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EPISODE 1

Geonosis was the battle that started it all. For ten years we had been training, preparing, and readying ourselves for that moment. When the time came for the battle we only had a matter of hours to marshall ourselves and depart Kamino, but we were ready. Loading onto shuttles and starships, the might of nearly 200,000 of our brothers and vehicles marched like a well-oiled machine. Even though we had never done it before the operation was as controlled and coordinated as our daily exercise routines.

The only thing different from the simulators was the presence of the Jedi, the legendary warriors with near magical abilities. Most of our sergeants in training had no love for them, but still warned us they were formidable for all their teachings of peace and harmony. That made us respect them, especially the one who was barely taller than our knees. Jedi Master Yoda took overall control of the coming battle, his other Jedi dividing themselves between the roles of becoming generals for our formations and forming an advanced strike force that aimed to complete the mission of capturing the rumored Separatist leaders on the planet.

Since we were untested, the Jedi mostly wanted us there for backup in case the Genosians were able to put up any staunch resistance. To support the Jedi, our forces had been ordered to capture a large structure, referred to as “The Arena”, as a forward operating base and defensive strongpoint. After securing the Arena, we were to set up shop and use it as a control point, hospital, and landing pad for further incoming forces. It was thought that we would only need to hold out until the Jedi bagged their quarry and returned to withdraw.

No one knew what a fight we were in for.

Far from being simply a meeting place for the Separatists, the Geonosians were in full production for them, cranking out hundreds of thousands of droids, vehicles, and ships for their war machine. It had been easy for us to assume the Geonosians were just simplistic insectoids, but their machines were deadly, their warriors fierce and devoted, and they left enough surprises that, by the end of the day, we would never make those kinds of assumptions again.

Brother, where were you when the battle truly started?

>In the Arena, we were on standby there when the Geonosians sprung their trap…
>Over the frontlines. We saw immediately just how much the Jedi underestimated the fight…
>Still aboard our Acclamator, preparing to make our drop. It turned into a race against time...

>>3989153
>In the Arena, we were on standby there when the Geonosians sprung their trap…

>>3989153
Woo, war's done! Time to find a life in this new Empire or the Outer Rim.

>>3989153
>>In the Arena, we were on standby there when the Geonosians sprung their trap…

>>3989153
>In the Arena, we were on standby there when the Geonosians sprung their trap…

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>In the Arena, we were on standby there when the Geonosians sprung their trap…

The red tinted skies were a burning reminder that you weren’t on Kamino anymore. The irradiated, blasted world you had landed on was as different from your home as any place in the galaxy was like to be, you thought to yourself. On the way down to the surface you had been struck nearly dumb at the vast expanse of desert which seemed to cover the entire planet. A dusty red ball, devoid of any life, had been your first impression. That’s when you had noticed the great spires, towering constructions reaching high into the air and certainly filled with millions and millions of life forms. They stood out from the empty plains and announced a world that was not only occupied, but industrious.

The flak and explosions on the way down announced the Geonosians were ready for a fight too.

You look around the Arena for a moment, marvelling at the size and capacity of such a place. The floor alone was big enough to serve as a marshalling field all its own, with plenty of room for the half dozen LAAT/i gunships waiting quietly in reserve and the half dozen more busy ferrying personnel and supplies from the Acclamator assault ships high above. Your own was there, along with your brothers busying themselves with preparing for the inevitable call to action. For now, however, things had been suspiciously quiet. The advanced commando and pathfinding teams had reported that the Arena was largely undefended. Your brothers had quickly secured the position, allowing you and the rest to land largely safely. Teams had been sent below to look for any surprises or hidden threats, but so far there had been nothing.

Outside the walls of the Arena, your brothers were busily preparing trenches and vehicle positions. Your own squad was waiting on standby to perform any pickups of critical wounded for return to the Arena for advanced treatment. You wished that you were out there instead of here, but your orders were clear and necessary: The need for medics and ambulances was expected and it was only a matter of time until they were called. You were fortunate though that you had something to do at the moment.

You pass by hastily erected tents, serving a number of duties for various parts of the army. To the left, near the landing area were the shelters meant for treating and triaging the wounded. Before you was a series of tents hosting communication and command equipment, where the commanders and Jedi coordinating from here were busy working. On your right is the logistics and ammo depots, already preparing supply dumps and stocking up for a protracted fight.

You walk into…

>The central command tent, you had been ordered to report for a situation update...
>The supply depot. You were going to see what extra equipment you might be able to get for the LAAT/i…
>The hospital reception shelter. CT-2337 had asked you to check if they needed any assistance...

>>3989200
>>The central command tent, you had been ordered to report for a situation update...

>>3989200
>The supply depot. You were going to see what extra equipment you might be able to get for the LAAT/i…

>>3989200
>The central command tent, you had been ordered to report for a situation update...

>>3989200
>>The central command tent, you had been ordered to report for a situation update...

>>3989200
>>The supply depot. You were going to see what extra equipment you might be able to get for the LAAT/i…

>>3989200
>>The supply depot. You were going to see what extra equipment you might be able to get for the LAAT/i…

I’m hyped

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>The central command tent, you had been ordered to report for a situation update…

Entering through the flaps to the tent, you proceed into a realm of controlled chaos. A large number of holoscreens have been hastily erected, the blue light giving the whole interior an artificial blue glow. A number of Clones are busy setting up more consoles and positions still, while around a central table you see a flurry of activity. A few clones, wearing the distinctive marks of various Clone Commander ranks listen intently to the instructions pouring from the other side of the table. Standing there are what must be two Jedi, both clad in their distinctive light brown robes.

The first is a Sullustan, they’re doing the majority of the talking you note, and their staccato, rapid speaking style is almost dizzying to try and listen to for too long. He seems to be issuing orders one on top of each other, going to different Commanders almost at random, rather than being listed out to each in turn. There's little to no pause between his sentences either, you can't help but wonder how the officers are keeping up. The other Jedi is much smaller, likely one of their trainees you had been briefed on. They appear to be a Miraluka with shock white hair atop their tanned brown skin, most of the rest is obscured by their robe. Each of them carries a lightsaber on their hilt, the first time you’ve ever seen real ones.

You fall in at the command table and snap to attention, waiting for a break in the torrent of commands to address the Jedi General.

“CT-0027 reporting for orders, Sir!”

“Troo-per,” the Sullustan chirps, in a flowing sort of way, “We-have-re-ports-of-in-jur-ies-in-the-low-er-lev-els. Your-team-must-go-to-ass-ist-at-once.”

You immediately respond in the affirmative, but it does seem strange for your brothers to be leaving your LAAT/i. The fight on the outside of the arena must be less and less likely.

You’re about to turn and exit the tent, when you see the Miraluka reach out and grab the Sullustan’s robes.

“Master,” they practically whisper, “We are attacked.”

The larger Jedi looks to them in surprise and the Clone Commanders all seem to be confused. Suddenly you hear it…

>A massive, reverberating roar filling the air of the Arena...
>The sound of humming and buzzing, almost deafeningly loud…
>A barrage of blaster fire and the shouting of Clones...

>>3989246
>>The sound of humming and buzzing, almost deafeningly loud…

https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/First_Battle_of_Geonosis

If it helps here is the legend list of forces we may encounter as well as possible assets.

>>3989246
>>The sound of humming and buzzing, almost deafeningly loud…

BUGS IN THE WIRE, WEAPONS FREE!

>>3989246
>>A massive, reverberating roar filling the air of the Arena...

>>3989246
>The sound of humming and buzzing, almost deafeningly loud…

>The sound of humming and buzzing, almost deafeningly loud
BUGS!

>>3989246
>>The sound of humming and buzzing, almost deafeningly loud…

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>>3989278
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>>3989250
>The sound of humming and buzzing, almost deafeningly loud…

“Coun-ter-att-ack!” the Jedi General shouted, although his staccato made him sound more like an amplified droid than anything, “We-must-hold-the-A-re-na!”

The Jedi both reach for their lightsabers and ignite them, a flash of green and purple drowning out the blue light of the command tent in their immediate vicinity. Not wasting a moment, they slice through the tent wall behind them and charge outside into the Arena. The Clone Commanders all draw their weapons, mostly carbines and pistols and begin hurrying out into the fray. You draw your own carbine and follow through the slits in the tent, looking over the scene unfolding.

From the floor of the Arena, you immediately identify the source of the buzzing. At the very highest parts of the stands surrounding you, Geonosians are pouring out from holes in the walls. They must have snuck in through an undiscovered passage or simply powered their way past the troopers sent below to hunt them out, you think. The insect-like warriors are quickly overpowering all the Clones on the upper levels, who were there mostly as observers to the area outside. You watch as sonic blasters from above impact tsome of the Clones, causing them to scream out in pain before dropping. They were likely dead in an instant from the impact. Other warriors are carrying long pikes and dropping in from above. The Geonosians are acting like jet troops, launching themselves from the high stands and landing right in the middle of the tents and marshalling areas and sewing chaos. You see the two Jedi barreling toward a particularly large group over by the depot.

Over the blasting and buzzing, you hear the distinctive sounds of LAAT/i trying to take off. It rises into the air a few meters, before a hail of fire starts tearing away. You see one of the wings break off from the heavy impacts and the LAAT/i topples back over, driving itself into the Arena floor.

This was getting bad fast. You think you might be able to help the Jedi, but if the stories are true, you might just get in their way. Your mind instantly thinks of your brothers, together you might be able to put a stop to the snipers pouring fire down on to you. They're some distance away however and you would likely need to fight through to get to them...

>Follow after the Jedi, if the Geonosians blow the ammo depot, it could be disastrous.
>Start heading back to your squad, the sonic blasters are the big threat and you’ll need firepower.

So warrior caste geonoians or the Elite Warrior class?

Or perhaps Picadors?

>>3989286
>Follow after the Jedi, if the Geonosians blow the ammo depot, it could be disastrous.

>>3989286
>>Start heading back to your squad, the sonic blasters are the big threat and you’ll need firepower.

