STAR WARS THE JEDI RESISTANCE(IC)

[The United Empire of Exucular]

Master Cosmos was able to leave a good impression on the group he was with. Since they were business men it could prove beneficial to the Jedi and the rebellion to have a view positive people looking at them. He was walking through the room greeting people as he went. He greeted many of the Twi'lek woman that were around the room and the male attenders. He saw relief and hope in their eyes as he walked by. Soon... They'll be free....soon..
He eventually walked up to the group Master Krass was currently with.

[Pantorrum]

Master Dy'lan exited hyperspace over Tython, just as he picked up a distress signal from Geonosis. It seems someone was in trouble. He Ordered most of the fleet to stay over Tython or land. He took his flagship, and acclamator cruiser named the Resolute, and 3 Arquitens Light Cruisers. Each Arquitens had 50 Senate gaurds, as seen below.

The Acclamator had 1,000 Senate Gaurds on it, even though it was capable of holding many more. The small Sleet Squadron jumped to lightspeed, destined for Geonosis. When they arrived, they would asses the situation.

[Decius]

Kite grunted as his Flagship took another blow. The Droid Fleet had only been able to regroup instead of retreating. The two Destroyers continued on the path to the Mandator's bridge. Help better arrive soon.

[Pantorrum]

The small Fleet Squadron snapped out of Lightspeed over Geonoss, and immediatly saw the huge Imperial ship, obviously a Mandator class. He ordered all men to battlestations, and immediatly the Acclamator and the light cruisers fired a total of 12 torpedo's at the enemy engines. The Ships moved in on the enemies rear, firing with full power to the enemy engines. Shields were at full front, as all enemy ships were ahead of them. The fleet contacted the defending droid ships.
"This is the New Jedi Order, Head Council Master Dy'lan of the Resolute. I was the secret Padawan of Master Deno. We are here to provide assistance. We have 4 ships, and 2500 troops. We have targeted the enemy engines and are preparing to deliver a crippling blow."

[Decius]

Kite returned the transmission. "Greetings. I am Jedi Master Kite Tenjo. Former Padawan of Master Arklight. Its no use. The shields are too strong. I have sent two Destroyers to collide with their bridge but our fleet is still cornered by the remaining Imperals."

[Gotengo]

Cadro sent out the Jedi Distress Signal along with a detailed summary of situation. Empire invading Geonosis, Droid Blockde weakening, Mandator present.

[Pantorrum]

"We will move in on the Imperials cornering you."
the fleet moved quickly under the Mandatro ship and opened fire on the ships cornering the droid fleet. The ships attacked in V formation, and the acclamator deployed 12 fighters and 3 Y-wing bombers to target the enemy engines.. The ships dispersed the shields through the body of the ship, and put all remaining power to the forward cannons. 8 Torpedo's rang off inbound for the Imperial ships.

[New Emphillon]

Kite grunted as his Flagship took another blow. The Droid Fleet had only been able to regroup instead of retreating. The two Destroyers continued on the path to the Mandator's bridge. Help better arrive soon.

The captain of the Mandator noticed the incoming destroyers and knew better than to think it was anything other than a suicide attack. He ordered the spare turbolaser batteries to hit the enemy ships. The spare batteries fired green bolts of destruction at the oncoming ships, while the rest continued to cut through the rest of the Separatist vessels. The missiles impacted against the one of the engines of the Mandator, causing damage to it. Fire erupted from the engine and scorched its neighbors, though they took no further abuse. TIE fighters that were held inside the large vessel for reserve were launched to prevent any further damage to the ship via bombers or fighters.
The rest of the Imperial fleet was caught a little off guard by the sight of more new arrivals, but that feeling was quickly replaced with turbolaser cannons turning on the new ships and firing. The Victory destroyers continued to hammer the enemy Providence carriers, while the battlecruiser Vanguard and the frontline starships continued to hit their escorts. The Acclamators that the Imperial fleet kept out of the fight soon pushed into the fray, releasing their compliments of proton torpedoes and turbolasers. TIE fighters and TIE/gt bombers continued to play hell against Kite's fleet.
The Executrix was damaged, but its captain refused to flee the system. Besides, the system still needed to be place under Imperial subjugation. And he would be damned if the rebels would prevent the Empire from achieving that goal. The Star Destroyer continued to fire onto the enemy fleet.

