The Battle of Naboo: The Emperor's Retreat (DEATH ENABLED)

[Count Sam]

The Empire, for so long have the middle aged Chiss soldier despised the Empire. He had always blamed them for the fall of the Ascendancy. He has turned from an honorable General of his people to a hired gun. He had to to struggle for survival in this galaxy, and he had no one else to blame but for the Sith and for his people's alliance with the Empire at some point in history. However; this was all in the past now and the giant blue Chiss had made sure to stay out of the galaxy struggle for now, but it seemed that his fate has just brought into a clash with the Imperial soldiers.

Thomas was visiting Naboo for the purpose of training some Gungans exiles as well as Naboo native security officials. He was training them to be able to stand up against hostile enemies and defend themselves. Though it seemed that it was too late for this, and before he knew it Thomas was caught in a vicious battle between the Empire and Rebels. He was paying a visit to one of his Gungans friends as hell broke loose, and as he went out of that friend's house which was located in Charr Thomas once again got the chance to observe the Imperial machine causing destruction and death.

It was the nature of the Sith, their presence was simply a great contradiction of living. For life to exist, the Sith had to be gone and the presence of the Sith in the galaxy has only meant destruction to mankind. Thomas was armed to the teeth, as he was clad in his living fortress and was equipped with the latest Chiss weapons that were used by the Chiss armed forces before its downfall. Holding his battle rifle type Scimitar in his right, and his Charric type Sweeper in his left hand. Gladly, the Chiss weight and muscles along with his implantations has allowed him to carry more wight on him.

Slowly and silently the fully clad armored Chiss made his way through the mess to the Emperor's retreat, it seemed that this was where those Rebels were going to make a finale stand, and it seemed that this was where he had to go. As he reached the place Thomas noticed a Jedi, he was glad that there were Jedi defending the place but he knew well that this was not going to be enough.

Not saying a word, and not even introducing himself, Thomas stood their as he took battle position and was ready for the Imperials to come.

 

[Clayton]

Shar grinned as Adra began to take off her armor. "so we are going to do the roll around. Fun," he purred. Then she took three bounding leaps at him and he hissed.

Whoever said cats always landed on their feet was ignorant, or a liar. As Adra came down upon him with a kick, his surprisingly powerful hands shot out and gripper her ankle as he allowed himelf to fall backwards, bringing her momentum into his own. His feet came up as he rolled onto his back, and he planted them firmly on Adra's back and shoved her off, launching her at the fountain.

Let's see how she enjoyed the water. "Why don't you cool off," he said, immensely pleased at the opportunity to get in a one-liner. He lithely sprang to his feet and twisted around to greet her next attack.

 

[Richie B.]

The Jedi came back after running towards the imperials, saying that imperials were coming I smiled but again with my helmet no one saw how crazy he actually was. The imperials were close he could hear it the soldiers were all position in cover just outside the Emporers retreat, with 5 to the left an 2 on the right I was with the group on the right we were behind a down speeder. When we saw the imperial troopers started to move past this the corner we fired with everything we had most didn't hit but a few imperials had been hit but since most hadn't gotten past the corner so they ran back behind the corner for protections most likely thinking there was more Rebels than there actually were. The imperials would brave a look but he shot at them everytime they looked but he was missing more than he was hitting, the imperials soon started firing back an getting more braver by the minute an if they charge we would be killed but that's a battle an right now it's a small stalemate at the moment an that could easily change if the imperials charge.

 

[LaPurple]

Standing atop the gate, Saviin was forced to watch as his cavalry men clung to life in their fleeing attempts away from the enemy front lines. Gungans and Rebels were shot down alike. There was nothing the jedi could do, but to watch.

Turning to see behind him, the fastest of the men survived. They were either on speeder or beast mount. Anguish flooded through the jedi. While their task was to momentarily haulr the march, he found failure in the lives lost, but the middle of battle is no time for pity.

He jumped down from the wall to where the gate once stood. An AT-AT round went right over his head causing a major impact with the ground. It was after the newly placed turrets. If anything they had could take an AT-AT down it was a dish turret. Saviin realized this and yelled out "Focus all firepower at the front most AT-AT!" Then he turned to those not operating turrets. "Be ready to blow the entrance when those Stormtroopers get here." he said coldly.

