with the force, Master Krik grabbed hold of the disarmed droid and hurled it into the crowd, knocking over and pinning down a couple more. A cannon shot from an AT-TE zipped over his head, sending up a cloud of dust and twisted metal about 15 metres ahead. The Ongree Jedi continued his hacking and slashing, carving his way through droid after droid, trying to force his way through their ranks and create an opening for his men.
Just as Krik sliced one droid in half down the middle, and the one to his left went down in a hail of blue laser fire, the first anti-air gun went up. The explosion shook the ground, and the debris tumbled down to the street, kicking up a wicked storm of dust and shrapnel that engulfed the street for a few minutes. The AT-TEs mounted on the sides of the buildings had begun to target the anti-air towers as well now that the main push was finally making progress. Still, Krik was relying on Commander Blue's leadership to organize a way to prevent the droid flank.
Fighting in the dust was near impossible. The Ongree were amphibious and tended to stay in the water; the dust stung his eyes and throat, not to mention reducing visibility. Krik felt as though he might choke. In the dust, every laser seemed brighter, and it became eerily reminiscent of the combat that Krik had part-taken in on Geonosis. Soon enough however, the dust cleared, the intensity of the fighting increased. But the main change was that the faint red glow over the core of the facility was gone. Zeta's men had done it.
Krik cut down another droid, taking a strange delight in the way his blade seared through the metal, before turning and trying to locate Commander Blue. He found the Commander among the rubble, fighting on and pushing up alongside his men. The Jedi General crouched down beside him. "Commander. We are making good progress. The shields are down. Order all AT-TEs to target the enemy defences. If we carry on the way we are going, this won't last much longer." And just like that, he was gone again, back into the fray.
Sure enough, almost the instant that Krik returned to the thick of the fighting, the earth began to shake as dozens of mass-driver cannons began to bombard the facility. Krik was concerned that they would reduce the facility to something they could not defend, but if that did indeed end up being the case then they could fall back to Fort Garrick until they found a solution. That was assuming, of course, that General Lencer's assault had been successful. The crowd of super battle droids was beginning t thin out now, and as Krik slashed down yet another, he turned, roaring at his men to advance and spurring them into a charge. The 117th Battalion rushed forth, making short work of the remaining droid forces and pushing hard onto the complex. The vice was closing. Krik turned to the clone Captain at his side, one of Blue's officers. "Contact Blue and get a sitrep from the other Battalion Commanders. We must squeeze this stronghold together if we are to succeed." The Captain nodded, and did as he was bid. That seemed to be the way with these clone troopers.
Krik admired their ferocity, their loyalty, their courage, but most of all he admired their spirit. Even when things had been at their very bleakest, not a single man would dare think of anything but victory. It was in their blood. These soldiers were born and bred for war, and now, Krik realized, he was at the head of one of the most fearsome forces in the galaxy. Each of his clones had proven their worth today. The General was proud. They had pushed on the facility with incredible speed and flexibility, demonstrated clearly by Zeta's men's impromptu plan to lower the unexpected shield. Now, they had punched through the Separatist defences, and the first phase of their campaign on Ord Mantell was almost complete. Indeed, the Force was with them.
I will begin writing another post for Krik now. How far do you want me to take it? the shields are down, the AT-TEs are in position, we just have to finish the assault from here I guess?
With the gunship doors closed, everything suddenly seemed to become so much more real. Jiyan Krik stood in the dim red light, wedged among a dozen and a half or so clone troopers, including Commander Blue and one of his Lieutenants. The chatter was idle, but Krik stayed silent. He was entirely focused on the task at hand. Two hours ago he had given the order to jump to Ord Mantell, and since then he had done nothing but meditate, preparing himself for the battle at hand. Now, however, he stood in the passenger area of an LAAT gunship, still in the hangar, waiting for the signal to head planetside.
The wait seemed to drag on forever. In the distance, the sounds of a naval battle indicated that the Red Draigon and the three other Venators had made contact with the Separatist blockade. Krik's thoughts fell briefly on whether or not he had made the right call. If the fleet failed to penetrate the blockade then the assault was doomed to fail as well. Either way, men would die today, and it would be at Krik's command. But if he let himself get caught up in guilt, he would fail as a General.