>>3989286
>>Start heading back to your squad, the sonic blasters are the big threat and you’ll need firepower.

>Organize our squad to become a aggressive medic unit. Drag confused troopers to follow us and either help them hold a carbine or pistol or drag them to the back to get them patch up.

All clones should have Bacta patches for emergencies, organize and use those.

>>3989286
>Follow after the Jedi, if the Geonosians blow the ammo depot, it could be disastrous.

A Beskad resists lightsabers, right?

>>3989294
I meant for confused or slightly injured troopers to be stretcher carriers.

>>3989295
It does to some extent

>>3989286
>>Start heading back to your squad, the sonic blasters are the big threat and you’ll need firepower.

How exactly do clone designations work, anyway? Are we the 27th clone of our kind? Because there had to have been more than 9999 clones, so that doesn't seem right.

Do the numbers get reused? Or do they add more later on and only the first batches had four number designations?

>>3989302
You're ignoring the letters before the number. Our full designation is CT-0027. This just means we're the 27th clone of the CT series. There's probably also an AA-0027 to ZZ-0027.

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>>3989301
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>>3989294
>Start heading back to your squad, the sonic blasters are the big threat and you’ll need firepower.

Your best bet is to link back up with your brothers, you quickly determine, so that you’ll be able to effectively counterattack. You start running back the way you had just moments before come from. The medical tents look to have been wrecked already, with blast ripping the shelters to shreds, you only hope that the droids and supplies inside are fine.

As you pass by you see a pair of Clone firing rapidly at a trio of Geonosians charging them with pikes. You stop and raise your carbine, adding your own firepower to the fray. The warriors take blast after blast, their exoskeletons seemingly allowing them to shake off the hits without effect for the most part. One of them finally drops when a blaster bolt brains its head, but the other two two strike forward lightning fast, stabbing one of the troopers with the pike in dramatic fashion. The other clone manages to parry the lancing strike coming for him, but you see the other Geonosian sweeping around to take him from behind. The bug is using its wings to rapidly pick up speed. You might be able to take him out with a few well placed shots, you think, but he might still have momentum. Feeling the weight of the Mandalorian short sword on your back, you're reminded that you can probably take these things in melee simply enough...

>Keep firing from distance, clip his wings and bring him down!
>Draw the beskad and cut him off! Countercharge!

>>3989303
I though that was a job descriptor, desu. CT for general clone troopers, CC for Clone Commanders and so on.

>>3989302
>>3989303
CT is actually the general designation for Clone Troopers, like CC is for Clone Commanders. The real trick is that the clone designation is actually a lot longer, like mine for instance, but for most uses shortening to the last four is much more convenient and still useful

>>3989305
>Draw the beskad and cut him off! Countercharge!

>>3989305
>>Keep firing from distance, clip his wings and bring him down!
We trained our entire life with our carbine. The only experience we have with the Beskad is a single duel against a Mandalorian.
>>3989306
Nah I think the ID naming convention is just letter-letter-number-number-number-number. Could be wrong.

>>3989308
Nevermind then, I was wrong.

>>3989305
>>Keep firing from distance, clip his wings and bring him down!

>>3989312
We've also just seen three clones struggle to take out even one Geonosian with blasters. And we're noted to be very effective in melee. I'd say this is a good place to test how vulnerable they are to that, since failing here doesn't necessarily fuck us completely.

If it doesn't work we can stick to the carbine for the rest Geonosis.

>>3989305
>>Draw the beskad and cut him off! Countercharge!

>>3989305
>Keep firing from distance, clip his wings and bring him down!

>>3989322
>>3989315
>>3989312
>Keep firing from distance, clip his wings and bring him down!

Quickly adjusting fire, you lead the Geonosian a bit higher. Firing rapidly, you manage to put several shots into the warrior’s wings. It doesn’t seem effective at first, but you clip something vital which causes the charging enemy to suddenly veer and come crashing into the ground, rolling nearly in your direction.

The warrior gibbers loudly, in what you can only assume is some Geonosian form of cursing, but you’re upon him instantly. First kicking away his pike, then stepping on one of his arm-like appendages, you lower your blaster and send a hail of fire into his head. The Geonosian screeches and then falls silent as you finish him off. The other trooper has managed to take care of his own bug problem as well, pinning the Geonosian down and smashing his head with the butt of his rifle. He gives a short thanks and quickly hurries off in the direction of more fighting.

The bugs are still descending, the upper levels of the stadium literally swarming with enemies. You notice that many up there seem smaller than the ones on the ground, but it could just be perspective and distance playing with your mind. What was certain was that the sonic blaster fire was still causing massive damage throughout the camp. The sound of the weapon blasts shooting past and impacting was horrifying enough on its own, truly a weapon meant to be effective and inspire terror.

You’re closing in on the LAAT/i position when you catch sight of your brothers fighting from positions around it. It seems a little odd to be certain it’s them, but you’ve seen them enough that their body language and weaponry is enough. Guile has his long-barreled blaster out and looks to be picking targets out of the sky and bringing them down. 4582 is right beside him, his own blaster rifle joining in to finish the dropped targets off.

2337 is already busy dragging brothers from out in the open back to cover in and around the LAAT/i, his carbine barking out when a Geonosian gets too close. You can see there’s still a couple down clones nearby, you might be able to help him quickly before dealing with the bugs…

>Help 2337 get the last clones to safety, they can help cover our attack.
>There’s no time, get mounted up and ready to fly!

>>3989327
>>Help 2337 get the last clones to safety, they can help cover our attack.

>>3989327
>Help 2337 get the last clones to safety, they can help cover our attack.

>>3989327
>>Help 2337 get the last clones to safety, they can help cover our attack.

Our job is to help the injured

>>3989327
>Help 2337 get the last clones to safety, they can help cover our attack.

>>3989327
>>Help 2337 get the last clones to safety, they can help cover our attack.

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>Help 2337 get the last clones to safety, they can help cover our attack.

You signal to Guile and 4582 as you approach. They catch sight as you point out 2337. They nod in compliance and start sweeping in his direction, keeping the air above him clear with a steady supply of covering fire. You hoof over to the medic as he drops a Clone behind a hunk of rock that’s broken off from the arena wall. It’s large enough to give cover to a number of clones more than the two currently lying behind it.

You pat 2337’s shoulder and he acknowledges you before the two of you charge, back out into the open. You’re much faster than he is, so you direct yourself at the trooper farther out, closing the distance rapidly. You dive and slide to his side, a sonic blast passing just overhead as you come to a stop. Shaking your brother with your free hand, you feel him respond sluggishly and he doesn’t seem to be able to answer verbally, he must have been jarred by a nearby blast because there’s no sign of damage to his armor but a trail of blood running from his helmet. You quickly get back to your feet and start dragging him back toward cover.

As you pull, you hear him begin to cough and gargle violently, there’s no time to stop though-- not here with the Geonosians still firing down. When you finally reach cover you, pull him to safety and start working to get his helmet off. He’s not coughing anymore, you realize, and you quicken your pace, struggling to get his head out of the helmet.
There’s a rush of blood from inside the helmet as you break the seal and the sight of his face tells you everything you need to know. Blood pouring from his eyes and ears, it’s obvious a sonic blast happened far too close to his head for him to survive.

You turn away, trying to refocus yourself. 2337 has his man behind cover now too, in much better condition. You quickly direct the three wounded troopers to help keep the LAAT/i covered with what weapons they have. The extra fire might just give you a little better chance. 2337 looks like he wants to stay and help them, but they’ll have to make do for now. Together, the two of you run back over to Guile and 4582’s position.

“What’s the plan, Double-Oh?” 4582 asks loudly between shots.

“We’ve got to put some fire on those sonic blasters…” you start….

>”Focus your rifle fire on them, we’ll keep you covered!”
>”We need to get airborne. The LAAT/i can turn this tide!”

>>3989362
>>”Focus your rifle fire on them, we’ll keep you covered!”
Trying to lift-off now is too risky.

>>3989362
>”We need to get airborne. The LAAT/i can turn this tide

>>3989362
>>”Focus your rifle fire on them, we’ll keep you covered!”

Taking off in this Chaos is just asking to get shot down.

>>3989362
>>”Focus your rifle fire on them, we’ll keep you covered!”

>Use the laster turrets on the wings to provide fire support. That’s the only weapon that can help while laying on the ground.

>>3989362
>>3989390
Support this

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>>3989390
>”Focus your rifle fire on them, we’ll keep you covered!”

The two blaster rifles go to work almost immediately. The distance is long, so 4582’s fire is a bit ineffective. He does, however, cause the the Geonosians to start moving a bit more, putting their accuracy off.

The real devastation comes from Guile.

Sighting in his DC-15X, the sniper takes a heavy toll. One by one, he proceeds down the line of the the firing warriors and drops them steadily. If 4582 made them take notice, you think, Guile is the one making them mad or dead. It doesn’t take long for your strategy to get figured out. The Geonosians seem to understand what’s holding up their attack and immediately send down a swarm of warriors toward your position.

2337 and you open fire as they approach, doing your best to deny them a straight shot to charge in. It’s when the wounded troopers from cover join in that you start thinning the attack down. The three blasters joining in with the crossfire from yours shreds into the bugs, sending multiple warriors to the ground in wriggling heaps. A few of them are able to touch down on the ground and press the assault, but they’re quickly dealt with by your fire as well.

When you look back up, however, you see a whole new problem descending.

Three massive, four-legged Genosians are coming down almost right on top of you. They bristle with metallic appendages and armor that you’ve not seen on any other warriors so far. You quickly warn 2337 and try to raise your carbine, but you realize you’re running out of space far too rapidly. You push him to the right as you roll to the left, dodging just in time the landing stomp of the first giant warrior. You scramble to your feet as the monster lets out battle cry directly at you, before beginning to thunder forward.

>Roll to the side and fire as it passes.
>Roll underneath and try to fire on its back.

