Junction MP/GA/DE Junction: Blood and Beskar (Gala/Yag'Dhul/Ithor)

[Fenn Stag]

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EN ROUTE TO PORT
OBJECTIVE: DESTROY ENEMY SHIPS, DENY ENEMY MOVEMENT IN THE AREA, SECURE EVAC ROUTE/SHIPS, DISRUPT ENEMY RESPONSE.

War was all he knew.

War.

War was what he was made for.

War was what he was made a clone out of.

War was what he was trained to do.

War was everything to Fenn Stag.

Everything because he chose it.
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Fenn stepped out of the drop pod, clad in his new armor. Preliat's armor had been... returned, more or less. He was his own man now. Not his father, not his brother. He made his own choices. He made his own way.

And he chose the gun, the sword. Fenn, interestingly enough- was the reason for a cure, for a breakthrough. Fenn had unintentionally, simply by existing, saved countless lives. Planets worth of people were alive and unaffected by a terrifying plague because of him. But he was not born to be a good man. He was doomed, like his father, like his aunt, like his brother, to be a violent man, set loose upon a violent galaxy.

And to Fenn, that wasn't all that bad to do what you were born to do. He was not above or beneath using his talents, his birth-given help.

And the fist, as one Imperial Defender found out. His mechanical arm, with a weave of specially formed Beskar fibers- came crashing down on the visor of an Imperial trooper, sending him flying back violently into a nearby wall. Fenn rolled his shoulder, curled his mechanical fist, and looked around silently, his T-shaped visor scanning the area for more targets. Mandalorians and their allies rushed outwards, intent on causing as much STAR WARS CHAOS as possible.

Fenn had come for a fight.

And he was going to have it.

 

[Relan Dredec]

HELLFIGHTERS
INTELLIGENCE GATHERING OBJECTIVE
Tags: OPEN
Location: En Route to DE Comms Array

FIELDWORK

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Fieldwork was a constant test.

It was something to be in a battle, to be in combat. He had been there. His files had been scrubbed clean, sure.

But Relan had his share of combat. And he knew the support one could have in it. Platoons, battalions, armor, evac... it was much more simple. In the field as an agent, however, Relan was on his own. No backup. No tank to hide in. No armor (besides a blast vest under his shirt, thin enough to stop a medium-sized blaster, at best, and knives).

He was inserted early on the planet, and was tasked with a critical asset recovery, if possible:

Communication encryptions.

Specifically, battlefield radios and battle-tracking software encryption. Getting the keys to one or, both, would require the DE to either change encryptions if he was detected or discovered, or, if he was successful, he would create a very large dent in a great many number of DE systems. Electronic warfare was deadly to many tech-heavy institutions, and having the ability to listen or accurately disrupt your enemy's ability to communicate on a battlefield was a game changer.

But, the DE was vast, and there was a chance their encryption was only good for so long, and for so much. He imagined that was the case, but even an entire fleet group, battle group, or even just a battalion having to not use communications for a while would create a very large dent in their infrastructure for the Alliance and it's wanton fools of Allies to exploit.

So, Relan marched on, head down, using the chaos of the attack to get closer to the comms array....

 

[Darth Ptolemis]

Objective 1.
Location: The bowels of Citadel Caelitus.
Mission: Initiating the ritual. Annihilating the enemy.

[ritual atmosphere]

Somewhere inside Citadel Caelitus, on the Dark Empire's capital world of Carlac, a blasphemous ritual is about to take place. So profound, in fact that those who have an affinity for the Force, however miniscule or grandiose, are able to sense a quietly growing, ominous disturbance proliferating through air, duracrete and land. Soon, however, no ethereal connection to the beyond will be needed to see what is coming. The truth will spill out in front of everyone's eyes.

The whispering hallways of the Citadel exit into the ebon throne room of the Emperor, and past that unholy place lie many more halls of sacrilege. One of those entrances are framed by skeletal adornments and runic inscriptions. A hooded figure stands before it, holding and typing away at his datapad, warning the mastermind of the ground war Thomas Barran of the ritual that is about to begin. As the encrypted message is sent, he sheathes the device. To a calm wave of his left hand, the twin durasteel blastdoors slide open. Past the dense, oily darkness that lies beyond, a single torch appears to flicker further down the hall, its warm light struggling under the weight of the mystical shadows. The hooded man passes through, and disappears into the unknown.

Later, foreboding clouds appear on the horizon, their outlines breaking and swirling chaotically; its broken filaments wriggling, bringing it closer and closer. Over the city, levels of static electricity are rapidly on the rise. Something massive is headed toward Citadel Caelitus. Murders of sickly birds fly over Citadel Caelitus, on their wings spreading seeds of the oncoming omen. Still, something feels off.

As if an even greater evil is lurking out there, watching, listening.​

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Tags: Kaleb Sunwalker Thomas Barran Dodhorn Harert Drego Ruus Mia Monroe The Vulptex Jurr Awaud Arla Rodarch Minerva Fhirdiad Fenn Stag

OOC: Please tag me if you're planning to invade Citadel Caelitus, or I've missed you in my tags for obj. 1.​

 

[Sinestra]

Eradicator-class starfighter,
Space

Orbs of flames flashed in dead silence against the black vacuum of space, but the shrills of death echoed through the Force. Large vessels lurched slowly, like waking behemoths, unleashing their broadside upon each other. Swarms of fighters tormented capital ships like vultures, leaving behind only husks of shredded and scorched steel in their passing.

Between the Imperial armada and the besieged Array, the Alliance flotilla lined a formidable defensive position as more and more vessels seemed to lurch from hyperspace to bolster their numbers. The sheer number of vessels loomed as an imposing bastion of titanium even in the endless starry expanse; steadfast and unbreakable against the Imperial onslaught.

Unfazed, Sinestra throttled up the speed of her fighter and the floor beneath her feet trembled as the twin ion engines whined a banshee's wail. The starfighter ploughed through the dark ocean headed straight for the massive screen of enemy fighters shielding the rest of their flotilla from an Imperial fighter and bomber incursion.

Laser beams assailed her fighter's viewport, bathing the darkness of her cockpit in red. Each bolt blazing closer and closer until they began to shake and rattle her fighter, deflected only by her ship's deflector shields. Sinestra felt her grip of the jockey tight, the knuckles beneath her gloves white as chalk. She drew in a deep, sharp breath and shut her eyes, exposing herself to the infinite of the Force. Her clasp over the helm loosened and the jolting laser bolts began to slow and stretch into strokes of red; the fighter shook no more.

Twisting the ship into such preposterous jinks and rolls, it evaded the ceaseless barrage of enemy lasers with such precision as if the fighter wafted through the bolts like a cloud of grey smoke. A cruel grin pulled her lips and her gloved fingers danced upon the firing controls; the starfighter cleaved through the screen of enemy fighters like a riptide, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. Sinestra looped the ship sharp into another run and ripped once more into the screen like a Firaxan shark into a school of fish, inciting chaos and havoc.