[Decius]

Kite and his droid forces began to pull back. One of the suicide ships was destroyed and the other damaged but continued on its course.

[New Emphillon]

The Mandator shot at the second destroyer coming at it, gutting it with its turbolasers and hopefully stopping the vessel before it approached any further. The fight would be over quickly, the commanding officers thought. The Mandator approached Kite's fleet and focused any of its spare turbolasers to cutting through each ship in their sights. The Victory I destroyers continued to bombard the enemy flagships and the main Imperial fleet spread itself out to surround the enemy fleet and prevent escape. Finally, Acclamator I assault carriers came out of hyperspace above Geonosis' asteroid field and began their approach towards the planet to begin to deploy their ground forces. It looked all but hopeful for the rebels.

[The United Empire of Exucular]

Before he reached the group however he felt his Jedi beacon transceiver activate. Taking out of his robes he placed it close to his ear and heard the messages. If only I wasn't busy here, after this however I'll have to rush to Geonosis and hopefully help them. He frowned knowing that he might be to late.
"Hello, My name is Master Kyle Cosmos."

[New Emphillon]

"You are bold to come here, Jedi," a Colicoid hissed.
The Colicoids, for a reason unknown to Krass, hated the Jedi Order. However, Krass had become used to that sort of thing and let the comment slide. He noticed Cosmos join him at his side and sensed Maris and Celeste go over to Irek Felstar, knowing what the two would try to do. Krass directed his attention to the Umbarans who had greeted him silently, which he returned.
"Why are you here, Jedi," one of the Umbarans asked. They always did like to get to the point.
"As you are all likely aware, the Empire has been hunting down every Jedi in existence," Krass stated. "My colleague," he gestured to Cosmos, "and I are simply trying to keep the Empire from killing all of us."
"And so you have come here," one of the Colicoids inquired.
"We had no one else to turn to," Krass pointed out and it was true. "Besides, you are here for a similar reason, I'm sure." That comment caused a lot of mixed emotions amongst the members of the group, though each, to some degree, were embarrassed.
"I suppose, you could say, we have no other option," the female Umbaran said, sipping at her drink for a little comfort.
"And this is the first order for any of our products in months," the first Colicoid stated sadly, gesturing to the spider-like droids outside the viewport. The stance and the layout of the droid clearly indicated an Annihilator droid, a very deadly weapon the Colicoids had produced during the Clone Wars. Thankfully, only a hundred models were built by the war's end, due to the cost of each unit. I wonder how much one would cost now, Krass thought absently.
"But you are all here for a similar reason: you hate the Empire and wish to fight it, whether it be openly or not," Krass pointed out.
"Indeed," the Umbaran male said. "We do hate the Empire, but we simply cannot fight it. Not now. You should know that after the Republic took our homeworld, they ridded the Umbarans of their weaponry and left us with little in the way of defense forces."
"You can't tell me that the Republic took everything." Krass knew how sneaky the Separatists were. If they could construct armies of battle droids in the ten years prior to the Clone Wars without the Republic knowing, then the Umbarans wouldn't have any trouble hiding a few of their walkers or a few armories worth of small arms from the clone troopers of the 212th and 501st legions.
The two Umbarans exchanged a brief look at each other before the male said, "We do have a few things spared away, but they are strictly for the defense of our world should the Empire try to retake it."
"I understand, but you have the manpower. I still have plenty of small arms left over to supply ground forces," Krass said. "If we can come to an agreement, I would be very grateful. And I'm sure you will be, too."
"We'll consider it," the female Umbaran said and the two left, talking to each other in their own language. Krass then turned his attention to the Colicoids.
"I know that your species has a deep hatred for the Jedi Order," he said. "But I think you hate the Empire a little more."
"We indeed hate both of you," the third Colicoid spoke up.
"Despite that, I think you would feel more secure and at peace if the Empire was gone."
"True," the first Colicoid admitted, "but why should we help you?"
"Because I would be willing to pay for some of your battle droids," Krass stated. He saw an immediate change in the Colicoids' mood.
"You can purchase our droids," one asked. "I doubt that you could even buy one droideka."
"I'll have to double check, but I'm sure we can come to some agreement. I doubt anyone else would be willing to pay for your products." That stung, which was ironic for an insectoid species.
"Very well," the lead Colicoid submitted. He handed Krass a holocard with a comm code on it. "We'll keep in contact."
From there, Krass merely observed around the room as Master Cosmos tried to acquire his own help for his forces. Krass saw Aiden and Dev with two Twi'lecks, with the clone commander talking to the latter in a whisper to ensure that the "briefing" would go unheard. Maris was charming Captain Felstar, probably trying to gain a true ally in Saboath Squadron while enjoying the party, as Zeltran tried to do all of the time. Lastly, Celeste was alone, starring out at the Pride through the viewport. An Annihilator droid scurried in front of the viewport, though Celeste didn't seem to mind. Krass excused himself from the group and made his way to Celeste, trying to figure out what could be wrong.