His attention was diverted momentarily behind them. Far into the city he could see smoke and fire. There was another battle taking place within the city walls. It made him worry more about the jedi who had called out for aid. So desperately he wanted to run to them, but he could not abandon the forces at the gate; not without proper guidance at least.

Saviin turned back to the men to witness all of the turrets fire in unison against the AT-AT. The sight was one to see. It was short lived however. While they had done there job and that one AT-AT seemed to be smoking from the head, one of the many others had locked them in its sights.

In a split second, the Imperium machine fired at the dish turrets. The blast consumed the men in a ball of smoke and fire. The jedi himself was thrown back a distance. Opening his eyes, he was covered in bricks from the street and rubble. A powerful burst of the Force helped him escape the confining debris. They would have to fall back even further now..

 

[Phoenix]

Things were not going well for the defense team outside the wall, but they had done their job to slow the Imperials. After several minutes at the top of the wall, Corto realized that his position was going to be untenable as soon as they pulled back and so he opted to move before it was too late.

As he listened to the chatter over the radio he could hear that the battle at the museum was rough and considered what he could do to help. He grabbed his rifle, flipping down the scope so he could engage point targets, he made his way down the stairs to look for some reinforcements they could take to help.

Finding fighters in the city wasn't too difficult, convincing them to move positions was slightly more difficult, but after about ten minutes he had gathered about nine rebels and three gungans willing to help with the museum defense. Making the way to the museum was actually less difficult than he expected. Taking back streets and side alleys they managed to make their way fairly quickly to the museum.

He heard the Jedi say that she was taking up position in the entrance to the museum. That meant that the Imperials would be focusing on the entrance which let he and the team hit them in the side. "Rebels at the museum, I have a squad and we're going to hit the Imperial troops in the flank and then make our way to you," he warned over comms hoping someone would hear him.

Coming around the corner he saw the imperials were indeed here in force. The soldiers did a shoot and scoot all the way to the entrance. As they neared the entrance Corto fired his rifle striking one of the troopers in the chest before seeing one of his squad hit in the gut and fall to the ground. Running to the man he called for covering fire and grabbed the man by the harness of his combat uniform and started dragging him to the entrance.

 

[Richie B.]

The battle got better when the Imperials foolishly charge, we killed many before they decided to take cover an continue this firefight, but because of that we had lost a man an other was injured thankfully the guy that was injured was on his side or the Rebel wouldn't have survive. The wound was serious but Norin was skilled enough to stop the bleeding of course the injured Rebel was still in danger of dying if he didn't continue to fight for his live. The battle lasted for a while until a man on the communicated interrupted the fun.

"Rebels at the museum, I have a squad and we're going to hit the Imperial troops in the flank and then make our way to you," Great, he thought he was going to have to share this glory with someone else now.

"You better know what your doing, I don't want to be interrupted to save one of you whiny Rebels this had just gotten fun." He didn't care how crazy he sounded he was enjoying himself, it had been a long time since he had a good fight like this, plus with the Imperials outnumbering them he was glad to know that it would be a good story to tell one day.

As the fighting continue the Rebels that was suppose to join us finally came it felt longer than it actually was. They were firing an at the Imperials when one of them got hit in the gut, he let out a low growl knowing that he would have to both save the man which would force him to stop in the middle of a great battle an than tend to the injured rebel. But than a man grabbed his fallen comrade by his harness an started dragging him to the entrance. Norin smiled, at least he didn't have to go running around just to than heal that foolish rebel that got shot.

"COME ON GUYS LETS GIVE YOUR FRIENDS SOME COVERING FIRE." This got most of the remain rebels attention an they started fighting with renewed hope since they were getting help, he also started firing faster hoping to get a few more kills until he had to play doctor.

 

[Count Sam]

The Empire were charging, and it seemed that he has finally gotten into the fray. The cold blood of the Chiss warrior was melting, he was feeling the heat of the battle. It was the type of heat that he did not feel since a long time, but it seemed that he was glad to be feeling it now. Quickly, the giant blue Chiss raised both his arms, as he took aim on the upcoming Imperial soldiers and locked his targets. He then starting raining hell upon the Imperial soldiers as they felt down on the floor. There armors were getting ripped from the power of the kinetic energy and bolts that Thomas was raining upon them.