Marlon Sularen

 

[Nyles Kote]

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Friendly Units:

• SB-01 Darasuum Morut-class Super-heavy Battlecarrier Darasuum Morut (flagship) 100 | 100

Subvessels

• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Morut Me'sen'ika Solus 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Morut Me'sen'ika T'ad 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Morut Me'sen'ika Ehn 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Morut Me'sen'ika Cuir 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Morut Me'sen'ika Rayshe'a 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Morut Me'sen'ika Resol 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Morut Me'sen'ika E'tad 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Morut Me'sen'ika Sh'ehn 100 | 100

• HB-01 Adenn Kyr'am-class Heavy Battlecarrier Gra'tua 100 | 100

Subvessels

• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Gra'tua Me'sen'ika Solus 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Gra'tua Me'sen'ika T'ad 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Gra'tua Me'sen'ika Ehn 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Gra'tua Me'sen'ika Cuir 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Gra'tua Me'sen'ika Rayshe'a 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Gra'tua Me'sen'ika Resol 100 | 100

• HB-01 Adenn Kyr'am-class Heavy Battlecarrier Verdyc 100 | 100

Subvessels

• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Verdyc Me'sen'ika Solus 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Verdyc Me'sen'ika T'ad 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Verdyc Me'sen'ika Ehn 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Verdyc Me'sen'ika Cuir 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Verdyc Me'sen'ika Rayshe'a 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Verdyc Me'sen'ika Resol 100 | 100

• B-02 Ara'novor-class Battlecarrier Ara'novor 100 | 100

Subvessels

• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Ara'novor Me'sen'ika Solus 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Ara'novor Me'sen'ika T'ad 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Ara'novor Me'sen'ika Ehn 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Ara'novor Me'sen'ika Cuir 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Ara'novor Me'sen'ika Rayshe'a 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Ara'novor Me'sen'ika Resol 100 | 100

• B-02 Ara'novor-class Battlecarrier Burenaar Ga'yaim 100 | 100

Subvessels

• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Burenaar Ga'yaim Me'sen'ika Solus 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Burenaar Ga'yaim Me'sen'ika T'ad 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Burenaar Ga'yaim Me'sen'ika Ehn 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Burenaar Ga'yaim Me'sen'ika Cuir 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Burenaar Ga'yaim Me'sen'ika Rayshe'a 100 | 100
• HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Burenaar Ga'yaim Me'sen'ika Resol 100 | 100

• HMB-01M Tracyn'buurenaar-class Heavy Missile Battlecruiser Tracyn'buurenaar 100 | 100
• HMB-01M Tracyn'buurenaar-class Heavy Missile Battlecruiser Buurenaar b' Surhaai 100 | 100

Units in Reserve: The entire might of Strill Securities' naval assets. All too far to respond.
Ally Tag(s): Cessair Ideon | Casteban Mecetti | Jurr Awaud | Galactic Alliance, Mandalorian Protectors and Allies
Enemy Tag(s): Sinestra | Marlon Sularen | Dark Empire and Allies

Equipment

• Armor:
  • Verd'jurkad'gam
  • 'Ysalamiri Birikad' Nutrient Frame
  • Vambrace Weapons:
    • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
    • PC-05V Plasma Caster
      • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
      • Cretanr'ika-class Guided Plasma Micro-missile (4)
      • Striilir'ika-class Brilliant Micro-missile (4)
    • CP-03V CryoBan Projector
  • Back-mounted:
    
    • A-03S Verpine Shatter Autocannon
• Implant(s):​
  • 'Alr' Pilot Enhancement Package
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• Melee:
  • B-01M Beskad
  • K-02M Kal (2)
• Sidearm(s)
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-4x Short Range Optic
• Rifle(s):
  • RR-04B Ripper Rifle w/ 1-12x Medium Range Optic and UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
• Explosives:
  • Smoke Grenades (3)
  • Flash-Bang Grenades (3)
  • Class-A Thermal Detonator (2)

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The Mandalorian Protectors. The Galactic Alliance. The Dark Empire. This shabla war. Sometimes he wished for the days that all of this was above his paygrade and he just had to worry about who the shab they needed him and his to vaporize this week. Those were simpler times. Now? Now the decision to throw a portion of the company's fleet power to defend the Alliance's interests under the auspices of the Protectors had been a joint one between himself, Shuklaar Kyrdol and Aran Netra.

They needed another big contract, and whether that was going to be the Protectors, the Alliance, both, or some combination of the two in the form of smaller contracts remained to be seen. One thing was shabla sure, the Dark Empire and their designs for the galaxy were not going to be great for galactic stability or business, irrespective of how one felt about how the two were related. Then there was the fact that these shabuir had spawned from the Maw, and there was unfinished business there. It had been for those reasons that the company had intervened on Teta, and it was the majority of the reason as to why they were here.

Nyles returned his attention to the Manda battlenet tactical display. The fleet's directives to keep their spinal guns charged and to deploy escorts on transition showed on the top right corner, with the rest of the display barring the holographic representation of his ships being empty, given that they were still in hyperspace.

"No idea of threat assessment, just once more out into the black. Manda, I love these kinds of jobs," scoffed Emri from across the display with a slight shake of her head to emphasize her apparent exasperation. Truth be told, Nyles had noticed that as of late they'd been dropping into a lot of scenarios where they had almost no idea of what the enemy's force composition or strength looked like.

"If it were easy, vod, they wouldn't be paying us a nice fat pile of credits," he said, trying to not bely the true nature of the faux enthusiasm he'd summoned to deliver the line. It was true, but that didn't mean that it was an easy truth to accept. So far things had worked in their favor, but the both of them were aware that there would be a time where it didn't. The both of them knew better than to do anything but keep their silent and private acknowledgement of that fact anything but silent and private.

"Are they paying us a nice fat pile of credits?" asked Emri, genuine curiosity momentarily slipping into her tone. A knowing look from him answered her. "Of course not. This is an investment. Have to spend to earn. That kind of osik."

"You know what these chaakare want, and if they get what they want, no one's going to be paying us anything. Let alone a nice pile of credits," reminded Nyles, going back to the very reason he, Shuklaar and Aran had even come to the decision to carry out this particular operation.

Emri looked as though she was about to say something before Anni Kyrdol announced their transition back to real space, "Dropping from hyperspace, alor!" Both he and Emri returned their attention to the holographic map. Out of the corner of his eye he could see blast doors close over the bridge view ports, obscuring his view, before a holographic sensor fused view of the outside rendered itself on the inside of the viewscreen.

The main tactical display became awash with activity as the ship's sensor, scanner, targeting and tracking suite came to life and then the battlenet began parsing the very same data from the other ships. Five by five, the escort corvettes resolved on the tactical display as they left the carriers, including the Morut's own contingent. He could hear Abiika Netra at her station organizing the launch of the ship's contingent of corvettes. The corvettes formed up with their carriers, staying close but out of range of their point-defense cluster bomb launchers.

Nyles could see the defending fleets now. One was unmistakably the Alliance fleet. It was proudly broadcasting GA IFFs and had the most heavy hitters among its number. The other he noticed while forming up with the Alliance fleet was not flying standard GA IFF signals. The last was a collection of ancient and semi-modern Mandalorian vessels broadcasting what looked like IFF codes that were supposed to belong to clan Awaud if the system was reading them right. Odd, he hadn't been made aware of any clan Awaud forces in the AO, but he sure as haran wasn't going to refuse the extra firepower, not that it was his call to here in any event.

"Gett, raise those ships," he ordered, looking up from the main display to glance over at the comms station. This wasn't his show, he was going to have to see where the GA wanted them. Of course, if those instructions proved to be di'kutla, he'd certainly say so, but till that point he was inclined to play nice.

An enthusiastic, "elek, alor", answered him.