After what seemed like hours but could have only been minutes, Krik heard the whir of the gunship engines and felt it lift from the hangar floor. The chatter among the clones picked up, and the Lieutenant's name was revealed to be Kai. Despite the situation, the clones seemed to be utterly without fear. This is what they were trained for, Krik tried to remind himself. It was reassuring to see such eagerness from his men. The gunship jolted slightly as the gunships entered the atmosphere, and almost instantly the boom of the anti-air guns grew deafening. Krik could hear explosions either side, but it was difficult to tell whether they were detonating flak rounds or if another LAAT had just been shot down.
"I'm going to have to land sir, this can't be flown through." The pilot's voice came over the comm. A new wave of excitement rushed through the men in the passenger bay. This was finally it. The gunship touched down, skidding a few feet along the ground before finally reaching a stop. The sound of the guns grew louder, and the air became thick with the ring of blaster fire. The light switched to green. The doors slid open.
Krik flicked his lightsaber from his wrist, and the blue blade hummed into life. The Jedi Master went into autopilot, running from the gunship into the thick of the battle. He could hear screams behind him, to the left and to the right. Battle cries, cries for help, cries of pain. Krik deflected an incoming laser bolt, and then another, and then another. Bolts of red tore down towards General Krik's forces, and bolts of blue rushed back to meet them. Until the AT-TEs were in place atop the surrounding towers, there was little the First Regiment could do to force an advance. For now it was a game of getting as close as they could with minimal casualties. Krik sheltered behind the wreckage of an LAAT gunship and Commander Blue came up at his side.
Krik looked back at his troops. The majority of them had made it to ground, but they had landed much closer than they had intended, and right into the firefight. The first AT-TEs were beginning their ascent of the buildings, and some were landing in support of Blue's battalion. Their mass-driver cannons let out a tremendous boom as they sent crowds of battle droids flying. Krik's attention was devoted to a nearby LAAT. It was smoldering and cries could be heard from inside. Two clone troopers were prying the door open. "Get away from there!" Krik shouted to the pair, but his voice was lost among the cacophony of blaster fire and explosions. Both clones entered, and a moment later the flames engulfed them as the ship exploded. There was so much death already and the day was only just beginning.
"Commander Blue." Krik turned his attention back to the Clone at his side. "Rally your men and prepare to advance. I will lead the charge and try to draw the majority of the fire. We just have to push on slowly until the AT-TE walkers are in position." Krik glanced at the nearest tower. Two walkers were crawling up the side, and were close to the top. "If we get caught up here, our assault is doomed to failure." Krik left the commander with that, and jumped up over the LAAT, back into the line of fire. Instantly a target, the Ongree Jedi stood at the tip of the spear, flicking away red bolts with ease as they hurtled towards his men. The AT-TEs would not be fully effective until Commander Zeta's men took out the shield, Krik knew, but for now all they could do was fight on. Jiyan Krik just hoped that Vail's forces were faring better than his own.
The wait seemed to drag on forever. In the distance, the sounds of a naval battle indicated that the Red Draigon and the three other Venators had made contact with the Separatist blockade. Krik's thoughts fell briefly on whether or not he had made the right call. If the fleet failed to penetrate the blockade then the assault was doomed to fail as well. Either way, men would die today, and it would be at Krik's command. But if he let himself get caught up in guilt, he would fail as a General.
After what seemed like hours but could have only been minutes, Krik heard the whir of the gunship engines and felt it lift from the hangar floor. The chatter among the clones picked up, and the Lieutenant's name was revealed to be Kai. Despite the situation, the clones seemed to be utterly without fear. This is what they were trained for, Krik tried to remind himself. It was reassuring to see such eagerness from his men. The gunship jolted slightly as the gunships entered the atmosphere, and almost instantly the boom of the anti-air guns grew deafening. Krik could hear explosions either side, but it was difficult to tell whether they were detonating flak rounds or if another LAAT had just been shot down.