"DO NOT DIE ON ME FOLKS!!!" The Chiss shouted as he observed the upcoming AT-AT, and he clearly knew what he had to do. Thomas locked his target on the head of that monster machine that belonged to the Empire, and then he fired guided missiles from his shoulders. Of course, it was going to take more than that to bring this machine of destruction down, but well if the other Rebel soldiers were causing enough damage to it, then there was a high chance of it getting disabled at least.

The Chiss then took cover, he knew well that his armor's shield was not going to last for so long and that was why he had to take cover with the Rebels folks as they fought this hard battle. They were outnumbered and outmatched , but they had to fight with all what they had if they wanted to make a name for themselves. It was not a battle of survival for the Chiss, it was actually a battle for glory and honor. And the blue warrior only found honor in battles.

 

[The Kyzer]

The Imperial offensive was nothing short of apocalyptic in the eyes of the city's inhabitants. The outer-wall had been, for all intents and purposes, removed entirely, though this was at the cost of one of the massive AT-AT's, which was still being evacuated by its living passengers. Another AT-AT was in dire straits as it had been caught in a trap by the insurgency. It wasn't destroyed, but it's massive servos were inoperable until repairs could be affected. Of course, one of the more clever local commanders and instead transformed the downed AT-AT into a command center of sorts for a forward staging area.

Most of the outlying areas of the urban zone were either smoking or burning wreckage. However, the buildings, though ruined, made for impressive obstacles. As such, the majority of the Imperial armor, especially the AT-ATs, were forced to utilize the massive avenues that led to the heart of the city, and then onward to the Emperor's Retreat museum. As such, many of the titanic walkers began to walk in a single-file line. The much more mobile AT-ST's, on the other hand, were more than capable of traversing the more narrow side-streets along with squads of Stormtroopers. They exterminated anyone who dared to even looked like possible opposition.

Deeper in the city, the special Stormtrooper task force was quickly establishing a perimeter around the Retreat museum. They'd taken some casualties, but that was always a risk they bravely took when they donned their iconic armor. A few teams of troopers had been specifically tasked with destroying the structures around the complex that were deemed "too hazardous" to clear by force. A few of the advance-force's AT-ST's had made it to the rapidly-closing perimeter as well and were quickly making their presence felt. Whole squads of insurgents were vaporized by the attacking walkers while the Stormtroopers slaughtered the rebels in droves.

Of course, the Imperials didn't realize just how many of the defenders had made it back to the Emperor's Retreat nor how they'd used some of the ancient escape tunnels to access the city's underground sewage system. This fight was no where near over.

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It was an odd thing for Adrasteia to be outmaneuvered by an opponent in a straight forward fight, but that's exactly what had happened. Instead of feeling the feline humanoid's sternum crunch under her foot, the tall woman had been flung into the air behind her foe and into the fountain. At least she wouldn't get soaked like the fool's quip suggested. After all, it was a relatively simple thing for her to push the water with the Force out of the fountain in a powerful splash...directly at her foe.

"Kitty needed a bath," Adrasteia remarked flatly with a rare display of humor. She hopped out of the now-empty fountain before it could refill using the city's water supply and prepared to engage her foe again. She approached him again, this time throwing a quick kick with her left foot at the pilot's right oblique, which either the Farghul would catch or she would use it to post into a more devastating kick with her right at his head.

 

[Clayton]

Water! He had turned and gotten a facefull of water! He yowled angrily, whats more, she had even stolen his opportunity for a one-liner! His pupils contracted, nobody threw water on him, not even Sith. This weird, mandalorian sith was going to see that even Imperium Navy personnel knew how to fight. Her leg rose up in a kick higher than one would expect from a standing strike. Force sensitives, always taking care of their body and using the force to do insane things.

His hands dropped, the insides of his arms touching as his wrists met and his hands formed a wedge, fingers curled in at the knuckle, but not far enough that a fist was formed. The shock of impact traveled down his arms as her leg struck the cupped hands that met the strike. Shar immediately launched into a counterattack, his left hand never left Adra's body as it sped up her leg, the rasp of fur on her undersuit audible. The speeding hand left ripples in the cloth as it moved to strike her oblique. When his left had fully extended, he turned and launched a swift palm strike at her sternum, left hand returning to his body ready to defend. "I'll make you pay for that bath, Sith," he hissed.