"All friendly vessels, this is Fleet Admiral Nyles Kote, Strill Securities, on tasking with the Mandalorian Protectors. Transmitting IFFs and data-link handshake codes. To the Alliance officer in charge, we'll set up wherever you need us," he said once the icon in his HUD flashed into existence to inform him that he was connected and transmitting. Nyles watched as the tactical display immediately updated to show both the Clan Awaud and the as of yet unidentified ships as friendly rather than neutral, their icons changing from yellow to green.

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

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Location: Gala
Objective: 3 - BYOO
Tags: Open


Katarine was silent as the speeder headed out towards the sea. The driver was watching the scenery but Kat's deep green eyes were focused straight ahead. She was hopping this speeder ride would take her one step closer to unlocking her past. After the cataclysm on Naboo her carbination chamber had been discovered and she was rescued. For three years she fought hibernation sickness in a Theed hospital, learning to walk again, strengthening her immune system, and trying to put her body back in working order. This had been successful for the most part but her mind was another story. Katarine was suffering from a deep grade amnesia. All of her long term memories were gone and the doctors could not tell her if it was permanent or not. The Jedi Master had been meditating, trying to reach the Force to help guide her path. The Force had directed her to a memory crystal from the prison she was frozen in. Together she and Valery Noble retrieved the memory crystal from the watery depths of Naboo. That moment had been a victory for Katarine but so many afterwards were defeats. She could not figure out how to read the device and still could not access her memories the natural way.

So today she traveled to find someone who may be able to help. The Force vision told her Gala was the place to go but everything else was foggy. Katarine wasn't sure she could take more disappointment. It was difficult to serve the Jedi Order when she had no idea who she was as a person. She wanted to learn from her mistakes but how could she when she couldn't even remember what they were? She felt like a dangerous person at times, with no past and no memory of former training to call upon. She had skill and discipline but all the teachings must be somewhere in her brain and those ancient Jedi teaching were crucial to walking the path of the light.

This was a journey she had to take or her future with the Jedi might be in jeopardy.

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[Shan Pavond]

"Okay... so when do we start moving towards the people? Do we wait until you already engaged the troopers? Or are we moving at the same time?"

"Same time. I'm good at defending blaster fire. It's one of my main things. Though...that reminds me of something Master Kahlil taught me. Give me a second."

Well, it was actually Zaiya mentioning her hologram shield that reminded Shan as he stepped over towards the three Padawans, carefully trying to remember how it went. He wasn't that familiar with Force Runes, but he was at least somewhat familiar with this one. Moving his hands through the air carefully over each one of the girls, using the Force Rune for a shield to protect them from a shot or two. He might have been able to make it more perfected, but they didn't really have the time right now.

"Alright. This should help protect you a bit. But erh...don't go jumping in front of any blaster shots. Not sure how well it will do to protect you from direct hits. And the plan is going to b-"

The Jedi Knight was interrupted by a new arrival, blinking towards the new Padawan. Well. This was going to be a lot easier now. At least to try and keep the people safe. Though Shan did have a small grimace on his face at being called Knight Pavond. It felt wrong in a sense if he was being honest to himself. Shaking his head at Raphael Gallustrade , breaking out into a small smirk.

"Just call me Shan. It's easier. Pretty sure you're older than me anyway I'll need to apply a shield to you in a second, but you've helped change my plan, for the better. You and Casaline are going to stay here to check and make sure the people Mahsa and Zaiya send on over are alright. No major injuries that need treated straight away. Zaiya and Mahsa, I want you to get whoever can move to go to Casaline and Padawan Gallustrade, whilst treating anyone who can't move. If anyone needs carrying, call for Gallustrade. He looks like a strong guy. Also, Gallustrade, I'm trusting you to protect them if any Dark Empire troops get past me, or appear out of nowhere."

Shan kept a grin on his face, clapping Raphael on the shoulder. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't somewhat pleased to have an older Padawan here. With that, Shan got to work applying the Force Rune to give Raphael a shield before doing a double check over everyone. Lifting up his hand to give the quartet a small thumbs up, Shan rushed off down the corridor in the direction of the troopers. He could rely on Soresu to deflect the bolts for as long as he could...Just had to be careful about not hitting a bomb.

Casaline Ryiah Mahsa

 

[Casteban Mecetti]

FLEETING
House Mecetti - Mecetti House Guard Naval Forces
MHGN Penumbra - Flagship - Obscurer Class Star Destroyer 2000m 100%
MHGN Ascension - Victory Class Star Destroyer 900m 100%
MHGN Brightblade - Victory Class Star Destroyer 900m 100%
MHGN Swift - Raider Class Corvette 150m 100%
MHGN Reaver - Raider Class Corvette 150m 100%
MHGN Seeker - Raider Class Corvette 150m 100%
MHGN Wizard - Raider Class Corvette 150m 100%
9 squadrons of Tie/mg starfighters 108 Starfighters
with Optional MHGO-1 Ordinance Rings​

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"Sir," the Penumbra's Captain reported, "the Swift is breaking formation and advancing with a cluster of fighters."

Casteban gritted his teeth. "Who ordered an advance?"

The Captain shook his head, "No one, to my knowledge, Sir."

Casteban let out a breath. He was tired, and this battle had only just started. The Swift was under the command of Lady Arsec of Grindera, a gifted and promising young Lady of House Mecetti who had just entered the Galactic Alliance Senate. She doubtless wanted to prove herself.

He had been young once, too, though it was difficult to recapture the feeling of what that had been like.

He had two choices. He could order her to return, and display discord for all to see. Worse, if she chose to disobey the order and charge in for personal honor and glory. This would undermine the perception of his control over the Mecetti forces, and also undermine her authority over her own subordinates.

Or he could support her.

If he supported her, it would transform the Mecetti House Guard Navy into the Vanguard for this entire counter-offensive.

Resting a hand on a holotable in the command center, he grappled with the decision for only a moment. Family was everything, and Lady Pawla was essential for maintaining a formidable House Mecetti voting bloc in the Senate.

"Order all ships to advance. Make sure we keep her in range of our support batteries. Target the enemy with all missiles, and place all shields to maximum.

We are running the gauntlet, gentlemen. Make this your finest hour.

Fire at will."

Then he touched the communication control.

"This is Penumbra Actual. House Mecetti will lead this counter-offensive, and shake the enemy from this system. We invite those with honor and steel to join us. Glory awaits."

If those were his 'famous last words'... they were at least good ones for an epitaph.

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TL;DR - As the Swift moves ahead, Casteban makes the decision to move his fleet in support rather than reveal potential disarray in his command.