Meanwhile...
The Slave I touched down in a hangar bay on the third wheel of the shipyard. Inside, Boba was adding the finishing touches to his disguise. After he straitened his jacket, he looked himself over. He looked just like any rich man at a fancy party. Good. He would blend right in.
As Boba left the refresher, he turned and called up the ladder to the cockpit.
"How's it look," he asked.
A mechanical voice called back, "All secure for now. We have clearance to the command center."
"Good. Now get down here, BL. I'm going to need you for this."
A droid joined Boba at the exit ramp. The droid would have passed for a 3PO series protocol droid, except that it was olive green instead of the traditional gold, silver or white plating. It also stronger and faster than a protocol droid and meant specifically for combat. Designated BL-17 (Battle Legionnaire), he was Boba's personal aide in hunting bounties. Boba had to grin at the droid's imitation of a protocol droid's walk.
"Not bad," he commented. "You might want to add a little wobble to the walk."
"Noted," BL-17 stated and did as suggested.
"Perfect."
Boba hit a control and lowered the boarding ramp. A guard met the two new arrivals and led them to the command tower.

[The United Empire of Exucular]

Master Cosmos continued to walk around and observe. Once in a while he would join in on conversations and various discussions with groups that seems open to newcomers. He made sure to leave the groups in a positive attitude and hopefully a little more Jedi friendly. He when he wasn't listening or talking to the guests he thought of the Jedi transmission. He wasn't sure how far Geonosis was to his current system and he wasn't sure of how many Jedi were currently at the location. He shook the thought knowing that they will find a way out danger.

[Decius]

The Mandator shot at the second destroyer coming at it, gutting it with its turbolasers and hopefully stopping the vessel before it approached any further. The fight would be over quickly, the commanding officers thought. The Mandator approached Kite's fleet and focused any of its spare turbolasers to cutting through each ship in their sights. The Victory I destroyers continued to bombard the enemy flagships and the main Imperial fleet spread itself out to surround the enemy fleet and prevent escape. Finally, Acclamator I assault carriers came out of hyperspace above Geonosis' asteroid field and began their approach towards the planet to begin to deploy their ground forces. It looked all but hopeful for the rebels.

However the moment those Imperial Transports entered the sky's of Geonosis they were ripped apart by the Dozens of Droid Proton Cannons on the ground as thousands of Geonosian Fighters raced into the sky to defend their home. They were aided by Vulture Droids and Hyena Bombers. Meanwhile a Shield activated around the Geonosian Capital which was where the main Droid Foundry was. This shield would prevent any bombardment.
Kite's fleet or what was left of it broke enemy lines and jumped to hyperspace heading for nearby Vergesso Asteroid Belt.