 

[The Kyzer]

The counterattack was a bit clever, but not totally unsurprising. It was a good move. Any instructor of martial arts would have been proud of his pupil for using such a tactic. Of course, that would have been against a normal foe. An enemy armed with the Force and a host of bio-engineered enhancements, on the other hand, was a whole different monster entirely. She took the hit but twisted slightly to cause it to glance before wrapping her left arm around his right in a iron-like vise. This turn placed her a bit off-balance, however, so the Farghul's palm strike struck her solidly in the chest. Air was forced out of her lungs, but she kept a hold of her opponent's arm.

Now it was her turn to counter. Adrasteia yanked down on the pilot's arm while dropping to a crouch herself and placed her right hand on his right bicep. Using a combination of his momentum and her raw strength, she used this to throw him with astounding force...back into the fountain. The rapidly replenishing water would serve as a cool reminder of what real power was. Of course, that wasn't enough for the woman.

Summoning the Force with a deep breath, Adra concentrated the energy into her hands before shoving them forward in a K'thri-style body-blow. The result was a powerful blast of Force energy that would send her target flying across the courtyard.

 

[Clayton]

Great fangs the woman was unnaturally strong! Shar suspected this was beyond typical force sensitive abilities. As he was thrown over her shoulder and his arm slid past the Sith's face, he twisted his wrist and flexed internal muscles. Needle sharp claws erupted noiselessly from their internal sheathes to cut deep into Adrasteia's cheek.

And then he was in the damn fountain again. He yowled loudly in protest and was already scrabbling to get up when he was hit by the powerful blast of the force. Shar flew halfway across the courtyard and tumbled the rest of the way. Shar slammed to a rest against a smooth sandstone wall. The air in his lungs left explosively in a great whoosh. He shakily drew in a breath and splayed out, his weight resting on the tips of his toes and one outstretched hand. His right hand flicked the vibroblade out of the sheathe. "Now that was not very sporting of you," he growled in a low and dangerous manner.

He sprang forward, knife held in a reverse grip. He covered the distance between them swiftly, jumped onto the lip of the fountain, leaped forward, and landed, twisting into a slide that would take him past Adra's side. As he passed her, he lashed out with the knife at her calve.

 

[vamp]

Not only had the chaos increased, but Matt was starting to see more people, troopers and civilians dying. He'd never faced such a challenge, and was almost shot several times on his way around the city. Naturally, he ran to the most dangerous possible place to fight, where an AT-AT seemed to be wreaking havoc, and a Destroyer loomed. Stormtroopers poured out of every direction and blaster fire flew across the battlefield as he walked into the courtyard and took cover behind a bench. A trooper began shooting at him and somehow dropped, seemingly dead.

"Well, this isn't very fun," he murmured, turning his saber on, then smirked. "But I can make it." Matt looked at the nearest trooper and closed his eyes, focusing, then used a slight Force push to drag him around the courtyard for a couple of seconds, chucking, and let him rest near a Jedi.

"Ahh, war."

 

[Richie B.]

As the man dragged his friend closer to Norin, he looked around an saw that more and more Rebels were joining the battle making it even more glorious as even more Imperials came charging in only to be cut down in there foolish attempt by Rebels who were waiting for them with cover but even the Rebels were taking serious causalities an with the AT-AT watching over the whole fight you could almost seem the Rebels fear yet it gave the Imperials more courage to keep on their charging. Several of the stormtroopers had started taking positions with cover just adding to the odds that this would be his last battle, he looked towards the man who was dragging the injured Rebel an had to make another tasteless choice.

"Hey good job in getting some of these foolish Rebels fighting but you need to take charge for a little while," He didn't know why but he felt this man had some leadership qualities in him yet Norin felt something off about him. "Get the wounded into the Emperor's Retreat and handle things for a little while I go even out the odds." Norin ran towards the damaged AT-AT but going cover to cover an firing at the Imperials as he went, not wondering if the man had listen to him or not.