Jurr Awaud Drego Ruus The Vulptex Mahsa Mahsa Shan Pavond | Zaiya Ceti | Casaline Ryiah | Jonyna Si | Cessair Ideon | Drego Ruus | Lady Pawla Arsec of Grindera

 

[Marlon Sularen]

B L O O D_A N D_B E S K A R
Objective II : Light in the Dark


DARK EMPIRE
KEERA MAJOR, DEEP CORE

Spoiler: Task Force Vader

TASK FORCE VADER
Main Fleet INV Predator [100|100] INV Tyuk [100|100] INV Purifier [100|100] INV Pride of the Empire [100|100] INV Gladiator [100|100] INV Wrath [100|100] INV Stalker [100|100] INV Oblivion [100|100] INV Starbreaker [100|100] INV Revenge [100|100] INV Nightmare [100|100] INV Sentinel [100|100]
Interdictor Squadron INV Harbinger [100|100] INV Dominion [100|100] INV Raven [100|100] INV Detention [100|100] INV Fury [100|100] INV Shadow [100|100]
Support Squadron Vandal-Class Corvette [9/9] Dragoon-Class Escort Frigate [12/12]
Starfighter Compliment TIE/fdT Terminators TIE/INx Interceptors TIE/haB Brutes TIE/HB Brusiers

Seated on his command chair within the bridge of his flagship, Grand Admiral Marlon Sularen watched as the battle raged all across the system as Imperial and Alliance-Mandalorian Fleets clashed for dominance and control over the Keera Major Orbital Array. Sandwiched between Empress Teta and Prakith within Imperial territory, the shipyard was one of the primary naval contributors to the Galactic Alliance Military having spearheaded the modernization effort it had recently undertaken to phase out the old REC Warships that had been used since the early days of the Galactic Alliance. The continued exsistence of the Keera Major Orbital Array was an obstacle to Imperial ambitions and a possible weak point within their occupied territories within the Deep Core, that the Galactic Alliance could use to launch incursions deep into Imperial territory, but now atlast the Imperial Armada had come to ensure that the shipyard fell into it's hands and be put into proper use with Sularen eager to make use of the shipyards and it's employees for the Imperial War effort.

Already the Imperial Fleet had placed their Alliance and Mandalorian counterparts at a disadvantage, with two separate battlegroups descending on the shipyards from the opposite sides of the planet coming from Prakith and Empress Teta, a tactic devised by Grand Admiral Sularen to force the Alliance to divert their attention in order to prevent both fleets from reaching the shipyards or attacking their main fleet from the rear. Through this strategy, the Imperial Fleet would be able to fight their Alliance and Mandalorian counterparts on more even ground now that the Alliance's usual tactics of deploying overwhelming force and numbers would be nullified by the simple strategy. In addition to his main fleet, the Grand Admiral had also brought in a squadron of Interdictors and smaller support ships which remained scattered around the edge of Keera Major's gravity well near the egress point of the portion of the Byss run leading back to Prakith, ensuring that any attempt made by the civilians trapped within the Orbital Array wouldn't be able to escape back into Alliance territory.

With his Fleet having cut off half of of the enemy's escape routes, all that was left for the Grand Admiral to do was to break through whatever opposition the Alliance-Mandalorian Fleet would bring up against him and dismantle whatever defenses the Orbital Array could raise against his forces, and already an opportunity had presented itself to Sularen and his Forces. While the main Alliance Fleet had maintained a defensive posture, it would appear that a small detachment of Alliance Vessels had moved out of position, supported by a cluster of fighters as they advanced towards Sularen's Fleet. A closer examination would reveal that this small fleet was just consisted of a few corvettes spearheaded by two retrofitted Victory-Class Star Destroyers and a larger Star Destroyer. As Sularen watched the holographic display of the battle before him he chuckled knowing well that the Alliance had just become a victim of it's own hubris and overconfidence.

"Are the Shield Leech Missiles ready?" Sularen inquired, looking at his assistant Colonel Rackham who as usual stood beside him with a datapad in hand. "Yes sir, all Missile Batteries are armed and ready." Rackham answered. "Good" Sularen answered, before looking back at the holographic display watching as the Warships of House Mecetti entered the range of the INV Predator, smiling as those ships continued to approach his fleet. "Target the House Mecetti Fleet and unleash hell upon them." the Grand Admiral ordered. Colonel Rackham simply nodded and proceeded to relay his orders through his datapad which would soon be received by the many crewmen manning the Missile Launchers of the INV Predator.

Once the INV Predator's Missile Launchers had locked onto individual targets, they began unleashing a massive volley of Shield Leech Missiles towards the House Mecetti Fleet. As the Missiles began to accelerate in their approach towards the Ships of House Mecetti's Fleet, they began powering up while using their Shield Leeches to slowly drain the shields of the targeted warships while using that energy to increase it's damage output, ready to lay waste to their targets upon impact. Meanwhile back on the Predator, another batch of Shield Leech Missiles were being loaded up ready to unleash a second volley upon the enemy vessels.

As the missiles closed in on the House Mecetti Fleet, Sularen smiled knowing well the outdated ships of House Mecetti wouldn't survive the first volley as each missile was equipped with technology that allowed them to stay on target even against ECMs and Missile Deactivator Transmitters. In a few seconds, the House Mecetti Fleet would be reduced to floating wrecks above Keera Major as his own fleet moved in to deal with the rest of the Alliance fleet. Today the Alliance would learn to fear the might of the Imperial Navy and Sularen would make sure that this battle would be one they would never forget.

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• The INV Predator launches a volley of Shield Leech Missiles against the House Mecetti Fleet while maintaining it's position
• The Main Fleet maintain's it's current position, staying in place as the House Mecetti Fleet advances against them
• The Interdictor and Support Squadrons remain in the rear with orders to intercept any civilian transport that attempts to escape the battle

Tags [GA & MP] | Casteban Mecetti | Lady Pawla Arsec of Grindera | Cessair Ideon | Jurr Awaud | Nyles Kote
Tags [DE] | Aldo Garrick | Race Tolsen | Toltec | Sinestra ​

 

[Thomas Barran]

2nd Post

BLOOD AND BESKAR
-THE COREWARD CHRONICLES-

THE_BLOODHOUND
GREAT KHAN OF THE SCAR HOUNDS
WARLORD OF RHIGAR & MAR'ZAMBUL
DIVINE CHAMPION OF MOTHER REBIRTH

Tags (Friend): Aridius 'TK-1575' Kaleb Sunwalker Dodhorn Harert
Darth Ptolemis Shannic Wulf Aerarii Tithe Ibaris Varanin

Tags (Foe): Drego Ruus I'dadr Gargon The Vulptex Arla Rodarch
Jurr Awaud Zel Sharratt Minerva Fhirdiad Fenn Stag Relan Dredec

A NEW CENTURY, A NEW TERROR V: RATS IN FROZEN TUNNELS - PART 2

PASSING ASOPORT-SOUTH STATION, INNER-CITY MONORAIL 4,
ASOPORT METRO DISTRICT, CARLAC (901 ABY)

Who the kark could be sending me messages at this time?
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'Eh.... Don't need light-discipline yet.'

The whirring vibration of the datapad was unmistakable, especially in the echoing cadences of the otherwise-silent monorail tunnel, and just as instinctually as the datapad was brought out from his coat-pocket - much the same would have been seen of his quickness to read on the backlit screen in the dark.

'Ah.... Well, that could've sucked if I'd ignored the notification. What the kark?'

A timely message it was, and especially so with the impending Imperial defence-measures considered, but even with the strategic speedbump underway already, the Bloodhound was still willing enough to keep Rook Darkhan in the loop. Holding up the datapad before passing it with a curt, grumbled,'Here, look for yersel.', the Woad was able to cut through whatever rage was boiling in the Arkanian's mind at the time, a blessing of which Thomas would not know until later on in the battle. The consequent chuckle was expected, and though the Bloodhound was expecting a contrastingly-rueful sort instead, the shrugged indifference accompanying the mirth served as another indicator of Rook's cooling temperament, indicator enough to silence any and all gathering doubts in the mind.

'Not our first cantina, but that could present risks down the line. Be sure to thank the Imperial for the warning.... "Good comms invite good peers down the line", remember?'