[New Emphillon]

The Mandator shot at the second destroyer coming at it, gutting it with its turbolasers and hopefully stopping the vessel before it approached any further. The fight would be over quickly, the commanding officers thought. The Mandator approached Kite's fleet and focused any of its spare turbolasers to cutting through each ship in their sights. The Victory I destroyers continued to bombard the enemy flagships and the main Imperial fleet spread itself out to surround the enemy fleet and prevent escape. Finally, Acclamator I assault carriers came out of hyperspace above Geonosis' asteroid field and began their approach towards the planet to begin to deploy their ground forces. It looked all but hopeful for the rebels.

However the moment those Imperial Transports entered the sky's of Geonosis they were ripped apart by the Dozens of Droid Proton Cannons on the ground as thousands of Geonosian Fighters raced into the sky to defend their home. They were aided by Vulture Droids and Hyena Bombers. Meanwhile a Shield activated around the Geonosian Capital which was where the main Droid Foundry was. This shield would prevent any bombardment.
Kite's fleet or what was left of it broke enemy lines and jumped to hyperspace heading for nearby Vergesso Asteroid Belt.

OOC: Uh... My ships aren't in the atmosphere yet. And even if they were, I wouldn't present them to your J-1 proton cannons like that. Also, my forces surrounded your fleet to prevent escape. You can't just blow them off as if they aren't there.

[Pantorrum]

OOC: What about my ships, they are small and manueverable. Can they maybe escape under you?

[New Emphillon]

OOC: What about my ships, they are small and manueverable. Can they maybe escape under you?

Yeah, your ships can go. My forces were more worried about the larger droid fleet anyway.

[New Emphillon]

Krass stood with Celeste in silence for a while, both staring at the Pride of the Republic floating in space, like a giant whale amongst a school of little fish and sharks. After waiting for a few moments, Krass asked, "What is on your mind?"
"A lot," she said. She took a sip from her glass, then said, "He tried to take me again."
Krass stared at Celeste in some shock. "Is that why you are alone?"
Celeste turned to look at him. Krass saw that her brilliant blue eyes had a tint of red to them.
"Yes," she said. "He is trying to get me to gather allies here for his mission." She lowered her gaze. "I don't know how much more I can take."
Krass was at a loss. He wished so much to help the woman before him, to rid her of the talisman that has plagued her for the past 4,000 years.... but he didn't know how. Krass had consoled with Master Odan-Ur's holocron for how to deal with the talisman, but the result always came to the fact that a Jedi Sorcerer was needed to help in the purification of the talisman. And since chances of finding a Sorcerer were pretty slim, Krass couldn't do anything but try to reassure her. Celeste seemed to have noticed his reaction.
"I know you wish to help me," she said, once again looking at him. "However, I doubt anyone can help me now. I must bear this curse for the rest of eternity."
"You know I won't allow that," Krass said.
"I know," Celeste murmured, "but what can you do to prevent it?"
"I just need time," Krass said.
"I'm afraid I don't have that."
Just as she said that, a man stepped off the elevator with a protocol droid at his side; not an unusual sight. Boba made a few last minute adjustments, then proceeded towards the man he was looking for: Captain Rylar. He had asked the guard who was in charge of the party and so he assumed from there who was in charge of the whole station. As Boba made his way to the man, he turned to see BL-17 scamper off, trying to blend in amongst the party members and doing a good job of it.
Returning to his business, Boba proceeded towards his target and made several observations, none of them pleasant. Rylar looked like a Hutt that had grown legs, lounging in a repulsor couch with a red Twi'leck on his left and a Togruta woman on his right. Boba never cared for slaves, but they sure did make his job easier. As he approached, the two women took notice and both left, knowing well that he was here for official business. Rylar took notice of Boba then and tried to pull himself together, but failed miserably. Boba could smell the alcohol on him from ten feet away.
"Greetings there, chap" the captain giggled. "What can I do for you? Are you enjoying the party?"
"I would like to have a word with you, sir," Boba said. "Is there someplace we could speak privately?"
"Anything you have to say, you can say to me here," Rylar said, completely missing the point. And probably saving his life. For the moment.
"Sir, I'm looking for a few particular individuals. Can you help point them out for me?" Boba noticed then that there were no guards around Rylar. Killing him would've been too easy, especially with all the noise in the room.
"Who are you looking for," Rylar asked as he spilled half of his glass of wine all over himself.
I think he out does a Hutt, Boba thought. "I'm looking for"- he looked left and right with his eyes-"Jedi."
"Jedi," Rylar exclaimed. "We have plenty of those here. In fact that's the whole reason for the party. By the way, how is the party?"
"It's quite... amusing," Boba managed to say without selecting another adjective. "Thank you for your help, sir."
"Go and enjoy yourself," Rylar dismissed Boba.
The Mandalorian then proceeded to look for any particular individuals that stood out. He looked back for an instant to gain one last look at Rylar. The wasted man had the red Twi'leck girl entertain him again. Boba was disgusted. He never liked such slobs. He was beginning to have second thoughts about not killing the man (if that was what you can call him) when he spotted a couple standing near a viewport, staring at the gigantic starship beyond the station. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except the jewelry the woman was wearing. Boba had never seen an amulet like that before and wondered if he should take a look into it. Then he decided against it as the pair proceeded back into the party towards two men with a few Twi'lecks around then. He proceeded on to investigate elsewhere and get a report from BL-17 in a few minutes.