He ran until he was close an under the AT-AT using his left wristband an shooting the cable to the slot where Imperials soldiers would come out from pulled with all his might an it came falling down, of course he had to be careful many imperials were everywhere an he had to use his taskmaster MKII pistol to take care of those that tried stopping him, he than used his right wristband an shot that cable next to the now open slot and was pulled up he fired at several imperials as he went up. He took a hit on the shoulder an even one on his butt, he roared from pain but he shock it off as he has felt worst pain once there he pulled himself into the AT-AT the room was empty he assumed the storm troopers had already been sent down to help support the others with the chaos on the battle field as it is he wasn't surprised that he missed that. Norin continued to head to the controls an once outside he pulled out his combat knife he kept on his boot, he opened the door an saw one officer yelling at the two pilots an two guards, he slit the throat of the officer first than fired his pistol at the guard on the left he then fired at the guard on the right. The pilot on the right toward around with fear growing in his eyes, which was soon became a empty stare as the hole in his chest burned he fell on to his chair. The pilot was frozen watching as his comrades died the fear and cowardice radiating off him. It made Norin almost sick an feel sorry for the foolish man.

"Can you pilot this thing by yourself," He was frozen for a few moments until a pistol was pointed directly between his eyes. "I said can you pilot this thing?" He nodded his conformation.

"Good now make this thing go backwards." His eyes widen an was about to say something brave, when Norin's combat knife cut into his cheek an blood came to pouring down.

"I said to move this thing an I want you to do it now." You could still hear the fighting in the background but this man was more concerned with his own live at the moment lucky for Norin he got a coward though he hated the man in front of him with a deep passion because of it.

He had it start walking backwards like I told him I smiled under my helmet with joy. "Thanks." I shot him an used the grabbling hooks on his left wristband an fell to the ground using his right hand to shot at the imperials below who were confused by the AT-AT's retreat. But one of the Imperials got a lucky shot an hit Norin's leg causing him to lose his grip an fall though it was a short fall it hurt. The Rebels were cheering and gave good covering fire, an Norin ran into the builds for cover as fast as his weakened body could though he left the burns the pain and anger seemed to give him just enough strength to meet two Rebels that were in one of the buildings one of them grabbed him an pulled him closer to the Emperor's Retreat where the Rebels were tending to the wounded an making a stand. Eventually a explosion was heard when the two AT-AT's collided causing a block so the rest of the big AT-AT couldn't advanced. He felt his strength leaving him but know he would survive this as they finally pulled him into the Emperor's Retreat were some Rebel medics were tending to many wounded. His black an brown edges armor was smoking a little he was glad he killed so many Imperials and did something in his mind would be a great story

 

[Count Sam]

As Thomas observed more stormtroopers advancing he picked up a "troll bomb" From his pocket, regardless of its name this was one of the most effective and deceiving weapons that were once used by the Chiss Ascendancy. He slowly and slightly tossed it and moved away, and as soon as he did that it started throwing verbal insults at the approaching Imperial soldiers who were not sure what was going on exactly. One of the soldiers actually got pissed enough that he fired at it, and then everything went vague for these fools as a strong explosion happened, and that explosion killed the whole squad of the Imperial stormtroopers.

"FOOLS!!" Thomas hissed to himself as he continued moving among the buildings as a ghost, and rained blaster bolts on any Imperial soldier he had met. He then noticed a young Jedi boy who seemed to have got caught in the middle, Thomas was not sure what this boy was trying to do, but it seemed to Thomas that this boy was trying to get himself killed.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING BRAT!!!YOU WILL GET YOURSELF KILLED!!!" Thomas shouted at the boy as he fired at some of the approaching Imperial troopers. He then moved back once again to the retreat entrance along with a squad of Imperial soldiers. They were firing at the enemy as they retreated. Also some Rebel soldiers were taking position inside the building as they fired from his positions, there were also snipers and heavy troops for the AT-AT. Thomas was of course glad of this, since it seemed that those Rebels were better than what he had thought.

"We are sitting ducks as long as we remain here!! If we will pull it through we will have to make a counter attack, maybe we could ambush them from behind using the underground tunnels here?" Thomas asked, he was not in charge and he clearly could not do this alone. So, he clearly did need some volunteers who were ready for the risk.