[Thanks for the heads-up, we can hold position out of sight until it passes over. Good luck over there.]
[Message sent]
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Not a moment after catching the datapad did the one-eyed Woad endeavour to reply, wasting no time in coordinating with the allied elements in the city that night, as Barran was more than familiar with the Darkside array of defence-measures at the time, coupled with the infamous truth that there was nothing new beneath the clouds of Carlac. From undead humans and near-humans, (zombies of which still roamed the planet's snowy, frozen surface) to the many abominations of every sort the Maw set upon the Felist Empire who once ruled over it, all invaders would find themselves repeating history in some form or other, and it was that same strange element to Carlac's history that the Great Khan was venturing to avoid specifically.

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'SECOND LINE, GO PRONE!!!! HOLD POSITION IN THE SHADOWS!!!! MOVE IT!!!!'

<"Warpaint One, this is Bloodhound - order the first line to hold position.">
<"Copy that.">
<"Jus' stay low an' stick to the shadows, will ye?">
<"Of course, my thanks for the tip.... Warpaint One - out!">

 

[Domina Prime]

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ᖭ༏ᖫ

ᚦᛁᛋ ᚻᚪᛏᛖ ᚦᚪᛏ ᚣᚩᚢ ᚷᚪᚹᛖ ᛗᛖ ᛣᛖᛖᛈᛋ ᛋᚪᚣᛁᛝ ᚦᛖ ᛋᚪᛗᛖ ᚦᛁᛝ

ᛏᚩ ᛋᛁᛝ ᚹᚻᛖᚾ ᚣᚩᚢ ᚻᚢᚱᛏ ᚪᚾᛞ ᛏᚩ ᛋᛁᛝ ᚹᚻᛖᚾ ᚣᚩᚢ ᚳᚱᚣ

ᛏᚩ ᛋᛁᛝ ᚹᚻᛖᚾ ᚣᚩᚢ ᛚᛁᚹᛖ ᚪᚾᛞ ᛏᚩ ᛋᛁᛝ ᚹᚻᛖᚾ ᚣᚩᚢ ᛞᛁᛖ

BROTHERS & SISTERS: Mia Monroe | Drego Ruus | Arla Rodarch | Jurr Awaud | I'dadr Gargon | Zel Sharratt Chaaj Priest | @
OPPOSING CHAMPIONS: Dodhorn Harert



There weren't enough words in ANY language to describe the immeasurable euphoric BLISS radiating from the girlish devil as she hymned and chanted an ancient Mandalorian tune as the bustle and roar of sirens throughout the citadel which caused forces on all sides to stir and twist to life as the sharpened claws of Domina traced delicately over the Crown of Furyia, an accursed Axe that whispered sweet songs of war and fire into the primitive Mad Witch of Mandalores ear.

She was so exhilarated! So much so she had completely abandoned formation and tactics all in a desperate scramble to be the first one in, and the LAST one out. A hunger ached in her core, one which could not be satisfied as five alien eyes traced hungrily over the courtyard to the Citadel as the audible CLINK CLANK CLUNK of the soldiers and warriors chosen to intercept Domina in her divine path of destruction.

"How did this one get here so fast?" One soldier asked taking aim with a rifle while more authorized bladesman drew their sabers in a defensive stance where the gunman remained in cover behind him.

"It matters not! Stack up on me! This is as far as these filthy manda-GAHK!"

Oh no there would be NONE of that in the presence of Prime. His words would not finish as he quickly found a FOUR lines of silk webbing shot from her wrist and attached to his armor and face, DRAGGING him out of the warm embrace of his unit as he flailed his saber in a sad attempt to cut the tether that pulled him into the clutches of Prime.

"What was that? Sorry Dima couldn't hear you from ALL the way back there. Something about FILTH?" She questioned, snipping some of the silk to let his arms free as he instantly reached out with his now free arm to call upon the force.

There was a pressure around the xenos neck as she gasped. Gagging and choking dramatically as she reached up with her four arms and began to claw at her neck as if she were being strangled. Hoisted off of her feet from the might of this godlings power as he smirked, picking himself up off the floor and narrowing his focus as he held Domina in a force choke.

"Tsk, don't get ahead of yourself! We in the Dark Empire wield more power than you know! Any last words?" He asked, igniting his saber before suddenly, the choking gasping and wheezing from Dima evolved into giggling, cackling and deranged laughter as the lashers on her back flailed out violently.

"Yeah…just kidding!" She chirped girlishly as the whips of her lashers quickly made contact with his extended arm. And with a single blinding swipe, His hand was…gone. Blood pressure impressively splashing and squirting all over the ground as his focus, shattered in a single moment allowed Dima to drop back down to her feet as she grinned wickedly from behind her mask. Watching as he groaned and huffed from the wound. "Sad. Simple. Senile. To think you actually thought you'd beat Domina Prime with some LOSER shit like that! This One is not impressed~" Domina mused, kicking his now disarmed hand across the floor as the Force User attempted to retreat while swinging his saber towards her to slow her down.

Domina reached out and snatched the saber, the blade sizzling against her crystalized claws as she wrangled him in closer before SNATCHING him by the back of his hair with one of her hands, YANKING his head up and prying the saber out of his hand as she rested the massive Axe on her shoulder with another arm. Collecting his weapon for the sheer amusement of doing so as the soldiers, still in position with their blasters aimed, struggled to take a decisive shot due to their superior officer trapped in her grip.

"S-shoot her! Shoot her now!" The man groaned as Dima traced a free claw along his chest as if she were inspecting her victim. Only for his order to make Dominas gaze focus on THEM instead.

"Yes yes! Shoot! Shoot Dima now!" She cooed, holding the man out by his hair and just parading him in front of her form as if creating a meat shield and encouraging them to take the shot. The soldier, snarling and bloodied holding his lump where his hand USED to be.

"THAT'S AN ORDER DAMMIT! I SAID TAKE HER DOWN!" Before he could finish the order Domina had blitzed towards them, keeping him within her grip before slithering her tail to wrap around his ankle, DRAGGING the man and hoisting him in the air as if he were a massive bag of potatoes Domina proceeded to use the warrior as a makeshift HUMAN CHAIN-MACE. His ankle caught in a death grip from her tail, she swung the tail with such violent force that the sheer momentum of the first swing caused the man to completely SMASH one soldier into a pile of broken armor, shatter bones and gore. A flurry of blaster shots erupted aimlessly, losing their nerve and the confidence in their formation as Domina proceeded to carve an unholy path of blood and discord through the citadel. Activating the beskar shield attachment in her vambrace and CHARGING through soldier units, barging through doors and dragging anyone or anything in sight.

"Prime was promised this battle would provide WORTHY CHAMPIONS to satisfy This Ones thirst!" She roared into the skies, painted in gore and carnage as the Deranged Daughter of Destruction searched for prey worthy enough to be called a Champion. Holding up the mangled and broken leg of whom she had been dragging around with her and just dropping his broken and quaking corpse onto the floor now that his use as a human battering ram had been fulfilled. "So WHERE are they!? It's RUDE to keep a LADY like Dima WAITING ya know! No class, none at all~" She barked like a madwoman. Upon entering the main halls of the citadel, upon sight the soldiers guarding the entrance quickly recognized Domina. Either from previous battles, or watching what happened to their allies just now on the security footage. Whatever the case, they were quick to retreat back and lowering their weapons.

It was the right move. With their weapons lowered and their wills too weak to wage an unwinnable war. Domina ghosted straight past them, not even registering them as threats as Dima continued to search the halls for a fight that would win her heart! Shoulder checking one of the enemy soldiers as they just...got out of her way.

"Move it or lose it dweebs~" She snarked with a grin, irking them to see if they'd turn their weapons on her so she could have an excuse to feast upon their bones.