[The United Empire of Exucular]

Master Cosmos was standing off to the side of the room holding a glass of water given to him by one of the Twi'lek women. He surveyed the room as he sipped his drink. From where he was he could see that Krass and Celeste were near the window obviously discussing something. He also noticed a new party attender stepping off the elevator along with a droid. He watched him meet Rylar and when he left his presence. Finishing his glass of water he proceeded to walk back into the crowd.

[Decius]

However the moment those Imperial Transports entered the sky's of Geonosis they were ripped apart by the Dozens of Droid Proton Cannons on the ground as thousands of Geonosian Fighters raced into the sky to defend their home. They were aided by Vulture Droids and Hyena Bombers. Meanwhile a Shield activated around the Geonosian Capital which was where the main Droid Foundry was. This shield would prevent any bombardment.
Kite's fleet or what was left of it broke enemy lines and jumped to hyperspace heading for nearby Vergesso Asteroid Belt.

OOC: Uh... My ships aren't in the atmosphere yet. And even if they were, I wouldn't present them to your J-1 proton cannons like that. Also, my forces surrounded your fleet to prevent escape. You can't just blow them off as if they aren't there.

OOC: I was going for a quick post since I could only be online for five minutes. How about just Kites Command Ship escapes and the rest of the remaining droids keep fighting. And the fighters and cannons is a when the transports are close enough. Gotta go again. Like I said it will be a scant few moments I can get online.

[New Emphillon]