 

[blstrgmr]

Prospero moved gracefully to his next perch, setting up quickly. From his combat vest, he retrieved a full magazine and replaced the one in his rifle, placing the now diminished magazine with few shots remaining into his dump pouch. Setting the bipod on a rather wide ledge of the building, he hunkered into a stable shooting stance and listened to his comms while pulling the rangefinder around his neck to his eyes. Locating the moving squad in reference to the jedi at the entrance, he activated his own comms. "I've got eyes on. Good to have you back here. In my perch up here, I'm seeing a lot of troops coming, but they're manageable if we get bloodthirsty. If we can clear away this initial wave, we'll have a slight amount of time to prepare and hunker down for when the big guys and heavy vehicles get here. They won't expect an offensive. Incoming squad, if you break off and flank while the main force at the gates push forward, we'll get them stuck."

Sighting in, Prospero noticed a troubling sight on the perimeter of the museum. There were task forces already moving to establish a perimeter and choke them off from the rest of the city. "Incoming squad, order all your marksman and demolitions experts to fan the perimeter. We've got incoming teams trying to choke the museum off from the rest of the city. Keep your support gunners and riflemen at the forefront to engage infantry. AT-ATs are being forced to head down the main straight. Get ready for 'em"

Noticing teams attempting to clear buildings for purposes he was unaware of, he sighted in on a team across the museum. They seemed to be carrying explosive ordnance, either for breaching or demolition purposes. Better keep them down quickly. Waiting for them to stack up, Prospero sighted in and took a shot at the pointman, probably the leader of the squad designated by the commander. The round entered through the shoulder, bouncing off the clavicle and going further into the center of mass. Blood sprayed violently; he must've accidentally struck an artery with the internal ricochet. The trooper dropped as the others moved away from the building, seeking cover. Click-clack. Another round was chambered. Perhaps they knew a certain sniper was hitting them too hard in assets they needed and were seeking to eliminate perches.

Sighting in again and moving his field of view, he'd aim toward main street. The AT-AT that was perviously damaged in its head by the turrets held a great bit of damage in its viewport. Perhaps it was broken or penetrable. Sighting in at 900 meters, Prospero placed the mildot reticle on the driver. Waiting for the AT-AT head to swing more to look at him, he slowly brought the trigger closer to him with his finger and squeezed. The rifle made its suppressed crack and launched the round forward, hitting the damaged viewport, shifting a bit, and entering the lower left abdomen of the driver. Not a fatal hit by any means, but it'd slow the damn thing down. Chambering another round, he'd shift his view farther toward the downed AT-AT. Clever bastards, using it as a base of operations. He sighted in on the hatch. 1100 meters out. The hatch opened. A round was launched toward the open frame, striking an officer straight in the chest and knocking him to the ground. Not a lethal shot at that range, but it caused some damage. The hatch shut. Good, a few more guns in there are better than on the battlefield. They'll think twice before opening the hatch to converse and move again.

Time to move. Heading back the way he came and moving closer to the museum, he'd find another tall building to stay in, this one with a good view of main street from it's upper left. It left him with a good three-quarter view of the street, as well as the corridors and main passageway to the museum. Rechambering a round, he lay prone and set the bipod on the lip of the roof and sighted in the distance. But, suddenly, he heard a shouting of orders from the alleyway below and down range. "Don't have time for this..." He muttered. The damn sappers were converging on his previous location. They'd soon make it to where he was now. Changing the position of his rifle, he brought it around to peek down into the alley. As they began to place charges at his last building and stack up, he took aim. The one with the detonator would be first to die. The charge layer, the second. He found the holder quickly by his nervous and anxious demeanor to get on with it. A round fired through the base of the neck would end it quick. As the others only began to scramble, he'd rechamber a round and plant it in the back of the layer, who had trouble getting up from his kneeling position. Pulling the slide to eject the magazine, he fished a new one from his pouch and inserted it before pushing the bolt forward.