They showed restraint. Focusing on the other Jedi and Mandalorians who were likely not far behind, deciding it would be easier to focus on them then involve themselves in the mad antics of Domina Prime. Knowing that only chaos and discord would erupt from trying to stop Dima without the appropriate forces to subdue her. So they stood down, and simply let Domina WANDER throughout the citadel until she found what she as looking for, or someone STRONG ENOUGH to actually STOP HER arrived.

Come now, O Audience Mine.

You and i both know how this ends.

 

[Cessair Ideon]

BATTLEGROUP KENOBI |:| 175TH CHANDRILA FLEET
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Spoiler: 175th Chandrila Fleet |

F L A G // : ANS Monsoon | Bippina Class Dreadnought | 5000m BATTLECRUISERS //: ANS Mentor | MC97 Heavy Star Cruiser | 5000m ANS Array | MC97 Heavy Star Cruiser | 5000m ANS Montorr | A-601 Main Battle Cruiser | 4500m ANS Kellen | A-601 Main Battle Cruiser | 4500m TFS Nute | Tambor Pattern Lucrehulk II | 3810m TFS Gunray | Tambor Pattern Lucrehulk II | 3810m DESTROYERS //: RISD Barbarian | Type-107 ISD | 1850m RISD Saxon | Type-107 ISD | 1850m RISD Onslaught | Type-107 ISD | 1850m RISD Hand of Doom | Type-107 ISD | 1850m ANS Bola One | CD170 Destroyer | 1500m ANS Bola Two | CD170 Destroyer | 1500m ANS Bola Three | CD170 Destroyer | 1500m ANS Bola Four | CD170 Destroyer | 1500m CRUISERS //: ANS Hammer One | Hammerhead Class Cruiser | 1000m ANS Hammer Two | Hammerhead Class Cruiser | 1000m ANS Hammer Three | Hammerhead Class Cruiser | 1000m ANS Hammer Four | Hammerhead Class Cruiser | 1000m ANS Hammer Five | Hammerhead Class Cruiser | 1000m ANS Hammer Six | Hammerhead Class Cruiser | 1000m FRIGATES //: ANS Nebb One.. | Nebulon L2 | 350m ANS Nebb Two.. | Nebulon L2 | 350m ANS Nebb Three.. | Nebulon L2 | 350m ANS Nebb Four.. | Nebulon L2 | 350m ANS Core One.. | BSD Corona | 500m ANS Core Two.. | BSD Corona | 500m ANS Core Three | BSD Corona | 500m ANS Core Four. | BSD Corona | 500m ANS Core Five.. | BSD Corona | 500m ANS Signet One.. | Gola Star Carrier | 500m ANS Signet Two.. | Gola Star Carrier | 500m ANS Signet Three.. | Gola Star Carrier | 500m ANS Signet Four.. | Gola Star Carrier | 500m ANS Signet Five.. | Gola Star Carrier | 500m CORVETTES //: Several Squadrons | DP40 Heavy Gunship STARFIGHTERS DEPLOYED //: F-29 Fortress Bomber E-Wing Multi-Role Starfighter LRS-B W-Wing Heavy Strike Bomber RZ-5 Crynyd-series A-wing Interceptor

Marlon Sularen Casteban Mecetti Nyles Kote
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The Vice Admiral remained stocially silent on the command chair, his eyes fixed on the holographic display screens showing the chaotic scene unfolding before him. The 175th Chandrila Fleet would soon become emboriled in a fierce battle for control of the Keera Major Oribtal Array, with the Imperial Armada and the Alliance Navy locked in a deadly dance of destruction. Turbolasers streaked across the void, lighting up the darkness with their deadly glow, while missiles acred through space, seeking out their targets with deadly accuracy.

The backdrop of the battle was filled with the deafening roar of engines and the sharp crackle of blaster fire as TIE Fighters and Alliance Starfighters engaged in dogfights around both fleets. He had maintained a strong defensive position around the orbital array, enough to stay in proper communication with the station's command center, which would relay updates on the battle and inform him of any unexpected turn of events.

"Sir, we've recieved a transmission from Senator Mecetii's Forces on the field. They've entered into formation and are awaiting our signals to commence attack strategy. However, it appears that one vessel is moving out of their formation. This could potentially disrupt our defensive line" The voice of the Chief Communication Officer came from behind, alerting the Vice Admiral that Mecetii's Fleet was deploying in battle formation yet one vessel was seen advancing towards the main vanguard of the Imperial Fleet. Ideon glanced back at the Communication Officer, wanting him to relay a message to the Senator's Fleet.

He was just about to relay the message to the Senator's forces when Nyles Kote 's voice broke through, indiciating that the Mandalorian Fleet had arrived to assist them in the engagement. Such a positive development was warmly welcomed by the Command Staff of the ANS Moonsoon, as it would enable them to strategically adjust the fleet's positioning without compromising their defensive formation or the safety of the ongoing evacuation operations within the station.

"Transmissions recieved, Fleet Admiral Kote. We are detecting faint traces of gravity well generators within the orbital boundry of the system. The activation of these generators will hinder our evacuation efforts from the station. If you can intercept these vessels and destroy them, it will greatly benefit our main objective. Other than this small detail, you have full operational authority to deploy where you think you are needed." The Vice-Admiral communicated with Nyles Kote from the command chair, fully aware that the Mandalorian Forces would be more successful if they deviated from the Alliance Chain of Command.

By deactivating the interdiction fields scattered across the battlefield, their transports and shuttles would be able to safely retreat to Alliance Space alongside the evacuation group should the engagement turn sour. Once recieving a message back from the Fleet Admiral of the Mandalorian Battlegroup, Ideon turned towards the holographic display watching as the singular vessel and Casteban Mecetti moved further and further away from the defensive line and into the awaiting deathtrap of the Imperial Navy's cannons.

It is highly likely that Grand Admiral Marlon Sularen the opposing commander, possessed a strong sense of assurance that the small breakaway faction of the Alliance would face annihilation due to the incoming exotic missiles. The Vice-Admiral concurred with this confidence, fully aware that the Senator's decision to advance ahead was a tactical blunder. He had no intention of jeopardizing his defensive line by directly confronting the Imperial Navy.

"Enter into Vanjervalis Chain formation around the Orbital Array, form Starfighter Screens around each point of the chain and bring online all heavy long-ranged turbolasers. Adjust targeting computers by 2.56 points, angle guns along the southern vector of the battlefield and unleash full barrage of fire on the nearest imperial vessel."

The command was issued to the rest of the fleet, who promptly entered into the Chain Defensive Formation around the Orbital Array, allowing them to effectively become one giant battlecruiser. The formation was carefully orchestrated, with each ship strategically positioned to maximize their defensive capabilities and create a formidable barrier against any potential threats.

Should the Imperial Fleet advance, then the chain could be modified to adjust to such variables, but until then they would maintain their own position until further notice.

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• Alliance Fleet is holding defensive position with the Vanjervalis Chain
• Full Operational Authority has been given to the Mandalorian Fleet underneath Nyles Kote
• The Vice-Admiral is allowing Casteban Mecetti to advance, as to not compromise the defensive line.
• Engaging Marlon Sularen with long-range turbolaser batteries.
• Forming Starfighter Screens around the Chain to provide additional defense from starfighters and bombers.