Boba walked around the room a few times, trying to blend in as well as he could, while BL-17 gave him a report every fifteen minutes. Boba found it a little frustrating that he couldn't identify the Jedi as easily as any other query. They certainly are crafty, he noted. More than once, however, the woman with the odd talisman around her neck stood out to the Mandalorian, but he couldn't tell why. It was just a gut feeling. And Boba had learned to trust that feeling a long time ago.
Boba sat at the bar and observed the group on the tier below him. Aside from the woman, there wasn't much to the others that would attract someone's eye. Boba thought one of the men was a clone, but it was hard to tell with the latter's head turned away from the former. After a few minutes of idle conversation, the group split up and the woman went back to the viewport, while her escort went with the supposed clone to a group of military officers. Boba made his move then. He took one last sip at his drink (a glass of water; one can't be drunk during a bounty run) and went to the woman.
He approached silently and stood next to her. Boba noticed that the woman seem to tense at his presence. Nervous, Boba asked. Good. He stared out at the starship beyond the shipyard and said, "That is quite the ship."
The woman stared in silence for a moment. "It certainly is."
"Do you know what type it is? I've never seen anything like it before."
The woman seemed to contemplate for a moment before she stated, "It's a Republic Command Ship from the days of the Freedon Nadd Uprising over 4,000 years ago."
Impressive, Boba thought. It must belong to her. "Incredible that such a ship is still around."
"It certainly must have taken a lot of work to get it back to working condition," the woman responded neutrally.
"I wonder who it belongs to. It doesn't seem to be the type of thing Saboath Squadron would have in its arsenal," Boba pointed out.
"I'm not sure who it belongs to." Damn, she didn't take the bait, Boba growled. He then eyed the talisman again.
"That is a lovely talisman, ma'am," Boba said, trying to shift gears.
"There is much more to it than just its looks."
"Is that so?"
"It has... sentimental value," the woman said with some subtle sarcasm in her voice.
"I understand. I have a spouse myself and I've been looking for something to give her when I return home. Where did you get it?"
"I got it..." The woman stopped for a moment, almost as if she had revealed a little too much. She returned to staring out the viewport, silent. Just as she did that, Boba's com-link chirped and checked it. A short message was left for him: We are in position. Boba sent a quick reply: Do what you need to. One target acquired. Boba set the device back into his pocket and checked to see that BL-17 was close by.
"Sorry about that," Boba said with a little fake embarrassment. "Personal message. So, why don't you and I carry on this conversation elsewhere?"
"I think I'll jus-" She was cut off as BL-17 put its hand over the woman's mouth.
"I don't think you have a choice, Jedi," Boba said and hit the woman with a stun shot from his hidden blaster pistol. The woman slumped in the droid's arms, unconscious. Boba looked up at the droid.
"Take her to the ship and get it ready. They'll be here in a few minutes."
"Yes, sir," BL-17 said and he carried the woman away as if she were just ill. Nothing too out of the ordinary with all of the drinking and possible usage of death sticks around here. As the droid went down on the lift, Boba made his way back towards the captain. One Jedi was enough for the day and, besides, this Rylar character was not the type one should leave alive, especially since it could cause serious damage to Saboath Squadron.
As the bounty hunter approached, he found the drunkard acting idiotically with a Kiffar woman. He was talking to her rather rudely and he seemed to only have the thought of getting her to follow him into the bedroom. That boiled Boba's blood. The woman looked just like Sintas Vel, his wife, only the woman had shorter hair and she had two yellow tattoos on her face, one under each eye. It didn't matter, though. Boba only saw Sintas in the woman and Rylar's attitude was completely unacceptable. The drunkard didn't even turn when Boba pulled out his father's pistol and squeezed the trigger. One shot, then another, then another; red lasers spewing out of the muzzle of the blaster, hitting the fat man square in the head. The corpse slouched forward in the repulsor chair then fell onto the deck, blood pouring from the wounds. The Kiffar woman was too taken aback to scream, but her inhaling of air might as well have been a scream as the room was completely silent. Boba continued towards the lift.
"Your welcome," he said as he passed the woman.
Two guards tried to block his path, but two more shots were enough to pass that obstacle. Boba stepped onto the lift and proceeded for the proper level. He fired one more shot at another guard advancing toward him, stopping the man cold. Boba replaced the weapon in his sleeve and tried to make himself look as innocent as he could. When the lift got to the proper level, several guards got onto the lift, while Boba stepped off and told them what happened. It was convincing enough and the guards left him alone. The bounty hunter faced no more interruptions while he made his way back to the Slave I. It was too easy and it was very satisfying to end that pig's life.
After a few minutes, Boba got himself strapped into his seat in the cockpit and began the pre-flight checks, while BL-17 joined him.
"How is she," Boba asked.
"The Jedi is secure and stable," the droid replied, sitting in the seat next to Boba.
"Good." He finished the checks and keyed the engines. "We're ready to go."
"Warning: numerous armed individuals approaching," BL-17 advised.
Boba peered down the Slave I's hull and saw numerous guards and one of the escort of the woman race towards his ship. He knew how to handle them.
"Deal with them," he ordered the droid, guiding the ship out of the hangar.
The Slave I''s two twin laser cannons aimed down at the aggressors and fired, causing large smoldering holes in the deck and scattering the guards. Some small arms fire hit the ship's shields, but nothing severe.
Boba finally brought the ship out of the hangar and raced away, tying to break from Zhar's gravity well as quickly as he could. But he saw that it wouldn't be necessary. His ride had just arrived. A couple of Star Destroyers, followed by several escort ships and Venator Destroyers sat just outside of the shield surrounding the shipyards. Boba hit a control on the control panel of the Slave I.
At first, nothing happened. Suddenly, the energy readings on the scanners showed that the shield blocking the ships' path weakened considerably before it finally disappeared completely. The Imperial fleet instantly took action and raced for the shipyards, green and blue blobs of energy leaping from the warships' guns.
Boba ignored the battle and brought his ship aboard the Devastator. In a few moments, he was going to be 250,000 credits richer than he was an hour before. I might be able to buy Sintas some jewelry after all, the bounty hunter thought happily. Finally, it was all over.