>>3989424
>Roll underneath and try to fire on its back.

Shit Geonosian elites, they must be the leaders.

>>3989424
>Roll underneath and try to fire on its back.

>>3989424
>>Roll underneath and try to fire on its back.

Trooper why couldn’t we use the laser beam turrets on the wings to help weaken the hoarde?

>>3989424
>>Roll to the side and fire as it passes.

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>>3989425
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>>3989430
>Roll underneath and try to fire on its back.

The Genosian approaches, a large trident-shaped gauntlet clawing out at you. Timing your movement, you dive beneath the swing just as it happens and try to roll underneath the brite bearing down on you. The momentum of the warrior carries it forward, past you successively, but the hind legs manage to smash into your armor. Unable to roll cleanly, you sprawl out and roll to a stop, your blaster carbine knocked out from your hands and sent tumbling away.

The elite has trouble stopping immediately and it carries itself about a dozen meters away before being able to stop and start turning. You need a weapon to bring this thing down, and you have to decide quickly…

>Get your blaster back, now!
>Draw the beskad, this time slash as it passes!
>Thermal Detonator.

>>3989440
>>Draw the beskad, this time slash as it passes!

>>3989436
Didn't quite have the votes is all. I waited a bit to see if any of the previous troops would sound off in favor, but it didn't seem like any more were joining in.

>>3989440
>>Draw the beskad, this time slash as it passes!


>>3989451
Would it have helped?

>>3989440
>>Draw the beskad, this time slash as it passes!

>>3989440
>Draw the beskad, this time slash as it passes

Sorry late to the party sir!

>>3989490
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>>3989448
>Draw the beskad, this time slash as it passes!

Like an angry bantha the massive warrior comes charging back at you, blades searching and slashing to find purchase on your armor. You swiftly draw your own blade and feel the weight balance in your grip. Waiting until the last moment, you side step and slash with the beskad. There’s a crack of metal as you hit the monster’s gauntlet, but it deflects harmlessly.

This time, instead of stopping, the Geonosian spreads its wings. It takes off and immediately flips backward, before rolling and soaring straight on for another swing. You immediately see an opportunity. You dive forward again, causing the warrior to move in closer to the ground to try and swing at you. It’s all the opening you need, driving the beskad upward just as it passes overhead. The heavy mandalorian blade bites into the Geonisians extended abdomen, rending as it goes. The warrior lets out a terrible cry of pain, tumbling over and writhing on the ground as its yellow blood comes spurting from the horrendous wound, staining the red dirt of the arena floor.

You move in, careful to keep your guard up. The warrior is still flailing, but manages to direct a few of its lashes toward you. You parry low on the first and then deflect the second, the warrior becomes desperate and a flurry from its appendages drives you back. The Geonosian tries to struggle back up, but the more it struggles the worse the wound becomes. The noise coming from it is deafening, the screams of a dying sentient that knows it’s done for. Finally, most likely from blood loss, the warrior collapses and simply twitches on the ground as it dies.

Turning back, you see the other massive warriors have engaged your brothers, being held back momentarily by heavy blaster fire. You start to hurry back when…

>You see the farthest warrior suddenly go flying backwards.
>A flash of light separates the head from the nearest Geonosian elite.

>>3989458
Possibly! The downside might have resulted in the elites landing on the LAAT/i instead, but the extra firepower could have been valuable.

>>3989493
>>You see the farthest warrior suddenly go flying backwards.

>>3989493
>>You see the farthest warrior suddenly go flying backwards.

>>3989493
>>A flash of light separates the head from the nearest Geonosian elite.

>>3989493
>>You see the farthest warrior suddenly go flying backwards.


>>3989494
That would have been useful

>>3989493
>A flash of light separates the head from the nearest Geonosian elite

>>3989493
>>A flash of light separates the head from the nearest Geonosian elite.

>>3989496
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>>3989504
>>3989499
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>>3989511
Looks like a tie! Next vote breaks it or we'll roll in 10 minutes.

>>3989493
>You see the farthest warrior suddenly go flying backwards.

So how prestigious is us having a Beskad among the clones?

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>>3989520
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>You see the nearest warrior suddenly go flying backwards.

As if picked up and flung by an invisible, giant hand, the Geonosian rises in the air and then is sent flying straight into the side of the LAAT/i behind it. The warrior seems very shaken and struggles to stand up when, from above, a robed figure lands straight on top of it. There’s a flash of purple light and the warrior splits in half from the swing of the smaller jedi.

The Miraluka from before immediately bounds from the freshly hewn corpse of Geonosians and crosses the distance to the next elite in just two leaps. The warrior raises its own gauntlet, just for the lightsaber to slash through it and the creatures helmet, along with the head inside. The third warrior falls in pieces and the Jedu lands gracefully on their feet before running toward the center of the arena

“Attack!” the young disciple yells.

Your training takes over for your brothers and you and together you charge in behind the Jedi, leaving your LAAT/i and defensive positions behind. The Geonosians caught out by your charging force are swiftly destroyed by a combination of blaster bolts and lightsaber strikes. It seems that the attack’s back has been broken and you see a number of the bugs taking off in retreat back to the sky. More blaster fire thins their numbers even more. You’ve all done it! They’re in full pani--

KA-THOOOOOM

A massive explosion goes off from the far side of the Arena, a great fireball rising into the sky as the force of the explosion catches you off guard. Your brothers and you are knocked backward, left sprawling flat on your backs as explosion fire gives way to dark smoke and small secondaries. You roll to your side and see the young Jedi crouched down, having managed to brace before the shock hit. Your brothers all seem to be getting up as well, but the side of the supply and ammo depot looks to be in complete devastation.

The Geonosians that are still alive are now in total flight, either flying from the arena or scrambling into any hole or tunnel they can find. This battle is over.

You get back to your feet and check your weapon, before hustling over to the small Jedi.

>Suggest to form squads to take care of the wounded and secure the remaining ammo and supplies.
>Recommend making a strike team to follow them into the tunnels, to prevent a follow up attack.

>>3989523
>Suggest to form squads to take care of the wounded and secure the remaining ammo and supplies.

Use this time.

>>3989523

>>Suggest to form squads to take care of the wounded and secure the remaining ammo and supplies.

>>3989523
>>Suggest to form squads to take care of the wounded and secure the remaining ammo and supplies.

>>3989523
>>Suggest to form squads to take care of the wounded and secure the remaining ammo and supplies.


>>Rebuild the medical tents and start organizing the dead and wounded. The dead might still have ammunition and bacta patches we could use considering the supplies are partially destroyed.

>>3989523
>>>Suggest to form squads to take care of the wounded and secure the remaining ammo and supplies.
>>>Rebuild the medical tents and start organizing the dead and wounded. The dead might still have ammunition and bacta patches we could use considering the supplies are partially destroyed.


This, considering they might come back, we need to organize whatever resources we can scramble.

>>3989523
>Suggest to form squads to take care of the wounded and secure the remaining ammo and supplies.

So do we instate a Battle Circle once we have it own command?

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>>3989534
>>3989533
>>3989530
>>3989526
>>3989525
>Suggest to form up squads to take care of the wounded and secure the remaining ammo and supplies.

As you approach, you see something is wrong with the Jedi. As they rise, they seem to be shaking.

“Commander,” you begin, “We need to take advantage of this lull. I recommend getting our squads reorganized and for them to start taking stock of the situation.”

The robed warrior doesn’t seem to respond or acknowledge you.

“Commander,” you say again, about more loudly, “We need to take care of the wounded. There won’t be much time-”

“I can’t sense my Master,” the Jedi says, in a voice so quiet you can hardly hear.

“Commander?”

“I can’t sense my Master,” they repeat, head turning to you, “Where have… they gone?”

You can see that the shaking isn’t subsiding, the tremble in their voice gives away something akin to shock likely setting in.

“We can search for the General,” you reassure the small Jedi, “But we need an order, Commander.”

It’s a bit of an odd situation. You’ve never been trained for this kind of situation, orders are supposed to come swiftly and promptly following an action in order to maximise or exploit the available advantage. This hesitation was costing valuable time…

“I can’t sense him…” they say forlornly, dropping to their knees.

You’re at a loss for words, unsure if repeating yourself again would really be helpful, when the Jedi’s hologram comlink chirps. As if moving on instinct, the padawan raises their arm and activates the transmission.

“Padawan Ashla,” the voice begins, “We cannot reach Master Dluk. We are taking heavy casualties and require medical evacuation flights immediately. Please send your flights to the pipeline trench, immediately.”

There’s a long pause as the Jedi says nothing.

“Ashla,” the voice insists, “Respond.”

“Understood,” the Miraluka at last says, before closing the link.

“Please obey their order,” they say to you, quite weakly, “Begin the ambulance flights.”

“Yes, Commander!” you say, excited to have an order, before turning to complete it immediately.

A small part of you is concerned at the condition of the Commander and whether or not they’re in any shape to do the things you suggested. The more you thought about it, the more you suspected that the General may be dead and now his padawan was the ranking Jedi. Hopefully there was still a Clone Commander or two around to help them sort this mess out, you think to yourself...

>>3989555
And on those oddly specific repeating digits, this will be my last post for this evening. I'll probably have a few more holiday objectives to knock out tomorrow, but I expect to be able to pick things Back up at around 2300 GMT. If not, I'll make a post to let you know. Thank you for playing on Christmas! I appreciate all of you troopers. Feel free to ask any questions or talk quest stuff in general until then!

>>3989522
Since this is the first time you're carrying it in battle, it's probably more of an oddity than anything. Nonstandard kit is sure to raise a lot of curiosity, but whether it's good or bad will depend on how much Mando culture a clone was exposed to.

>>3989555
Ouch, poor Padawan. Do we have anyone trained to deal with psychological stuff on hand? 2337 might be a good choice, but we kinda need him to save our boys. Maybe he can try keep her calm during the flight at least. If she doesn't snap out of it and we can't find a CC, it might be time to step up ourselves. Would that be the correct decision according to our training?