 

[Vorik]

Tags: The Vulptex

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Everyone in the galaxy was searching for something. Power, wealth, fame, enlightenment, no matter the case it was an endless search. Not everyone knew what exactly they were searching for. Unfortunately, this was Vorik’s case. Called by the Shadow to where darkness gathered, like an enticing prospect whispered ever-so-sweetly into his ear, his search brought him to the Citadel at its heart.

And finally, it seemed like something, the barest whispers of something, was in reach. But the galaxy, cruel as it ever was to him, denied him a simple, straightforward solution.

Granted, he wasn’t exactly supposed to be here, either. You don’t exactly waltz into an Empire’s Citadel as a mere neophyte.

“It’s never easy.” Murmured out a scratchy voice to no one in particular, as alarms throughout the Citadel began to blare with the presence of impending assault and infiltration. The soft ‘click’ as he primed his weapon - a hodge-podge of components forming the vague shape of a blaster rifle crossed with a halberd. “Fine. I like it that way.”

With security no doubt occupied ferrying the important folk to panic rooms, or securing the more important areas of intel, perhaps it presented its own unique opportunity. Swiftly he made his way, booted steps against dark metal to scope out the place. Perhaps he could take someone else’s bounty - or secure one for himself, find a glimpse of what he was looking for.

Regardless, there was bound to be opportunity aplenty in these cold hallways. There would be no other reason the Shadow would call him here so compellingly.

 

[Ailmar Dawnstone]

Gearing up for a fight

Rayia Si Jonyna Si

“Captain! Comms are jammed outside the system but word is our sector is holding up well. Doesn’t seem like we’ll be evacuating civilians this time, Alliance forces are locked up in orbit.”

“That’s alright Camila, we’ll provide QRF like we always do. Hicora, get the boarding teams ready, we’re joining the fight first hand.”

“Aye captain!”

Waiting. The insufferable waiting was what truly killed a man. Far different from blaster burns or a lightsaber to the chest, waiting killed the soul. To stave off this slow death, the crew aboard the Spirit stayed busy, closing in on the engagement zone as quickly as the old hyperdrive could manage. Throughout the ship, everyone readied themselves for a fight. Gunner crews manned the turrets and torpedo rooms, strike teams gathered in their U-wing transports, and the operations crew had a figurative meltdown trying to prevent a literal one as the reactors were pushed to the limit—all to make up for lost time. On the bridge, all hands were on deck, preparing for battle. Everyone carried at least a holdout blaster; better to be safe than sorry when the Imps came knocking. Their vessel was not large compared to anything they’d be facing. The crew was confined to a ship no longer than 380 meters, a mere frigate expected to go toe-to-toe with Star Destroyers. Thankfully, Captain Dawnstone wasn’t an idiot and had carefully chosen his ship for this very task. After all, little could compare to the cunning MC-30 Frigate.

Ailmar stepped up to the central holodeck, clearing his throat before channeling the U-Wing transports waiting to deploy from their makeshift hangars, which could only accommodate two. The complement of 95 dedicated troopers stood ready, awaiting orders from the captain. His voice quickly rang out through the comms channel in his usual calm and collected manner. "Alright folks, here's the plan. We’ll be securing the orbital station alongside the two Jedi from Ukatis. From what we've pieced together, thousands are already locked in the fight, so we'll be a supporting element more than anything. More information will come as the mission progresses, but that's nothing new. As usual, the majority of teams will be stationed here to repel boarders. Good hunting, and may the Force be with you all."

"Aye Captain!" The response came out from those soldiers among them, Ailmar would have been damned to be called sir, but had taken a liking to an old phrase used since the dawn of time.

"Captain, we're closing into the system now"

"Good, we're late."

The hyperspace warning alarm began to blare, signaling to all hands that the vessel was closing in on their destination. The crew expected interdiction-rated starships, and the call to brace echoed over every PA system throughout the ship. It came just in time as the Spirit was violently ripped out of hyperspace by a Galactic Alliance interdiction ship guarding the entrance route.

"Hold your fire, transmitting codes now"

Authorization codes were swiftly transferred to the vessel in question, a Nuruodo-class Interdictor Cruiser and her escort. For an uncomfortably long moment of silence, their guns remained trained on the frigate. The tension was palpable as everyone waited to see if the codes would be accepted and if they could proceed without incident.

“Code received and accepted. Spirit, you are to reinforce the defense of The Keera Major Orbital Array.”

A collective sigh escaped the bridge crew. They weren't officially part of the Galactic Alliance, just mere privateers, but they had prepared as best they could. "Understood, on route now." Now was as good a time as any to get stuck in and ready for a fight. Ailmar, already donning his armor, officially handed off command of the vessel to his second officer. He made his way to the U-Wing transports, which were prepped and ready for takeoff. As he walked, he placed his helmet on and opened a comms channel to his Jedi friends, just in time to hear blaster fire from their direction. “Seems we're fashionably late to the party. I’ve got two birds ready to fly and'll be landing with you. Where would you like us Jonyna?” he asked, his voice steady despite the chaos.

Through the corridors he traveled, past crew and soldiers fresh from much needed R&R and eager to get back into the fight. Spirts were high among the crew and Ailmar was keen to capitalize on it while he could. As he entered the makeshift hanger bay, he boarded the left most U-Wing and slipped into a seat alongside his own. "Weren't gonna leave without me, were ya Hicora?" The knife ear addressed the acting Lieutenant, the man directly in charge of all military based operations, one of many with the power to tell Ailmar no.

"Not a chance, Captain." Ailmar was met with a wide and bright Pantoran man's grin. They pounded the door which led to the cockpit before shouting, "All accounted for! get us out there!"

Both U-wings rocked violently as their mag clamps released, propelling them into space in a tight wingman formation. Inside, the troopers braced themselves against the turbulence, the hum of the engines resonating through the cabin. As the U-wings peeled away from the Spirit, the frigate remained behind, prowling the void for any targets. The Spirit's sensors scanned the surrounding space, the tension palpable among the bridge crew. The U-wings cut through the star-speckled darkness, engines glowing against the backdrop of the distant stars. They weaved through the debris of past battles, making their way toward the starport. Inside the lead U-wing, Ailmar's voice crackled over the comms. "Alright folks, keep it tight. We're not alone out here. Eyes open, weapons ready."

"Put on your helmet, Jazdorno." Sergeant Patron, a Bothan veteran retired from the GA, smacked the young human across the back of the head.

"Aye Sergeant!"
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"Visual on the starport," one of the pilots announced. "No immediate threats detected, but stay sharp."

 

[Aridius 'TK-1575']

ARIDIUS TK-1575 'CRIMSON'
HEAVY TROOPER
TAGS: Drego Ruus

"Those who ask for mercy are too weak to deserve it."
― DARTH BANE

PRELUDE

Aridius flicked the switch of his blaster from safe to fire over and over. His helmet was off, and thrown to the side of his barracks room. Yet, Aridius could see his reflection in the black visor. It was warped, his face curving around the helmet like ink exposed to water on paper. The image melted into the helmet visage as if the poly metal consumed whoever Aridius was into Crimson. A callsign that swallowed the Stormtrooper whole until nothing was left but that dreaded color.

In the reflection, Aridius could see a soft hand grace his shoulder. Trailing along his back until finally the Dathomiran Witch showed her true form. A green hue illuminated the room. "Focus." She said to him, "Dig deep. The hate. The violence. Let it flow." She whispered in his ear, half-truths and foul images.