"I'm going to have to land sir, this can't be flown through." The pilot's voice came over the comm. A new wave of excitement rushed through the men in the passenger bay. This was finally it. The gunship touched down, skidding a few feet along the ground before finally reaching a stop. The sound of the guns grew louder, and the air became thick with the ring of blaster fire. The light switched to green. The doors slid open.
Krik flicked his lightsaber from his wrist, and the blue blade hummed into life. The Jedi Master went into autopilot, running from the gunship into the thick of the battle. He could hear screams behind him, to the left and to the right. Battle cries, cries for help, cries of pain. Krik deflected an incoming laser bolt, and then another, and then another. Bolts of red tore down towards General Krik's forces, and bolts of blue rushed back to meet them. Until the AT-TEs were in place atop the surrounding towers, there was little the First Regiment could do to force an advance. For now it was a game of getting as close as they could with minimal casualties. Krik sheltered behind the wreckage of an LAAT gunship and Commander Blue came up at his side.
Krik looked back at his troops. The majority of them had made it to ground, but they had landed much closer than they had intended, and right into the firefight. The first AT-TEs were beginning their ascent of the buildings, and some were landing in support of Blue's battalion. Their mass-driver cannons let out a tremendous boom as they sent crowds of battle droids flying. Krik's attention was devoted to a nearby LAAT. It was smoldering and cries could be heard from inside. Two clone troopers were prying the door open. "Get away from there!" Krik shouted to the pair, but his voice was lost among the cacophony of blaster fire and explosions. Both clones entered, and a moment later the flames engulfed them as the ship exploded. There was so much death already and the day was only just beginning.
"Commander Blue." Krik turned his attention back to the Clone at his side. "Rally your men and prepare to advance. I will lead the charge and try to draw the majority of the fire. We just have to push on slowly until the AT-TE walkers are in position." Krik glanced at the nearest tower. Two walkers were crawling up the side, and were close to the top. "If we get caught up here, our assault is doomed to failure." Krik left the commander with that, and jumped up over the LAAT, back into the line of fire. Instantly a target, the Ongree Jedi stood at the tip of the spear, flicking away red bolts with ease as they hurtled towards his men. The AT-TEs would not be fully effective until Commander Zeta's men took out the shield, Krik knew, but for now all they could do was fight on. Jiyan Krik just hoped that Vail's forces were faring better than his own.
Did we decide on if the IC is going up today or tomorrow?
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Ord Mantell is being blockaded by the Separatist Navy. At the very beginning the only troops we have on the ground are going to be the ones that broke through the blockade. (This'll explain away having 'missing Battalions' that don't have players yet.) SO right now everyone is making planet fall for the first time. I'll definitely send Vail and the scouts to do recon on the pirate base and the droid factory once the Navy takes care of the blockade though.
Thinking on this, would there be any Airborne or Recon troops on the ground already? I am curious about how the actual landing will work.
At the moment Jiyan doesn't have a Padawan, so do we have a plan to integrate my Padawan when he/she/it arrives? It could either be a new Padawan assigned to me or there would need to be a reason for the delay.
<Snipped quote by The Scotsman>
Yeah I think that's the one.
If that's what Vail will be doing, he'll probably be working quite closely with the Recon Company of the 177th Battalion, which I am currently drafting.
As for how to start, I think that jumping right into the storm is probably the best way to get everyone involved and writing from the get-go. Flashbacks and briefings are fine but people tend to drop off if an RP doesn't get rolling quickly enough, so it's probably best to just get straight into it.
<Snipped quote by Vhagar>
You can have something like that. I would be fine with a company of scouts and a company of Jet Troopers. You could call it the 177th Specialized Battalion or something and put other kinds of 'special' infantry in there.
I did have this idea. I think I would keep it as half standard infantry, however, so that the battalion still has some non-specialist ground forces at its disposal.
Well I was thinking 177th, but I was going to have 1 company as a Recon Company, so 4 platoons of Scouts. However, I was considering an Airborne Company (basically just jet pack troopers) but I don't know hoe that would work or if it will even be allowed.
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