The main blaster rifle he would use for such a situation was set to its maximum rate of fire...but suddenly, the troop below took that moment to advance on his building, breaching it and heading up the stairs. Keeping low and prone, Prospero rolled over and let the slugthrower rifle go before picking up the main blaster rifle. Crawling to the lip of the building and putting himself over it slightly, he aimed down and fired a barrage at the tail end of the team heading into the door. The blaster fire tore them apart, but that left two remaining heading in. Catch them by surprise. That's the plan. Prospero would rush to enter the top floor of the building and down the stairs, meeting the troopers. They didn't expect a sniper to rush and engage head on. "Get some!" Pulling the trigger of the rifle and spraying down the staircase until the charge audibly clicked out, he gunned down the remaining two troopers and ejected the energy cell of the rifle before putting a fresh one in. Doing a quick scan, he ran up to the roof again and got quickly back into his position.

"I ain't a mystical Jedi here, call me out some high-value targets. Just had to deal with a sapper squad, things aren't looking good out here. I've got a good spot so give me some callouts before I gotta move, hm? Better yet, try and pop those sappers before they can get closer to the museum.", Prospero would radio out.

 

[Richie B.]

Norin know the medics had taken off his helmet but he didn't care, he wasn't really paying attention to the Rebel medics who were trying to help him, he turned his head an looked outside the Emperor's Retreat. Norin smiled at his work, the AT-AT that was previously damaged was now on fire an smoking with another AT-AT also destroy from the two colliding. He looked around an saw that though it made a wall of sorts, it didn't stop storm troopers form coming an joining the battle, Norin felt some pride as he saw the Rebels bravely fighting off the Imperials though the Rebels were losing many good warriors from the Imperials, he know that they were outnumbered by a serious amount. He smiled a little since he was witnessing a glorious battle, most of the Imperial soldiers that were in the city were coming towards the Emperor's Retreat as that was were they couldn't use the heavy vehicles to win or risk destroying the Emperor's Retreat, but the Rebels were holding their own for now but that could change very soon if something changed.

 

[Sierrien]

The fighting had gotten increasingly intense; Aluae was having trouble just keeping up with what everyone was doing out there. It seemed that the rebels had thankfully gotten some reinforcements - the seven of them weren't going to last very long against two hundred Imperial troops. As a case in point, she saw a rebel reinforcement go down and then what looked to be a Mandalorian trying to drag him to safety. She shifted slightly and reached out with her hand, and through it the Force, and gave a sudden tug to the injured man in order to get him in to the cover she was currently standing in, inside the doorway of the Emporer's Retreat. She nodded to the Mandalorian (Tal Veren) as she set the rebel up to lean against the wall. Hopefully the man would be able to get to cover in time since he wouldn't need to be dragging an injured person along now.

Her hand came up to her comm to answer the sniper as well. "Overwatch, things aren't so clear down here either. Looks to be just waves of troopers they're sending at us. I'll see if I can deal with the sappers, though." She shifted out from her cover, using the force to speed her movements as she darted around the side of the building - moving away from the fighting, her lightsaber deflecting the two singular blaster bolts that had been sent her way. The imperials had all kinds of rebels to shoot at; one girl in a dress wasn't too overly noticed. Even if she was wielding a lightsaber. She ducked in to the first building and came fast to face with one of those sapper squads. Luckily they were just as surprised to see her as she was to see them; her gathered Force energy was suddenly released from her in a pulse.

The shockwave sent every trooper in the squad quickly on to his back, and then Aluae made quick work of knocking out or dismembering them before they could get back to their feet. It was a relatively small squad thankfully; only five men had been in it. It was a also a good thing she had kept up her training that Master Farstrider had been teaching her to increase her force reserves. She just might have to kiss those two little stones later. For now, there was a fight to continue. She moved through the building and peeked in to the back alley behind it; nothing to see here apparently. Perhaps she could flank in behind the imperials, though? She moved quickly through the alley and in to the next building on the opposite side. She didn't encounter any imperials in this one, so it was on to the next back alley, searching for a way to turn her presence to an advantage.

 

[Dargeth The Hunter.]

The drop-pod screamed through the air like a missile having punched through the orbit like a hammer from the passing ship having gotten wind of Naboo's trouble and having only been a few hours away, Damien had simply ordered the ship to alter course and had gotten into the frey and he'd easily picked up the rebel chatter and something about a museum and had the pod aimed at it and suddenly it slammed into the ground with enough force to bury the tip into the ground even with the repulsor's flaring. The few imperial's that stopped as the pod slammed into the ground regretted it for the rest of their life, all six second's of it as the side exploded outwards, it slammed into one and a second later what would be known as a walking death would emerge.

