The Rebel Faction

The room is uncharacteristically clean. No cups of caff strewn about the room, no food crumbs litter the floor. To Beldev, this is a job of precision, not of blundering your way through the job.

Countless datacards lie in cabinets next to the vacuum black desk. A series of cracks, the sound of cramping fingers attests to the hours of work that Beldev has just completed. A computer terminal rests upon the desk, it’s screen a mass of numbers and characters. To most it would be a screen filled with nonsense, hours of time wasted. To Beldev and TRE it was the key. It was the holo-in for the receiver at the TCF home base. The unique identification number would allow Beldev to work wonders.

Weeks before, a modified holonet transmitter had replace the original. It had taken a while to narrow down the holo-in, but the time and money would be well worth it.
Beldev smiled slightly as he double-checked the file. He had managed to compact a few of his favorite programs as well as some ones he had personally written. His personal favorite was the Mynock. It has the ability to compile all the data into one file and then wipe the system by multiplying itself until it overwrites everything.

A series of key taps later the countdown started, the clocks were synchronized, at zero it would all begin and end.


A small window appears on the screen; through it a different world is seen. One of Dark Troopers. A deft keystroke and the view changes, but shows the same thing.

Beldev chuckles and opens the comm channel.

“Sire, the upload has been successful. It was disappointingly easy. Execution of Mynock awaits your command.”

With the Dark Troopers completely under Beldev's control due to the incredible slicing abilites he presented, life was made increasingly easier. Those were simply less forces they had to deal with at the Chimeran capital deep outside Sluissi City. There were only somewhere around eighty-five of the Dark Troopers left after they had begun destroying the shield generators. Now Emperor Fearsons, from his command ship the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Disruptor<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, had complete control over the evil droids. He was almost impressed at how Joe had gotten his hands on such fine technology. But of course...he was still using the Mark models...Fearsons had used the old Imperial tactic and used HUMANS as Dark troopers, training them slightly in the Force and letting them wreak havoc on whomever went before them.

These droids were too easy to get their hands on, Joe had not even considered the possibilities of a slicer like Emperor Fearsons had. Blindly uploading the holonews data with the Mylock "Virus", at least the Rogue Empire filtered everything of any suspicion before actually reading it.

Using two set joysticks to control his new toys, through the screen he could see several Chimeran soldiers running from the enemy base from Beldev's explosion. He pivoted the droid to the right and began unrelentingly fire his blaster out, tearing down the enemy wall defending the base, it was now completely unshielded and unready for an enemy attack.

Now the droids were focusing entirely on the soldiers, who had managed to take down one or two before losing more than half their forces. Fearsons could see the internal struggle of the droid as one of the technicians was inevitably screaming and crying trying to get the Dark troopers back under control. If Joe had any common sense, he'd have put self destruct or de activation mechanisms on the droids, and therefore the plan had to get back to work quickly.

The emperor was done playing around with the rebel forces, and lowered his rifle to pick off one more and began running with the other dark troopers toward the base's main structure and barracks. There was no defense as the self detonation went off, and the entire fore building caved in on itself, while the barrackses had no defense either, just exploding to the sheer might of the dark troopers.

Blaster shots rang all around the area as the last droid tried to take down as many soldiers as he could before finally falling himself. He managed to take down twenty seven before eventually exploding.




Fearsons' screen went black and his controls dead. He simply let go of the joy sticks where there was no life left. Operation: Betyrayal was a success. Next Fearsons had to lead the Rogue Empire to victory over the rebels. They'd faught long enough...it was time to end this futile chses game so Fearsons could get on to bigger, better things.

His ship was just coming into orbit around Pantolomin, there were no defenses of any kind as most were sent to Sluis Van after hearing of an imminent Rogue Imperial attack...issued by false Rogue Imperial radio waves.

Standing from his seat, the emperor strode away toward his quarters, where inside he was greeted with a large technical readout of the outlying strategy, as well as a holocom of the areas around so he could get a perfect view as to what was happening.

"Well then, let's launch a squad of TIEs and get this over with," Fearsons said quite simply, resting his hands behind his back easily. "Operation: Door Opener is now in effect."

"Sir, our vector has been calculated, initial exit estimated time to arrival, one minute."

Davin's finger brushed his eyebrow affectionately, running a seam of sweat from his forehead. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> One minute... one minute...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> He stood by the Strategic Hologram Console, monitoring the fleet formations that he held in his authority. The vast resources of the Rouge Empire extended to only the most competant commanders. At the time however, Davin Halcyon didn't seem to be entirely concentrated on his objective, and his mind sometimes faltered from his goals, to his latest domestic development.

His wife, who had bore him an offspring of the Force, had unfortunately died due to a recent outbreak of some unknown viral infection. With the sudden tragic loss of his soulmate, and with the sudden miss givings of the loss of his mother, Kyp Halcyon had sought penance and refuge amoung the famed and reveered Rouge Jedi Order. Davin protested, uring his son to concentrate his emotional fronts as vectors for destroying the Rouge Empire's dastardly foes. The terrorists daring to bare the Imperial name known as the Chimerans were trampling in defeat at their latest losses to the Rouge Empire, and their maniacle organization was soon to be shutdown in an oblivion of the same fear they had enstilled on others accross the galaxy.

Kyp had unfortunately, chosen to aid the Rouge Jedi Order along with the Emporer Fearsons, the two souls leaving for the vast gaseous Yavin system. This had deeply wounded Davin's heart, and his premonition of the situation was that Kyp's leave of absence was urged and supported by the Emporer, leaving feelings of betrayl in Davin. However, the call of duty left him in anguish of opposing interests against his duties, and his family. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Kyp must plot his own course.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"Sir, exiting on vector, in five... four..."