To do that, can we establish contact with command? Do we have the frequencies she used? Or, if she's really out of it, would it be appropriate to take communicator? Would that even work, or are those biolocked or something?

But yeah, thanks for running man, hope you had a lovely Christmas.

>>3989557
Does CT-2337 still have his knowledge of anatomy bonus for CQC? (Not mentioned in the pastebin.) Has he studied other species too?

So, any thoughts on armor customization yet? Also, I hope we can earn a name that's a little more snappy than Double-Oh in the future.

>>3989652
>So, any thoughts on armor customization yet?
How would that be justified from the character's standpoint?

>>3989635
It's probably still there, but it's not something he's focused on with any seriousness. His personality has developed to be very focused on the medical side, to the point where it affects his other skill development.

>>3989564
Having clones doing psychology at this stage is probably mostly a matter of being there and empathetic, but much more would be difficult. Deferring to someone in authority is almost always a clone-approved answer though.

It's probably not bio-locked. 0027 has already shown a willingness to intercede in the face of someone dying, so it may not be out of character-- it just might not go over well with the people in authority over him.

>>3989826
If we are a crew chief doesn’t that mean we have a rank or rather what branch or regiment or combat unit are we in?

>>3989896
Crew chief in this case is positional authority, not a rank based ones. Your brother and you are still just troopers.

The specific unit you're in is specifically nebulous, for practical and gameplay reasons. The order of battle for the clones is not really established quite yet. The rapid deployment and reshuffling has most individual units not properly designated yet, so you don't have breakdowns that follow what the eventual Grand Army structure will be. The only unit that I believe is properly designated is the 501st but that's only because Palpatine specifically had them set aside beforehand.

>>3989987
They also had the 262th Star Corp as well and a few others but they were mostly front line units, they were a couple in legends and csnon

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The barren and dusty plains of Geonosis pass underneath you. The LAAT/i is cruising smoothly for the moment. You tighten your grip on one of the hand rails in the crew compartment and lean out the open door, keeping careful to stay in the slipstream and avoid entering the turbulent region. At this speed, you know, it would surely rip you from the vehicle in a moment. Looking over the ground below you, you try to pick out the various battle and movement lines being painted by the troops and war machines across the sprawling red canvas below.

The Grand Army has largely positioned itself in strong defense lines, following the natural lay of the land surrounding the Arena and the nearest hives. In many places it’s a double line, with defensive perimeters also turned inward at the enemy spires. It’s something of a strange sight, much of your simulation time had been based around the assumption the Clone forces would be on the offense. You had certainly been trained on entrenchment and fortifying, but somehow you always imagined the first trial by fire of your brothers would be much more… storming. Instead, in place after place along the lines, you see your brothers fighting off seemingly much more endless waves of the enemy.

It was a diverse enemy too. Besides the Geonosians pouring out like the ones you faced in the army, massive armies of battle droids advanced steadily along every point of the line. They were being backed up various tanks, walkers, and other larger droids which seem to have a complicated organization. Your brothers aren’t without response and the AT-TE’s and artillery are certainly racking up the score, but the suddenness of the massive assault makes you wonder how many have already fallen.

You motion to 2337 who looks ready to go, his large Medical Kit on his back proclaiming that preparedness. The two of you are currently the only occupants of the compartment, besides the IM-6 droid happily waiting patiently. You had managed to spare some words with the droid and it seemed eager to help. You’re glad for that, because as you descend you can see that you’re going to be a popular ride today.

The aid station coming into view looks completely swamped, with the few shelters present obviously overflowing.

<”10 seconds to landing,”> you hear 4582’s voice over the comm again.

“Standby!” you shout over the engines whining to 2337.

With a gentle touch, your brother sets the LAAT/i down in textbook style, leaving little to be desired. There’s some passing fire overhead, but it certainly is mostly wild and not targeted at you. You’re instantly able to step off the deck platform and down to the ground. Your attention is immediately caught by...

>The number of troopers on litters waiting for pickup.
>The Clone running up to you with blue armor markings.

>>3990144
>>The Clone running up to you with blue armor markings.
Rex?

>>3990144
>The Clone running up to you with blue armor markings.

No ignoring that hook.

>>3990144
>>The number of troopers on litters waiting for pickup.

They need help more, btw is our medical base being rebuilt?

>>3990144
>>The number of troopers on litters waiting for pickup.

>>3990144
>The number of troopers on litters waiting for pickup.

>>3989826
I mean, if our commander has totally checked out, surely our guidelines wouldn't forbid someone from taking their place, right? Cause that seems silly. We're not a droid after all.

>>3990144
>>The number of troopers on litters waiting for pickup.

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>>3990201
>>3990196
>>3990183
>>3990173
>The number of troopers on litters waiting for pickup.

This can’t be real, you think to yourself.

Sprawled out and stacked dozens deep, the wounded Clones here seem to fill every square inch of ground in the staging area. Some are severely wounded, barely moving and covered by bacta patches and bandages or missing limbs entirely. Some simply have their helmets off, visibly grimacing miserably as they clutch at various wounds. There’s almost no order to them or sign that they’ve been triaged properly.

Battalion aid stations like these were intended to be located close enough to the frontline that the wounded could either walk or be carried to safety, but far enough away that the wounded could be moved in enough time if they enemy started to push the lines back. It seems that the latter point would almost be impossible without multiple squadrons of LAAT/i or RTT crews making constant trips. 2337 seems to be struck by this as well and immediately heads over to the nearest group of wounded, starting to go into his procedures and trying to figure out the worst of the bunch for immediate transport.

You hear the sound of lift servos behind you, it’s the IM-6 droid.

“CT-0027,” the pleasant and sickly sweet sounding voice states, “There appears to be no indication of priority patients.”

“I can tell that much,” you reply, more than a bit concerned at the situation. There were only so many spaces on the LAAT/i. If you weren’t taking the worst of the injured Clones now, there was no chance they could hang on for too long waiting for another pickup.

>”We’ve got to at least get the worst we can find loaded, it seems everywhere is less than ideal today.”
>”IM-6, start helping 2337. I need to find who’s in charge of this. We’ll lose troopers if this isn’t fixed.”

>>3990207
>”IM-6, start helping 2337. I need to find who’s in charge of this. We’ll lose troopers if this isn’t fixed.”

We need to start getting triage up and running ASAP.

>>3990207
>>”IM-6, start helping 2337. I need to find who’s in charge of this. We’ll lose troopers if this isn’t fixed.”

Organizing this camp and getting lees wounded clones to help the others properly will do a lot of good. Well, unless the droids push in, in which case we are fucked. But we're not gonna spot that either unless we try to get on top of the situation.

>>3990173
As far as you know, yes.

>>3990197
The Clone forces are still based on a very hierarchical system. If a individual trooper like yourself attempted something like that and a Clone Commander above you disagreed, you'd probably have no support from anyone outside your squad. So to answer directly, someone could replace them, yes. If that's what we decide to do just note that it won't be easy for CT-0027 specifically, because there's probably multiple Clones ahead of him in authority that may intercede for better or worse.

>>3990207
>>”We’ve got to at least get the worst we can find loaded, it seems everywhere is less than ideal today.”

Lets get to work.

>>3990207
>”IM-6, start helping 2337. I need to find who’s in charge of this. We’ll lose troopers if this isn’t fixed

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>>3990268
>>3990214
>>3990213
>”IM-6, start helping 2337. I need to find who’s in charge of this. We’ll lose troopers if this isn’t fixed.”

“Ready to heal!” the droid says cheerfully, before floating over to 2337 and joining them.

You wave over at 4582 and Guile in the Pilot and Copilot position, signalling to be ready. They wave back positively and set out to find out what’s happening in the aid station. The wounded are so packed around the landing site you find yourself stepping over your injured brothers fairly often, the small camp filled nearly to the brim. Closer to the center of the station you see the waiting area in between two treatment tents, surrounded by a number of Clones waiting to get it. Most of the clones here seem much more ambulatory than the ones by the landing pad, the wounds here less severe and most of the clones walking under their own power.

You start pushing through the crowd to get to the tents, earning a few disproving words and demands that you “Wait your turn!” You tell them, with a degree of sternness in your voice to make old Sergeant Wrax proud, to make a path before you walked over them. Most of them seem to oblige and a hole opens up leading to one of the tent openings.

When you walk inside, you’re surprised to see only a pair of DD-13 medical droids working on a pair of troopers sitting on tables, with no Clone medical personnel. One is only getting a patch on his arm, while another is getting a large wound on his leg sewn up rapidly. You exit back out the tent and make your way to the other treatment center, only to find much the same: A pair of DD-13s working with no oversight on Clones with relatively minor wounds.

You approach the first DD-13 as it finishes. It turns to face you and start scanning you up and down.

“Droid,” you command, “State location of this aid station’s commander or medical unit.”

The medical droid seems to take a few seconds too long to answer.

“Droid,” you repeat, “State location of this camp’s commander.”

“Analysis complete,” the droid says plainly, “No wounds detected, report to the front immediately.”

“I’m not wounded,” you say, a bit frustrated, “I’m asking you a question. Why is there no triage happening? Why is no one here with you?”

“Medical team dispatched to priority case,” the droid finally answers, “Conditional instructions left to focus on patients who can return quickly to the front.”

You frown, that wasn’t normal procedure. Triage stations were needed to focus on the worst wounded, since minor injuries were able to wait longer for help.

“On whose authority?” you demand.

“Authorization implemented by CC-45/23-0992.”

With no sign of them here, it didn’t seem likely you would get to ask what in the blazes they were thinking.

>Return to 2337. Someone’s going to have to stay here and get things organized.
>Address the Clones outside, they need to understand what’s wrong.

>>3990309
>Address the Clones outside, they need to understand what’s wrong
We're going to need a lot of cooperation for this.

>>3990309
>>Return to 2337. Someone’s going to have to stay here and get things organized.