Head covered in a large armored helmet almost imitating a Mandalorian and chest covered in a military vest seemingly covered in an array of knives and utensil's, over his back sat a large slug-thrower and his thigh's held a pair of blaster pistol's and in an X on his back sat two halves of a large staff. But his hands held the most devastating weapon and as his HUD light up like star's and he grinned beneath the mask as he stepped from the pod and simply stated " Boo ", suddenly the large grenade launcher in his hands fired with a large " Whoomp " and a moment later the ground erupted in a giant explosion as the grenades erupted in a ball of fire and shrapnel. With a seeming army in-front of him and the rebel's hunkered down behind him he was effectively caught in no-man's land and he liked the odd's as suddenly he jammed the trigger down, the grenade launcher held a 12 round under-slung drum and he felt each impact as the gas driven piston fired the grenades to erupt in fire and death a second later.

The fact a man had just literally fell into the path of the Storm-trooper's and was seemingly reigning death and destruction down on them he knew it would make even the bravest of man back-peddle, laughter erupted from him as Adrenaline coursed through his system and like an Addict on spice he opened himself up the it's effect's as he felt his heart beginning to rapidly race. As the last round was fired he dropped the gun and pulled the large slug-thrower from his back which had been modified in it's cartridges, instead of small bearing's firing from the cartridges, each one held a large metal slug and he began to back-peddle towards the entrenched rebel's he felt heat as a blaster-bolt seared past his helmet. Lifting the slug-thrower he fired and the gun sounded like a grenade itself going off and a second later the stormtrooper flew backwards his sternum now pulp, even the armour could not stop kenetic force from the impact and he grinned as he felt himself slowly losing himself into the battle even though it had only just started.

 

[Silverface]

An open transmission clicked through on every communication's unit, friend and foe. Or tried to, for some reason the communication in this area was heavily corrupted.

"This is M-bbztrkt Rufus Scryer to all Nab-zztrkggt-rity Forces. I have e-zztrkts-shed a primary foo-zzrtkshtt-tktk. I will issue this decla-zzrtrsfkhtta-tak-takzzt-ed an investigation into-zssjttaktaaaark-attack into Imperial space-Bbbrazzzkttssssssht"

"Surrender"​

 

[LaPurple]

The outer defenses had fallen back. Soldiers fled further into the city and away from the crubling city walls. Naboo's forces were failing. Not a single turret still stood at the outer edges of the city. Saviin felt that he had failed, but he tried to remind himself that they were doomed from the start.

He was now charging with his men to the heart of the city. There was nothing, but death and destruction behind them. Forward was the only option now. Ironic really...that forward is actually backward into Char. Rebel forces were scattered in the retreat. Some had already began their true escape into the sewers, while others ran through side streets to continue the fight. Saviin ran with the main forces up the largest street in Char. They clung close to buildings in attempts to better escape the AT-AT's.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an AT-AT walk backwards right into another. This took the jedi by surprised and he thought to himself that everyone catches a break sometime. The six-legged behemoths seemed to cause a large amount if destruction in their wake. They also seemed to block the main road behind them.

The Emperor's Retreat had been their destination, but the landing party who Saviin had seen earlier were already there. He didn't know what to do at this point. He could begin evacuating forces into the sewers officially or he could continue a fight against two fronts losing most of his men and probably dying himself.

Junar had a different idea. "Into the buildings! Surround the Retreat!" the man shouted as he dove into one of the homes across the street from the Emperor's Retreat. Some of the combined rebel forces followed him in. Others went to different buildings in the hopes of defending their own small areas.

Looking to the rebels who had followed him in, he ordered "Barricade the entrance and the windows." The words hastily left his mouth. He had a plan on getting his men into the Retreat. Ascendin the stairs, Saviin worked to get to the top if the building. Using his jedi speed, it was shorter than most. He pressed the control pad and the door slid open quickly. Just then, an Imperial voice was heard on his wrist comm, but it did not deter him from the mission.

Some of the rebels were close behind him. The blond man turned to them, "I want cables in to the Emperor's Retreat!" A couple of ment from the Security Force pulled out cable guns and launched them into the building across.