[Decius]

The Destroyer was heavily damaged but it broke in two with a small length of the rear Engine Arm breaking off but the main bulk of the ship continued until it plowed right into the Bridge of the Mandator. Several Hyena Squadrons managed to damage the Imperial Gravity Well Generators enough that Kite's Jedi Starfighter with its Hyperdrive Ring, was able to jump to the Vancor System. Meanwhile the remaining Droid Ships retreated into the atmosphere where they would be below the Imperial ships, thus giving them the Advantage.

[New Emphillon]

The Destroyer was heavily damaged but it broke in two with a small length of the rear Engine Arm breaking off but the main bulk of the ship continued until it plowed right into the Bridge of the Mandator. Several Hyena Squadrons managed to damage the Imperial Gravity Well Generators enough that Kite's Jedi Starfighter with its Hyperdrive Ring, was able to jump to the Vancor System. Meanwhile the remaining Droid Ships retreated into the atmosphere where they would be below the Imperial ships, thus giving them the Advantage.

OOC: Just a note, but you can't hit starships that aren't there. I haven't brought in my Detainers yet. Not that I would, since they could be blown right out of the sky if they were in the open. They are scattered through out the system, in strategic locations and are ready to stop any ship from leaving. Also, what is the Vancor system? I've searched it up on Wookipedia and I couldn't find it.
IC: The Mandator's captain ordered for more power to be diverted towards the bridge's shields. The energy was beginning it's transfer when the section of the Recusant collided. Once again, the shields held, though with some sections of it near the breaking point. That was quickly fixed within a few minutes. The Imperial forces continued to demolish the droid ships they surrounded. The Acclamator I starships that just arrived in the fray closed in on the planet Geonosis, but stayed out of the atmosphere. Instead of proceeding forward, the ships fired their turbolasers at the surface, green bolts raining down onto the surface. The invasion would begin when the transports felt that the enemy was weakened enough. The shots were a little random, considering that the probe droids didn't specifically find any droid foundries or peculiar targets, but they did pick up sites where there was droid activity before. These spots were the transports main targets. It was only a matter of time now.

[The United Empire of Exucular]

Master Cosmos was chatting with a human businessman when the shots rang out. Turning around he saw through the crowd a human figure dispatching a few guards as well as the dead body of Rylar. He began to move towards the violence but wasn't able to get through quick enough. This was mainly because of the amount of people in front of him and others running franticly around. By the time he got through Boba Fett was already at the hanger. Using the lift he traveled towards the hanger which he thought would be Boba's most likely course of action. On the way there he activated his lightsaber and readied himself for a fight. He hoped his friends were on Boba's tail or were at least coming after him. At the hanger level he joined with the guards but was forced to leap back because of the counter fire from Slave-1. Master Cosmos was helping a man to his feet when the Imperials arrived and the shields dropped.
This isn't good.

[Decius]

OOC Vancor is where boba tried to ice windu

IC

The Geonosians flew up and attacked the transports with thousands of fighters.