Let's see if we can get some of the least wounded to treat the others that can return to the front and have the droids focus on stabilizing troopers for transport.

Can we contact this Command Clone? See if the situation still requires immediate reinforcements?

>>3990309
>Address the Clones outside, they need to understand what’s wrong.

>>3990309
>>Return to 2337. Someone’s going to have to stay here and get things organized.

We have work to do, let's not waste any more time.

>>3990309
>>Return to 2337. Someone’s going to have to stay here and get things organized.

>>3990317
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>>3990326
>>3990331
>Return to 2337. Someone’s going to have to stay here and get things organized.
>Address the Clones outside, they need to understand what’s wrong.
Started writing when it seemed tied, I liked how they actually ended up going together. Apologies >>3990357

>Address the Clones outside, they need to understand what’s wrong.

Feeling that the droid wouldn’t be of any more help, you decide to address your brothers directly to hopefully settle the matter. Stepping out from the tent, you raise your hands in the air and wave them to get as much attention as you can.

“Listen up,” you raise your voice enough to carry, “Anyone who is slightly wounded needs to clear out and help the seriously wounded here instead!”

“We were told to get fixed up and back to the front,” one Clone calls out from the back, “There’s no fixing some of them.”

There’s a lot of agreements that go around following it.

“This station can’t fix them,” you respond, trying to be patient, “But it can stabilize them enough to keep living until we can fly them back to the hospital station.”

“Why are you telling us what to do,” another clone says angrily, “Instead of that then? We’re the ones wounded and trying to get back into the fight.”

“Whos’s side are you on?” another one questions, “Get back to work and let us get fixed!”

“You can get fixed later,” you holler back, your calmness starting to break, “If you can’t fight with a stubbed toe, you must have been trained a lot more gently than me!”

That incenses them a bit too much, you instantly regret. Your way with words a bit too harsh. The shouts rise up and there’s a lot of hands pushing for you to get out of the way. Hastily beating a retreat, you press through the lot to get clear. Curiously, there’s a few clones who start following you, much less aggressive than the rest, but definitely fairly wounded. The first has his arm in a sling and he approaches slightly limping.

“How can we help, brother?”

“We need to get some authority here,” you explain, “If the less wounded can help the severely wounded, we’ll save more lives. Are there any comms here to contact the officer in charge?”

“None that are working,” he explains, “There’s a jamming signal across the whole front for almost twenty minutes now. Nothing’s getting through.”

That’s unfortunate, you think. Without someone who has the authority to order different…

“Let’s go,” you say suddenly, “We have a medic with us. He might be able to sort this out.”

The three wounded troopers agree and all of you set out back to the LAAT/i.

>Ask what’s happening on the front on the way.
>Try to see if anyone knows more about why the medical team left.

>>3990368
>Try to see if anyone knows more about why the medical team left.

>>3990368
>>Try to see if anyone knows more about why the medical team left.

>>3990368
>Try to see if anyone knows more about why the medical team left.

>>3990368
>>Ask what’s happening on the front on the way.

>>3990368
>>Ask what’s happening on the front on the way.

>>3990368
>>Try to see if anyone knows more about why the medical team left.


I’m liking the clone medic so far

>>3990368
>Try to see if anyone knows more about why the medical team left.

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>>3990402
>>3990380
>>3990379
>>3990373
>>3990396
>Try to see if anyone knows more about why the medical team left.

“What was so important,” you start, “That the entire medical team would leave this station to a handful of droids?”

“It was pretty sudden,” your new, limping friend explains, “An RTT showed up and they all started to hurry inside. They ended up driving for the front it looked like.”

He seems to be the one with the most knowledge of things, you note to yourself.

“But why?” you question, “What would take all of them?”

“Could have been serious mass casualties,” he ponders, “Maybe a real bad artillery hit? Or maybe it was someone really special?”

That certainly could be true, you think to yourself, but to leave all of these brothers to simply die…

You start stepping over clones again, at last arriving back at the landing pad. You see that 2337 and the IM-6 have been busy. There’s a half dozen troopers loaded up already and looking a little better patched up. There’s a handful more close by, with your brother and the droid quickly working in tandem with each other.

“Medpac,” 2337 requests from IM-6 as you approach.

The droid obliges, dispensing one directly before returning to its own work on the Clone next to him.

“There’s no one in charge here,” you say bluntly.

“Figured that,” 2337 says, “We’ve got a load with these troopers and will be ready to go, but if we have to do this every time, it’s going to take far too long.”

“Suggestion,” IM-6 politely offers, “I am programmed to perform triage services. With additional help I can begin organizing the patients here.”

“Negative,” 2337 says, “You’re going to be needed in-flight to help me keep these men all stable. None of us can move as easily as you can up there.”

“If we don’t do something about the droids here,” you explain, “They’re just going to keep ignoring the severely wounded. One droid can’t keep up.”

“What do you suggest?” 2337 asks.

>”You should stay here. Declare a medical emergency in the absence of the commander.”
>”I’ll stay here and do what we can. These men will need you just as much in flight.”

>>3990407
>”I’ll stay here and do what we can. These men will need you just as much in flight.”

>>3990407
>>”You should stay here. Declare a medical emergency in the absence of the commander.”

Would that actually give 2337 the needed authority? If so, I'd suggest we take the first flight with the droid while 2337 gathers the worst of the injured and prepares them for transport, then hand authority over to us as we return.

Once the most heavily wounded are shipped out, they IM-6 should be fine to keep the next shipments stable during the flight.

It's not ideal, as we'll likely lose a few brothers during the flight, but it might get around the command issue and actually allow us to utilize the on-site droids properly without directly disobeying orders.

>>3990407
>>”I’ll stay here and do what we can. These men will need you just as much in flight.”
>>3990415
I agree with the idea but the placement.

We need him in the air to keep the heavily injured stable, however, we can help organize the worse injured with our less wounded brothers.

And maybe take out any spare medpac from the LAAT/I to use here and wait for their return.

Also order 2337, to return with as many IM-6s, medical equipment or other medics the hospital can spare and the transport can carry so we can organize and set up a proper field hospital.

>>3990407
>>”I’ll stay here and do what we can. These men will need you just as much in flight.”

>>3990407
>>”I’ll stay here and do what we can. These men will need you just as much in flight.”

>>3990407
>>3990424
Supporting this.

Order him to bring back extra medical equipment and supplies on the return trip so we can set up a proper field hospital.

Emergency patches won’t be enough.

Can we at least get him to declare the emergency before he leaves? It might helps with the DD-13s.

>>3990431
>>3990429
>>3990424
>>3990411
>”I’ll stay here and do what we can. These men will need you just as much in flight.”

“Hurry back and bring whatever gear you can to help out,” you explain, “These brothers will need all the help we can get them.”

2337 stands up, finished with the trooper at his feet for now.

“Understood,” the medic responds, “Help us load these brothers up and we’ll be back before you know it.”

Together, with the help of IM-6 and the volunteers, you finish loading up the LAAT/i and get it prepped for takeoff. 4582 is a bit concerned at leaving you, but it’s not a hard thing to convince him. Once you say that they’re all depending on him, you see the steely resolve in his eyes. 2337 leaves you with a dozen or so extra medpacs, but all the rest he’s likely to need. Still, it should last for now.

Watching the LAAT/i take off without you is a strange feeling and you hope the best for your brothers…

“Pardon, brother…” the wounded clone besides you starts.

“Double-Oh-Two-Seven,” you greet him back.

“Call me, Dak,” he replies, “Just tell us what you need.”

“The key is for us to get the worst of the wounded ready for pickup,” you hastily task them, :There’s different levels, but I probably won’t have enough time to explain it anyway. Focus on the brothers who seem like they're not going to live long, get them up front here. Anyone who can walk or only needs a patch can go bother the DD-13s or, better, help us out instead.”

“Understood, anything else?”

You wonder for a moment. You would certainly be able to do more than most the clones here, but your mind keeps going beck to the medical droids. There must be someway you can actually make use of them.

>”Let’s get started. If you find any of them not breathing or without a pulse, call me over immediately.”
>”Get started without me. I’ll be right back-- I’m going to try one more thing with droids...”

>>3990446
>>”Let’s get started. If you find any of them not breathing or without a pulse, call me over immediately.”

>>3990435
Unfortunately no. The medical emergency would only last for as long as he was there, since it's personally declared. He wouldn't have been able to leave without another medic or someone higher ranking to keep the droids from reverting back.

>>3990446
>>”Let’s get started. If you find any of them not breathing or without a pulse, call me over immediately.”

>>3990446
>”Get started without me. I’ll be right back-- I’m going to try one more thing with droids...”
What if we keep the less injured away from the droids? Keep the droids contained to the worst cases. Circumvent their priority programming so the only choices they have are actually critically wounded.

>>3990446
>>”Get started without me. I’ll be right back-- I’m going to try one more thing with droids...”

>>3990446
>>”Get started without me. I’ll be right back-- I’m going to try one more thing with droids...”

>>3990457
The thing is we tried that and our brothers are too stobborn and want to get back to the fight

>>3990446
>>”Get started without me. I’ll be right back-- I’m going to try one more thing with droids...”


They should have a priority system in pace for emergencies like this. Not to mention they move.

Also tell the clones waiting in line that we will bring more medics supplies and medic will come back. We need to have them be patient so we can save more of our brothers!

>Authorize priority treatment on heavily injured patients

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>>3990472
>>3990464
>>3990458
>>3990457
>”Get started without me. I’ll be right back-- I’m going to try one more thing with the droids...”

Dak nods and quickly hobbles with the rest of his brothers to work. Even though they’re not trained beyond basic first aid, they seem ready and willing to do what they can.

You quickly start heading back to the medical tents, mind racing on how to solve the problem at hand. If Countdown were here, you think a bit remorsefully, he’d probably just reprogram them or something. That was probably beyond your skill set and you’re not sure if anyone else in the camp would be so willing to flagrantly violate protocol anyway.

No, you consider. There had to be other ways.

