(OOC: Since youve fast forwarded to your complete retreat, including time of moving fighters/people/tanks in secret, then I shall do the same up till the point where your people are completely hidden underground)

[i]The blows came down like mighty hammers from the sky, fiery balls of light that slammed through buildings and ground like confetti. Wave after wave of Picket vessels flew by, raining destruction on the city, slowly turning it to rubble in time.

The Doids hovered above the planets surface, spining slowly as they scanned each inch of the city for hidden life signs.

(OOC: I am extreemly sorry for the delay, I have been wrestling with myself on what on earth to do, and lost track of time)

The fighters lined up in two Vs of ten, infront of the burning wall....

(OOC: I cannot complete this action without knowing what the immeadiet actions your men will take once the wall is down. So if you could just post busting the wall and what your guys INTEND to do now.)

(OOC: I assume by wall you mean ceiling, as the city has been leveled and the last place you could be is deep underground)

[i]The hale from the sky never let up as blue fire beat upon the ground. Ion bursts flung through the atmosphere, falling into the ruins of a dead city. Blasting into the open holes of what once was the cities last vestage of safe haven. The screams no doubt would have been horrifying if there had been any. The wash of ion over the individual left very little time to feel pain before death. As more and more holes punched through the cities surface, and more and more of the cities defenders met agonizing ends...

The instant the ceiling wall went down, the fighters rushed forwards, with a surprise spray of missles and lasers. Blasting through the confused robots, they came round and open fired again. As some of the robots turned to attack, the fighters pulled away.

In their lead was Usoa, an Azguard Pilot. He was the Azguard All Purpose Emissary, and had in his hand a small data-pad. The others formed a protective sphere around him, and they set their sights on the damaged yet functioning Holonet Broadcasting Station.

The swarm flew high into the air, seemingly almost colliding with the bottom of another F'swen fly by. A seeming mass of chaos intwined by order unknown to all but computers. Swinging down just behind the escaping fighters the spining pyramids of death opened fire on the retreating craft, brining two of them to the ground in their wave of fire.

"Commander!" The brownscale indicated ato a tactical readout displaying the current movements of the fighter squadron and an active holonet node directly in their path.

"As long as our communications block holds, we have nothing to worry about. Send six more picket's into the atmosphere, wipe them out, all of them"

(OOC: O.K, I have edited this post because you have explained there is no way I could have used the super computer. Of course I would have argued in its' favor more, but Kas informs me that it only got 1 approval, so I won't argue)

The fighters broke formation and flew around the city. They did their best to draw off enemies from where the citizens were. The shot missles and lasers, flew round buildings, drew their opponants into cramp areas.

This was a final stand, the last noble stand of the Ord Mantell First Army. They moved deeper underground, loosing withering hails of fire. But they knew, it was all for naught.

(OOC: take note of the jam over the system. There is no weak connection to your 'super computer' there is NO connection. As well as the fact you have no connection to our computers, that and I doubt you can read Ssi-Ruuvi, let alone type it. I'll allow you to edit your post as long as it doesnt include the foreknowledge of what I post now)

[i]The fighters made their last push to holonet relay in vain, the jammers were up in the system and nothing would be getting through. Explosions rocked the fighters on the ground as they were stationary, the five hundred odd swarm fighters living up to their name. Wave after wave flowed over them, surrounding them, no escape, no retreat... no where to hide.

The explosions that racketed the fire soon spread and consumned the holo emiter, a regratable loss. A further examination of said device could have been benificial to an invasion force. Also quite unfortunately a few droids themselves became enveloped in sharpnel and explosions, adding to the newly formed hell.

The flybys by the picket ships continued, blasting into the few remaining pockets of resistance. A tank here, azguard with missle launcher there, nothing big enough to be a fleet worry. The rest of the P'W'ecki forces would soon offload to begin enteching the last lifeforms in the lower levels. At least, the ones that wernt too far gone with ionic radiation...

(OOC:

Losses so far:

MCR:
Almost the entire population of the city
20 Fighters
1 tank

SI:
32 Swarm-class battle droids

Dolash, this all seems a little improbable. Please note that your R&D wasn’t approved by a second mod either. You wouldn’t be able to translate the Ssi computer systems either. You’d better edit your post man

(OOC: To be honest, I didn't think it would work, I just thought it might, you know. Besides, there's no way to win this by fighting so I thought try something heroic. I will edit and repost when I have more time (So not until after school))

(OOC: Sorry for such a long delay. I was caught up in a huge math assessment at my school, and forgot about Ord Mantell)

The defenders fought on, and the troops had reached the lowest level of the city now.

There was no escape.

Furious blasts of lasers clawed up to the sky, the fighters raced around, fighting with desperation and fury brought by the impending loss of their homeland.

The Ssi-ruuvi were callously indifferent to their casulaties, and got closer, it would all be over soon.

But they had resisted.

And at the bottom, their general was ready...