Relay department openned a secure frequency to the entire task force.

"... three... two..."

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Let's see what Chadd's been up to...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"... one."

The Vengeance and Avenger platforms revectored into the dimension of realspace, all systems running in smooth cohesion in tandum with other systems. Scanners indicated other Rouge Empire platforms kilometers away from Davin's detachment, engaging the enemy in a fierce land seige of the Marine Corps.

"Move the fleet into a cascading formation in radius of the designated civilian targets of Delmar and Slussie cities."

The Victory class star ships were built with precision and brutally efficient accuracy in mind, as their bombardment and seige capabilities were unmatched in any other star craft. The Victory destroyers took a flanking position to Blackblade's detachment, while the rest of the Vengeance and stalked in a covering formation a few hundred kilometers aft of the seige platforms.

"Note to all Victory destroyers, acquire target accuisition, seige guns flanking the Chimeran civilian targets on Sluis Van, fire at will."

The ships began a lethal bombardment of the surface. Volleys of particle and energy weapons beamed towards the surface of the civilian installations, destroying the cities, entire families, hearitage, leagacies to be forgotten, oblierated in an instant. Fire's raged across the surface of Delmar and Slussie, enveloping everything in their path in carnage and oblivion.

The storm troopers were tense tucked inside their assault transport, some hands shivering while others stroked their rifles out of fear. They were trained to cope with fear, but no one could actually <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> prevent<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> it from coming, especially not before battle. Staff Sergeant Yelnak was in charge of the second wave of ongoing troops, and he could see, even though their faces were hidden behind their heavy masks, that his men feared death this day.

He knew that he too was most likely going to die, but he also had no doubt in his mind that the rebellion would be quelled, the Rogue Empire would be able to show that treachery is not to be tolerated. Two million soldiers were being committed to the invasion of Sluis Van...the Chimeran scum had no defense.

Silence was becoming them, which was beginning to send the men chills...they needed something...adrenaline. Then the speaker activated.

"Clear the ramp, we drop in three seconds!" it said, and the staff sergeant felt stomach take in a sudden knot...then the ramp shot open. Gunfire was hazing the skies and ground, white boots were everywhere and the men were forced to withdraw from the transport or be destroyed.

The skies were ridden with ash, Victory Star Star Destroyers ravaging the rebel cities, one moving in bound toward the base they were raiding. It was one of the rebels' final strong holds, they had no hope of defeating the onslaught of Rogue Imperial forces here.

Yelnak leapt to the side as a laser shot from the large structure raced toward him, splashing dirt and grass up to the side of him, igniting a little flame, then an explosion to his right threw him off. There was a large ditch/trench up ahead that all the storm troopers had set up to defend themselves with...Yelnak knew he had to make it there. Two more troops died to his right before he leapt into it, trying to dodge more blaster shots.

Dirt and mud was being shot up from the trench as the poor aimed and poorly trained rebels attempted to fire. Several shots were returned by the ground soldiers, trying to hit the enemy back, chipping away at the wall defenses.

"HT-AT's to be here in two minutes," their headsets told them, but the light and medium tanks were already there and pounding the base, several of the soldiers beginning to scale the walls and batter down the enemy soldiers with the butts of their rifles.



Out in space the job was done for the others, and thus Despayre Fleet turned to withdraw, with a few support craft...that left a smaller amount of forces for Joe to fight off...but not much.

OOC

BTW Joe, your ground war is sucking ass, I destroyed all your Darktroopers with my slicer <points to the second and third and fourth posts>. 'Sides, we're not even IN the cities hitting you...we're 12 miles outside, my VSDs are pounding your cities.




The base was being torn down miraculously, the HT-AT's were there now and had already begun unleashing their heavy fore cannons, ripping into the walls...or what was left of them. Rockets spewed forth as well and several of the Chimeran personnel leapt from the gun turrets and emplacements to avoid certain death at the hands of the monstrously eerie and doom spelling creations.

The light repeating blaster atop the HT-AT's head made short work of any fleeing troops, and with a roar of Twin Ion Engines, the final bombs were placed on the enemy facility, it was gone. The enemy TIE Bombers however <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> did<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> manage to let loose their own chemical weapons...doing absolutely nothing to the storm troopers in their full gear and everything, there was no chance such a weapon could harm them.

But the virus had gotten into the air...he was now KILLING those he swore to protect. The final strong hold however...was now down, Joe had only a few select space ports left before the planet was entirely in Rogue Imperial hands.





The Vengeance Fleet's magnitude of Victory Star Destroyers were now moving toward the last three star ports, there was little hope left for Chimera Fleet. As the eclipsing Star Destroyers ported over the enemy, turbo lasers seered downward, turning the sky to ash from the flames and shadows that spewed forth from the atrocious attack.

Joe was smart with this emplacement at least...there was no civilian installations within forty miles, and that it for a good clean battle. With missiles raining down on the enemy however...clean was an under statement. What was left of the space port was now being cleared out by the marines who had been hiding away from it...toward the bushes. It was almost too easy.




The space battle was raging on, with so many turbo lasers on the enemy Star Destroyer, the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Imperial Death<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> ignited into a combusted ball of flames, sending it hovering off toward another direction....and literally exploding, leaving only a frame left. That left only three more Star Destroyers to deal with before it was all clear. The Angel Missiles grinded into the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Lusankya<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, and already the persons inside were dying or being ripped apart by the creations of the Angel Virus.

In a mere matter of moments...the screams and cries of help went silent, and the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Lusankya<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> was pilotless. With the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Death's Hand<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> charging its super laser mightily...what hope was there for the Chimera Fleet?



TCF Losses:

1 ISD
1 ISD is personless
2 space ports
1 base
2 cities
1 Planet