There seemed to be two main themes of options, running through your mind. You could try getting the lightly wounded clones away from the droids again, though you suspected you would either need to be much more aggressive or much more clever. You suppose you could challenge them all to a fight and do fairly well, but you would never want to harm any of them. Alternatively, you could attempt to deceive the droids into listening to you, though you’re not certain how well that would turn out…

>Try to convince your brothers there’s an attack incoming. That will get them moving.
>Attempt to use your Commander’s credentials to override the droids previous orders.

>>3990475
>Try to convince your brothers there’s an attack incoming. That will get them moving.

Don't need to be too crazy. Just get them to dig in and fortify a defensive perimeter around the medical camp. We could use the security anyways.

>>3990475
>Simply tell your brothers to at least spare one Medical Droid, or else they DIE. You can still fight while the ones laying there are fighting for their lives! Give your brothers a fighting chance until more supplies come!

TLDR: at least convince your brothers your are a medical crew chief and you sent your men to get more supplies ASAP but we need one droid to help the MORTALLY wounded. lay on the guilt while they are standing there twitting their thumbs our brothers are dying and could be saved.

>>3990475
>Attempt to use your Commander’s credentials to override the droids previous orders

>>3990475
>>Attempt to use your Commander’s credentials to override the droids previous orders.

>>3990475
>>3990477
>>3990480
A combination of these.

These guys are restless since all they are doing is waiting to get patched up to return to fight.

If they are getting stir crazy have them be useful and build defenses or guard the out area and those that can’t can help moving the injured so they can evacuate.

Also remind them more help is coming so save a brother and not have them die before they can get looked at.

>>3990487
Supporting

>>3990484
Supporting this too.

>>3990475
Quick question, how is the bacta patches and band-aids supply looking?

or medical supplies in general..

Have all the clone troopers alive or dead have removed any spares from their kits?

>>3990475
>>Attempt to use your Commander’s credentials to override the droids previous orders.

Man we're gonna get our shit kicked in once the Commander returns.

>>3990500
Better that than letting our brothers die.

>>3990512
It is. But I feel like jumping straight to 'Fuck orders, I know best, let's fake credentials.' without trying to convince anyone or working around the rules isn't gonna end well.

>>3990505
Not your personal army.

>>3990505
What does this have to do with this quest?

>>3990500
How so? We are not faking the commander's order but convincing our brothers to either organize their collective shit to save fellow brothers or to spare at least one medical droid so other don't bleed out.

>>3990494
You have a fair pile of medpacs with you now, but a much larger pile of the supplies would be near the medical tents.

If the troopers are here, there's a fair chance they've already used their personal kit.

>>3990521
how about the dead ones?

>>3990505
fuck outta here nerd.

>>3990475
>>Try to convince your brothers there’s an attack incoming. That will get them moving.

The commander is not here, and we have no comms w/ them. As the only senior medical personnel left the triage station should fall under our command.

Also sweet quest QM!

Just start spouting orders like we own the place, good soldiers follow orders and all that. Rank and file clones are not going to question 'orders'.

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>>3990527
>Try to convince your brothers there’s an attack incoming. That will get them moving.

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>>3990498
>Attempt to use your Commander’s credentials to override the droids previous orders.

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>>3990530
>Tell your brothers to give you access.

Just trying to keep the channels clear. It looks like we're roughly at a tie for the moment. This is a fairly important decision, so I'll give it ten more minutes to settle out. Please make sure I've got you understood correctly!

>>3990526
We'll make sure they check.

>>3990540
>Attempt to use your Commander’s credentials to override the droids previous orders.

>>3990480
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>>3990540
Mins was a expansion of tell them to expect a attack.

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>>3990542
>Attempt to use your Commander’s credentials to override the droids previous orders.

The plan formulates in your mind. It’s a bit risky, but if you can convince your brothers to clear out and get busy on a defensive perimeter, you may be able to get the worst of the injured in for help. As you reach the medical tent again, you see that the crowd seems to be growing larger still. There must be more troops still coming in and joining the mass of waiting walking wounded…

This could be used to your advantage. Especially if the recently arrived troops are flowing in steadily, that would lend credence to needing to make a defensive line. The question was, however, if they would believe you at face value? You think a bit harder on that. You’ll probably want to keep your beskad out of sight for a moment, since the ones who saw you earlier would probably recognize it. Without that, you could easily just be another brother as far as they’re concerned.

It strikes you that you could add to the deception though.

If you cut yourself up a bit first, that could make it seem more likely you’ve just come from the front. Setting off your detonator out of sight could make them think the battle is moving closer too. It might be overkill or maybe even make your timing more suspicious. You think of the Clones currently triaging the wounded, they just needed to be told what to do directly. It could be that just starting issuing orders could be effective enough…

>Use your detonator and beskad to help your story seem more believable.
>Focus on discreteness. Just start assigning duties and trust your brothers fall in.

>>3990556
Damn Separatist subterfuge. that should say:

>Try to convince your brothers there’s an attack incoming. That will get them moving.

Since I misunderstood >>3990542
, it wasn't actually tied.

>>3990559
So what now?

>>3990560
>>3990556 is still correct decision choice wise, I just have the wrong option at the top. You can decide between if you want to make a spectacle or try to be more discreet.

>>3990556
>>Focus on discreteness. Just start assigning duties and trust your brothers fall in.

Someone needs to take command, just focus on giving orders and organize them. Technically we hold rank since its a medical situation,

>>3990556
>Focus on discreteness. Just start assigning duties and trust your brothers fall in.

>>3990556
>>Focus on discreteness. Just start assigning duties and trust your brothers fall in.

Maybe hurting ourselves and wasting a detonator just to cause a panic at a medical station is a bad idea.

>>3990556
>>Focus on discreteness. Just start assigning duties and trust your brothers fall in.

>>3990556
>Focus on discreteness. Just start assigning duties and trust your brothers fall in.

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>Focus on discreteness. Just start assigning duties and trust your brothers fall in.

You shake the idea for theatrics out of your head, the majority of your brothers probably wouldn’t buy your acting anyway. As you think on it, you consider that the most effective thing to do for Clones looking to get back into the fight is to just tell them to get ready.

You decide to put your theory to the test.

Scouting out the back of the mass of Clone Troopers, you pick out one of your brothers who has an entrenching tool on him. He seems to have a slight wound on his head, but the blood looks dried and finished already.

“Brother,” you tap him on the shoulder, as authoritative as you can manage, “Are you healthy enough to still use that shovel?”

He turns, facing you with a slightly questioning look.

“I can, brother,” he replies, “what for?”

“Grab ten other troopers,” you state directly, “Prferably with shovels of their own. Start digging fighting holes on the frontward perimeter.”

He seems a bit lost for words for a moment.

“10 meter staggered spacing,” you add for good measure, “On the double.”

“Yes, Sir-- Brother--” he stumbles.

“Chief,” you correct him, technically not lying even though your LAAT/i isn’t here.

“Yes, Chief!” he says, before turning and searching through the crowd for more brothers with entrenching tools.

One by one, you see him repeating the command to the lucky diggers. It doesn’t take long for him to have a squad all his own and heading directly for the front of the aid station. You seek out another brother, this one carrying a pair of binoculars. He’s got a bandage holding black some bleeding on his arm, but otherwise looks okay.

“Brother,” you repeat the process, “Are your eyes still nominal?”

He reflexively blinks, “Yes, brother.”

“Chief,” you correct with a disapproving look.

“Ugh… Yes, Chief!” he snaps to attention.

“Get two brothers and start marking ranges outward from the base,” you command, “50 meter increments, we’re going to need firing coordinates soon.”

“Are we going to be attacked?” he says, startled. This catches the attention of a few more brothers nearby, who look over with concerned and curious looks.

“We’re going to blast them,” your confidence beams, “But we’ll need your ranges to make it happen.”

“Yes, Chief!” he shouts.

This time, some of the others approach you. A brother with a bandage covering his left eye and another clone with his arm in a splint.

“What can we do, Chief?” the first asks expectantly, “We can fight!”

On and on it goes, as more and more brothers start crowding around you.

>Start slipping in orders to help take care of the wounded.
>Keep focused on the defenses, once the droids have no one else to see it will take care of itself.

>>3990587
>>Start slipping in orders to help take care of the wounded.

>>3990587
>>Start slipping in orders to help take care of the wounded.

>>3990587
>>Start slipping in orders to help take care of the wounded.

>Have them move the wounded to the landing area for safety and not get in the way of the 'attack'

>>3990610
Supporting this one.

>>3990610

>>3990587

Supporting this

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>Start slipping in orders to help take care of the wounded.
>Have them move the wounded to the landing area for safety and not get in the way of the 'attack'

“Find the heaviest weapons you can,” you say to the clones, “And enough crew for them. Set up firing lanes to cover the approaches.”

The chorus of affirmatives follow.

“What about me, Chief?” the next brother asks, his top armor removed and a large bandage on his chest.

“You think you can fight like that, trooper?” you ask doubtfully.

He puffs out his chest, earning a wince for his trouble.

“I may be hurt, Chief,” he tries to explain, “But I still want to help!”

Pretending to mull over it for a few seconds, you see an opportunity for real progress.

“Gather some more brothers and report to the troopers working near the landing strip,” you say, pointing, “Let them know you’re moving the worst of the wounded here, inside the defensive perimeter. Have any troopers who can still fight report to me for orders.”

“Consider it done, Chief!”

You nod, satisfied. It’s not long for the whole station to be busy with an entirely different activity than the panicked rush to get healed from before. The plan seems to be working perfectly. A few of the troopers who manage to approach you certainly have wounds that need attention, for them you send them inside to the droids to patch up a bit more.

As the heaviest of the wounded start arriving, you can see the DD-13s are a bit confused. They each attempt to look for less wounded troopers nearby but, finding none, decide to help the ones in front of them.

The orders from you slowly get more and more intricate. You’re running out of ideas, admittedly. After having the fighting holes extended to trenches and doubling out the lines, it’s quickly transforming the aid station into a legitimate fighting position by your estimation. Your careful to have newly arriving wounded report to you for triage or assignment and, when there’s a lull in the arrivals or work, you have the more lightly wounded start getting treated as well. Everything seems perfect.

Except, that your own brothers haven’t yet returned.

It’s more than a little worrying. You would have expected them to have done another sortie by now.

There’s not much time to worry however, when suddenly…

>There's shouting coming from the front of the aid station...
>A pair of droid fighters buzz by mere meters overhead.

>>3990621
>>There's shouting coming from the front of the aid station...

>>3990610
Supporting.

Also, I think we've got our nickname proper.

>>3990621
>There's shouting coming from the front of the aid station...

>>3990623
Commander Chief, I like it.

>>3990627
Dammit who the hell keeps painting my armor sage green. And where the hell did they get the paint.

>>3990621
>A pair of droid fighters buzz by mere meters overhead.

>>3990621
>There's shouting coming from the front of the aid station...

>>3990621
>Droid fighters.
>>3990628
I pity the Seps who wear purple.

>>3990621
>>There's shouting coming from the front of the aid station...


There shouldn't be droid fighters here right now.

At best we may be facing Nantex fighters

>>3990621
>>There's shouting coming from the front of the aid station...
>>3990636
There could be vulture droids since it’s on the wiki.

>>3990621
>>There's shouting coming from the front of the aid station...

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>There's shouting coming from the front of the aid station…

A number of voices rise in unison, calling for you at the front of the aid station. You immediately hustle over, hoping to find what the commotion is all about. You cross through some of the hastily erected wire one of the troopers had been able to find and slide into the observation trench. It’s good work for only an hour or so of work, more than plenty to take cover behind and fight from.

“What’s going on?” you ask, walking up behind the trooper from before with binoculars.

“Take a look, Chief,” he says, passing the optic.

You bring them up to your visor and scan the horizon, noting his very neatly marked range finders in the distance. There’s a large dust cloud moving across the horizon, almost coming your way and slowly figures are coming into view. They’re colored an assortment of reds and browns, with some lighter colors…

“Troopers,” you say definitively, “And they’re in a hurry…”

Indeed, as more come into view, you’re almost certain it’s a whole company or more and they seem to be in full retreat. You decide to figure this out.

Passing the binoculars back, you climb up from the trench and start walking out, waving your hands to get their attention. They adjust their course and start coming in directly to the position.

“What’s going on, brothers?!” you shout, as the nearest one gets close enough to call to.

“Droids!” comes the call back from the dust cover trooper, between heavy panting, “They just broke through and we’re falling back. Where the blazes are we? The next defensive line is five clicks back, we didn’t think we’d make it to cover before they caught up…”

What a strange galaxy, you think to yourself. You struggle to weigh just what this was all meaning. If an army was attacking, you would need to get the wounded ready to move. However, with the line already broken, you didn’t like the chances of being able to move them across the open in time without some cover…

>”This is your lucky day, we’re dug in tight and ready for them. Take position and get ready.”
>”This is only an aid station. We need to hold out here until we get the wounded back to safety…”

>>3990642
This will be my last post for this evening, I'll let this sit open until tomorrow.

I may be a bit later starting than I was today, probably closer to 0300 GMT, but I'll give updates as I can if I think that's changing. Thanks for playing today and all the comments!

Feel free to hit me with any questions in the meanwhile.

>>3990636
Good to be on your toes, well done trooper.

>>3990642
>Your lucky day then.

That feeling when we just bullshitted our way into solving not one, but two problems.

>>3990642
>”This is only an aid station. We need to hold out here until we get the wounded back to safety…”

We probably don't have the resources to halt a full advance, even with the new troopers. But we can try to utilize our defenses to hold the enemy until we can make an orderly retreat. Hopefully our LAAT/i will come back soon.

>>3990621

>There's shouting coming from the front of the aid station...

>>3990642

>”This is your lucky day, we’re dug in tight and ready for them. Take position and get ready.”

'Usually the good lord works in mysterious ways. But not today!'

>>3990642
>”This is your lucky day, we’re dug in tight and ready for them. Take position and get ready.”

A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one

>>3990642
If the next defensive line is 5 klicks away and they didn't think they'd make it we sure as hell aren't dragging wounded along. Need to take up defensive positions, get someone to try and com in our position for evac or support, and pray we can get through the jamming for the previous.

>>3990642
Trooper? I thought we finished organzing the deeply wounded away from the 'attack', even the Medical droids are helping to treat them in the rear.


>”This is your lucky day, we’re dug in tight and ready for them. Take position and get ready.”

We already built defenses for this shit and need to protect the very wounded troopers anyway.

>>3990642
>>”This is your lucky day, we’re dug in tight and ready for them. Take position and get ready.”

>>3990642
>Your Lucky Day
>Inb4 we end up getting named Vod’Alor (Brother-Chief)

>>3990144
>reinstalling SW:Battlefront 2

>>3990698
Man, Battlefront's space combat was the shit.

>>3990644
Would Writ have taught us the Resol’nare? Because if he did, I think we’re already technically a Mandalorian

>>3990642
>”This is your lucky day, we’re dug in tight and ready for them. Take position and get ready.”

Rally all able bodied clones, and have them expand our defenses by building it more in depth so we have room to collapse and fall back. to another defensive line instead of just one line before they break.

Start sandbagging, and use any local material from trees and plants, to rocks. We build up our position further, and make battle lines and connecting trenches.

Set up crew served potions with ammunition and fall back points. Have ammo ready to be ferried out to the guys likely to run out, and scavenge from the dead.

Ask how many of the new troopers there are or what their unit size is, and a rough estimate of the incoming droid army.

>>3990642

Seconding>>3990887

>>3990642
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>>3991021
Way to be proactive troopers. It's seems like the voting so far is for an active defense of the station, rather than a fighting retreat. The time before the attack is probably insufficient for much more digging in, but you'll likely be able to perform ad hoc defenses once the battle starts. Keep in mind, Geonosis is quite barren-- trees and plants aren't in the cards.

Schedule for tonight is looking around closer to 0200 GMT, but to utilize all of your planning abilities I've went ahead and produced an overall view of the aid stations, its defenses, and personnel present. I don't know how much I'll use it during the battle for narrative purposes, but it can at least provide a snapshot of things and let you decide where to stage things/troops.

The Clone company that has just arrived still has its command structure intact, so you are unable to direct them specifically. Each square represents a squad and the circles generally specific leaders. Captain Alfonse (A) is at the HQ/Communication tent. Lieutenant Bones (B) is at the observation point and is in charge of the front line defenses. Lieutenant Crix (C) is slightly wounded, but still fighting, and is in charge of their own fighting wounded who are acting as a reserve force.

CT-0027 is the white circle and has been left in charge of the wounded troopers of the aid station, numbering about 8 squads. They're in a bad way generally (less than 50% health by comparison) and likely won't hold up under sustained fire like the healthy allies, but they can still move and function. You have been ordered and authorized to give them tasks and assignments to support the coming fight, along with stationing them where you see fit. The heavily wounded are currently close to the Med Tents and the 2 pairs of medical droids there.

The rest of the disposition of the base can be seen in the image. Feel free to discuss and plan. I'll have intermittent communications with you until the battle starts.

>>3991053
Take any weapons and ammo the dead troopers may have, keep the walking wounded digging and sandbagging a fall back position.

We need to call in reinforcements and any amount of artillery and air support we can. Do we have flares? And do we have anything like a claymore? We should rig the area infront of the trenches to blow as well as have the coms equipment ready to be destroyed.

>>3991053
Anything on the comms? Are being jammed? How much ammunition do we have, do Alfonse's men have any heavy weaponry with them? Do we? Mines, Dets, Droidpoppers?

Can we relocate Comms so that they're further from the fighting?

>>3991067
We should probably sandbag the tents and turn them into fighting positions for the walking wounded if need be.

>>3991064
I like this but also, the landing pads seem a little undefended so if possible I’d like to beef them up, I’d also like to get the best of the walking wounded to help with emergency triage, Ammo, and giving front line First Aid
>>3991067
The Comms will probably reestablish during the attack unless the droids want to be extra clunky

>>3991069
Yes, that does sound like a good idea, at the very least we should start digging Ranger Graves to prevent shrapnel and loose fire

>>3991069
I agree, but we should also try to keep the landing pads clear. Shame the trenches don't stretch that far. They and the comms are basically our only hope if we get overwhelmed, so we need to make taking them difficult.

>>3991070
Yeah it's definitely an issue but if the ground is flat enough we should be okay to land guys behind us. Not sure if we can spare men pushed out there. I'd like a bit more depth to the defense and the medical tents and comms are definitely key positions.

>>3991070
All the more reason to move them back. If they only become useful as the attack starts, having them near the front could be disastrous.

>>3991078
We should move them to the other side of the generators then sandbag the generators and turn the old comms and and hygiene areas into defensive positions.

>>3991064
>>3991067
Generally speaking, there are detonators yet spread through the squads, but nothing like landmines or other high explosives. The heaviest weapons are mostly repeating blasters and a couple rotary cannons, they've been focused in the fighting holes. There are no flares or smoke grenades of the sort.

Comms are currently being jammed as far as you know, only very local commlinks are functioning. You will not be able to move comms, as the Captain will not want them disturbed while he's working and coordinating his troops.

Ammunition his sufficient for every trooper to have multiple reloads, but after a few rounds of fighting they're likely to start running low without resupply. There is a sufficient amount in the ammo dump to keep them fighting for quite a while, depending on if it's kept safe and distributed.

>>3991079
SW generators do like to blow up though. Otherwise decent plan, depends how easily we can move them I guess. I'd like the Comms as far from the fighting as possible.

>>3991082
No EMP grenades then? Shame, those would've been great to have in reverse to allow flanked troops time to disengage.

Anyway, in light of the Captains orders I'd say let's just get some clones to fortify comms as much as they're able, can't let our only hope if reinforcements get taken out by a stray blasterbolt.

Also is jamming lifting before attacks a thing?

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>>3991082
Okay well basic plan we are going to sandbag the forward tents and have some wounded troopers take up positions in them especially the hygiene tent, the guys in the fighting holes and front trench should take a double load of ammo.

Sandbag the generators while we fight and have the wounded know if the line breaks to blow the generators and comms equipment.

Big focus is to set up defensive positions in the forward tents and sand bag those generators. After that anyone left over should dig a shell scrape and pray we get comms back.

>>3991053
is the terrain all flat then? Do we have anturael barriers on our flanks? Whats to stop the droids from rolling up and going around our defences then?

After a while some droids, even if the yare to stupid to go around our defenses will naturally do so when they pile up on the front and spread out to the sides to fire on us more and more.

We have no defensive depth or mobility to perform a fighting retreat.

We should make trenches connecting all the tents and jerry rig some HESCO barriers by like filling some strong cloth or fabrics like extra tents rapped and binded on the outside with wire mesh or strong rope and strings.

We need more foxholes on the inside of the camp, and we need to try to make shallow trenches connecting them all, at least he exterior ones so its safer to extra wounded from these positions.

>>3991144
We probably dont have time to do all that the hope is to use the walking wounded as a reserve to fill in as the situation changes. Hopefully they can fortify the inside as the outer trench buys time.

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Made a little map.
Grey is trenches we need to build.

Thin, yellow boxes are sandbagged tents that need sandbagging.

Thick yellow lines are the hesco barriers.

Red box is a elevated firing position for our heavies or support.

I strongly advocate fortifying our ammo and fuel depots and comms.

>>3991145
We try to get as much done, or just do shallow half trenches or just add some more foxholes since they will be easier quicker make and throw some sandbags ontop.

If there are enough rocks around we can make some quick sangars.

Another idea is we focus on getting the wound up to fighting strength so we have more able bodied troopers to fight back or hold a gun with.

>>3991151
Any of the healthier clones should carry a DC-15S carbine, while the more wounded should carry ammunition backpacks to keep the front resupplied.

>>3990642
>>”This is your lucky day, we’re dug in tight and ready for them. Take position and get ready.”

>>3991162
Shouldn't it be the other way around?

Injured troopers carrying heavy packs and exhausting themselves compared to sitting tight and in position where all the need to do is shoot and duck incoming fire?

Non injured troopers would be able to move faster and carry more, and won't die if they get hit. They'd also be less likely to get hit.

>>3991151
We could probably manage a small half trench connecting the ones on the right side and sandbag the tents. The rest is a lot of work for limited time with injured troopers.

My big push is to make sure there is enough ammo and we can hold. No way we can pull off a fighting retreat in such open ground.

Think any of the new troopers got and fast moving craft or comms gear, maybe one of them is a radioman who can help cut through the jamming to send a signal.

Also, we can skip on sandbagging the ammo tent if we spread out the ammo to the troops around the place, or have mini dumps near the front and some extra for the guys in isolated foxholes.

Since we have ranges marked down, won’t it be smarter to have the rifles fire first and Widdle them down so that the carbines can open fire

There's a few different ideas floating around, so I've worked out a basic indication of the ideas mentioned.

Essentially, a number of the wounded will begin two major areas of fortification: Adding sandbags to the north row of tents to make a fallback position and on the East side around the landing strip.

The remaining clones are set to transfer ammo from the ammo dump to a more centralized position inside the defenses.

Let me know if you other preferences.

Additionally, please let me know where you'd roughly like CT-0027 to be at the start.

>>3991371
I think we should distribute ammo to forward potions and at fallback points so there is less need for troopers to run around and less big targets that can go boom.

Like put some extra ammo in the trenches and isolated positions that may not get much chance for resupply.

Poor out some fuel into fuel cans in case the main fuel depot goes.

Sandbag maybe only one or two sides of a tent to save on time and we can maybe sandbag more areas. Worried about the landing pad being so exposed with nothing to cover or protect things moving to on or off of it.

How big are the foxholes? How many people can fit in them?

Also can we rig a bunch of detonators to blow up remotely or by shooting at them and set off a chain reaction?

I'd like double O chief to be checking on the men at the fighting position holes before moving into the rear trench.

>>3991371
Sounds good to me.

0027 should be at the front. We're perfectly healthy and in peak fighting condition so let's make the most of it.

>>3991371
Ignore the landing pad the ground is flat ships can land anywhere. Focus on the hygiene comms and generators with the sandbags. Spread the ammo out make sure the fighting holes are well supplied.

Basically a fallback position and distribute ammo. We should start in the secondary trench. Instead of holding the landing pad we should set up defenses around the hygiene area and triage area.

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As a note, pushing back the start time to 0300 GMT. Still plenty of time to get your thoughts/comments in!

>>3991393
They are sized appropriately for a squad. Whether it's one big fighting hole or smaller individual ones. The goal is to show they have some cover.

You potentially could string detonators, but it would need a fair deal of tech skill and at more than a little risk.

>>3991482
How long until droids makes contact and what did the survivors can tell us what we are up against.

Judging by our own experience it’s either Geonosians or B1s or OOM droids.

Welcome to Rorke’s Drift: Star Wars Edition.

>>3991525

Clones of Kamino, march to glory,
Victory is hov'ring o'er ye,
Bright-eyed freedom stands before ye,
Hear ye not her call?
At your sloth she seems to wonder;
Rend the sluggish bonds asunder,
Let the war-cry's deaf'ning thunder
Every droid appall.

Echoes loudly waking,
Hill and valley shaking;
'Till the sound spreads wide around,
The Republic's courage breaking;
Your foes on every side assailing,
Forward press with heart unfailing,
'Till Clankers learn with quailing,
Brothers ne'er can yield!

Say, what do you guys think of sending two runners back to the suspected friendly positions just in case the jamming never lets up?

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>”This is your lucky day, we’re dug in tight and ready for them. Take position and get ready.”

The company took position and short order, forming a strong defensive line. You had noticed quickly that your existing trenches were likely insufficient to cover the right flank of the base and set the wounded to improving the defenses there. Also recognizing the need to harden some more points within the base, you tasked some of your other brothers to begin sandbagging to prepare fallback positions. The determination of the wounded to perform their orders was admirable, but it did make you wonder about the differences between them and you.

They had started listening to you without any questioning or understanding of your intentions beyond a thin veneer. You had all been trained for obedience you knew, but seeing it first hand was something else. Would your other squad do the same without you there? What had Wrax done that made you so willing to act differently?

Walking the front of the newly extended lines, you kept an eye on the progress being made. New fighting positions would help keep the right flank covered and hopefully keep the droids from the aid station long-- or at least make them buy it expensively.

You’ve barely thought about the droids, your focus more on helping your brothers getting ready, but that one moment seems to have been enough. One of your brothers points in the distance, a massive cloud of dust rising and drawing near.

It’s incredibly large.

Sure enough, the first signs of the droids come into view, a long column of droids marching straight ahead with the aid station almost right in their path. You can’t tell how far back it stretches, but the marching droids are surely company upon company strong or bring in heavy forces with that dust cloud… There's at least one full company moving now though. At this distance, however, you can make out their models.

They’re at least still out of range and don’t seem to be in attack mode yet…

>Help your brothers finish as much as can.
>Head over to the fighting position for a better look.

>>3991611
The next defensive positions are a ways off and Geonosis is mostly open areas filled with desert and dust, not a good position without a car.

>>3991621
>>Help your brothers finish as much as can.

>>3991621
>>Help your brothers finish as much as can.

Tell your brothers with the long rifles to pick their targets! We have already have the range set down beforehand! It’s just like the target practice simulations.

The ones with the carbines or wounded to continue to help out.

Trooper didn’t the commander in charge gave us any info on the enemy?

>>3991628
True, but the droids attention will be focused on us. So while it won't be safe it should be manageable.

>>3991621
>Help your brothers finish as much as can.

We already have spotters. They should be able to identify the droids soon.

>>3991635
One of the first orders that we did was have the wounded set up range markers ahead, so we have the accuracy jump ahead of them.

The rifles should at least pick off the incoming hoarde, considering the droids will have a hard time locking onto us immediately. Especially the B1 and OOM droid model.

>>3991637
Eh, 5 clicks is far away and I rather not have runners walk through the desert, when we need them to push against the hoarde.

>We already have spotters.

We set down range markers too so aiming will be easier, it will be the equivalent to that scene in Zulu where the British picked their shots at the coming Zulu hoarde

Just have them call their shots

>>3991621
>>Help your brothers finish as much as can.

>>3991621
>Help your Brothers
I kinda want to literally draw a line in the sand with our beskad and make a big “Not one step back, VODE AN” speech

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>>3991664
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>>3991629
>Help your brothers finish as much as you can.

You redouble your efforts on the additional barriers. The work proceeds as the droids continue their approach. You notice even more coming into view, but the most notable sign is the sudden change of vector of the majority of the column. Looking into the dust cloud, you’re certain the majority or moving toward the front of the trench network, while the rest continue forward.

It strikes you that they may be aiming for a two prong attack, tying up the majority on the front will marching in from the side. You check your brothers’ progress. The sandbags and earthworks are coming along, but there’s still more work to do. You see your brothers shifting ammo closer to the lines from the ammo dump...

>Have your brothers moving the ammo join in with defenses. This side will be hit hard.
>Have them keep moving the ammo, there won’t be much opportunity later.

>>3991669
>>Have them keep moving the ammo, there won’t be much opportunity later.

>>3991669
Buggery
>drop the ammo and get to defences
I’d love to Battle Circle some droids

>>3991669
>>Have them keep moving the ammo, there won’t be much opportunity later.

Trooper do we have visual in what models we recognize or what formation the droids are coming?

Also have they reached the first target marker yet?

>>3991669
>>Have your brothers moving the ammo join in with defenses. This side will be hit hard.