Aridius remembered his first days in NIO; the invasions of rebellious planets, the execution of total control. The executions. The battles. The sound of TIE Fighters streaming ahead with AT-AT walkers blasting above, while the rhythmic music of his heavy blaster cannon taking lives by every volley. Aridius closed his eyes, feeling the force flow through him. Yet, unlike the tales of a Jedi or an upstart Padawan, Aridius focused on the hate.

Anger grew in him. He never knew peace, yet he craved it. He was never free from the cage, the prison, the imperial white halls that symbolized peace and order. He was never able to enjoy it or experience it. He was always fighting, always fighting.

The electricity flickered inside his barracks, and with a loud metallic shriek, his locker suddenly caved inward. Crumbled, the metal shredded by some foreign religion that broke the laws of gravity itself. Finally, Aridius opened his eyes, blinking. "Good," The Witch said, disappearing back into his shadow. Then, suddenly...

WE ARE UNDER ATTACK
ALL HANDS MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS
THIS IS NOT A DRILL
ATTENTION ALL SECURITY FORCES
PREPARE FOR ENGAGEMENT

Crimson was armored faster than he could blink, and his blaster at the ready in half that. He burst from the barracks, and other stormtroopers rallied down the hallway as the alarm above began to sound. The Trooper's hand lifted up his helmet, putting it on. As it came to life, so did the radio chatter through his helmet. <"Hostile forces have made landing in all Security Sectors. All Stormtrooper Reaction Teams report to your designated sectors for immediate engagement. Prisoners will not be tolerated.">

Moments later, the Heavy Trooper arrives at one of the streets. Just in-time to see drop pods soar from the sky, piercing the veil of the atmosphere and landing dead center into the street. Storming forth came Mandalorains; in their Beskar, with warrior prowess that exceeds most standard galactic infantry by a milestone.

Crimson raised his cannon, only to see a particular one throw a detonator into a building. "YOU FIRST." His robotic voice, amplified and dehumanized by the voice modulator, echoed in the streets as he turned his Heavy Cannon over to the Mandalorian. He pulled the trigger to initiate;

THWA-THWA-THWA-THWA-THWA!

 

[Casteban Mecetti]

FLEETING
House Mecetti - Mecetti House Guard Naval Forces
MHGN Penumbra - Flagship - Obscurer Class Star Destroyer 2000m 75%
MHGN Ascension - Victory Class Star Destroyer 900m 60%
MHGN Brightblade - Victory Class Star Destroyer 900m 65%
MHGN Swift - Raider Class Corvette 150m (?)
MHGN Reaver - Raider Class Corvette 150m 0%
MHGN Seeker - Raider Class Corvette 150m 50%
MHGN Wizard - Raider Class Corvette 150m 96%
8 squadrons of Tie/mg starfighters 96 Starfighters
with Optional MHGO-1 Ordinance Ring​

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"The enemy has fired missiles," Captain Carstars announced on the bridge of the Penumbra, "two minutes to impact."

On the holotable, Casteban saw the blips representing the missiles appear, crossing the vast expanse between the enemy fleet and the House Mecetti forces.

"Analyze the missiles," Casteban ordered, "are they a candidate for being jammed?" The Penumbra had impressive missile jamming and Electronic Countermeasure technology.

Carstars shook his head, "I don't think so, my Lord. An advanced design. They... they seem to be emitting some kind of..." He paused, consulting with the signals officer. Then, "My Lord, they are somehow leeching the shield energy from our fleet's shield envelope. It seems the energy is being stored in some kind of matrix within the missiles themselves. I see a large radiation signature within each missile that swells as it approaches."

Casteban's brows arched. He was unfamiliar with this technology. But it was clear to him that the shields of the fleet would only be a hinderance.

"Order all ships to deactivate shields," he ordered.

Carstars nearly choked. "My Lord, without shields, those missiles will inflict critical damage."

"I am neither a tactical genius nor a technical expert," Casteban retorted, "but I do know that if your enemy is hungry for something, you don't feed it to them. Have all ships drop shields.

These missiles have a large radiation signature, you say. So they will be easy to track and fire upon. Engage our point-defense grid. Order all non-automated gun crews to target the inbound ordinance. Tractor beam crews should seize them to prevent contact with the ship. Starfighter crews should lock concussion missiles in interdictory fire, or fire upon the missiles with laser cannons. I want a cordon of protective fire. There's more than one way to stop a volley."

Casteban could remember a poster in the Mecetti House Guard Naval Barracks. A Tie-fighter pilot had stood in the poster, in front of his high-performance fighter craft, giving a thumb's up. "NO SHIELDS," the poster had declared, "ALL GUTS."

Casteban hoped it wouldn't be their guts spilling all over the deck.

Carstars quickly relayed the orders.

"All units acknowledged. Squadrons forming up to interdict. Turret crews locking on targets. Point-defense batteries online."

The elderly Mecetti gripped the edge of the holo-table to steady himself. "May fortune favor the fool," he muttered.

Suddenly, all of space seemed to explode with blaster cannon and laser-cannon fire. Every gun on every ship opened up in a dazzling display of deadly light. Scores of the enemy missiles detonated on their way in, creating tremendous blasts with outflows of deadly radiation.

"Some success, my Lord," Carstars announced, "Radiation levels are extreme, however."

"Have medical staff distribute anti-radiation medications to the crew," Casteban responded. That was more for the crew's peace of mind than for actual efficacy. People needed to believe they had a chance, even if their reality was bleaker than any reach of hope.

Carstars was about to respond, but the most intense cluster of enemy missiles was upon them. A handful of the missiles could be seen to freeze in space as tractor-beams locked onto them. More detonated before contact, struck by point-defense weapons and diligent laser cannon crews. But some got through.

The viewports to the outside went bright white, and the holotable in front of Casteban flickered off for a moment as the entire ship shuddered. Casteban thought he could feel the heat of it on his face, and wondered if it was radiation. Ships were designed to survive radiation. Hard radiation, emitted by stars. They were made of dense metals and had metallic, polarized windows.

But these were weapons, not natural stars. And they were here, exploding all around them.

Whatever dose the crew had taken, it was apparently not instantly lethal. At least, not on the bridge.

The holotable flickered back on. Data began to populate.

Carstars narrated as the information came in.

"We have damage to the hull, with breaches on decks five, seven, and ten. One squadron of fighters has been obliterated. The Reaver has been lost with all hands. The Ascension and Brightblade have serious damage across much of their spaceframe, but they retain combat capability. We have reports of some crew... melting..." He paused. That was a difficult detail.

"Droid crew are less affected. Your decision to use them so widely has probably saved our combat capability, my Lord.

No word yet on the Swift.

The Seeker is listing.

Wizard is... relatively unharmed.

All surviving ships that we have contact with retain weapons capability, even the Seeker with its mobility issues. Med teams are distributing medicines as fast as possible. Droid repair crews are hard at work."

Looking towards Carstars, Casteban could see that the man sported an apparent sunburn on his face. The Lord of House Mecetti suspected that he had a similar look.

They were surely dead men walking, now. The radiation would have fractured their DNA. Survival from this battle would only mean a terrible illness from cancer and a lingering painful death in weeks or months.

"Well, we've seen what they can do. Let's show them what we can do," Casteban declared.

"All ships, fire launchers at this vessel." He pointed at the Predator's blip on the holotable. "It poses the greatest risk to the Galactic Alliance fleet, with that superweapon missile system. If we can hurt her, perhaps even cripple her, it will dramatically increase the chances of a victory for our side."

Carstars passed on the order. Presently, all ships combined their efforts towards a single purpose: Take out the Predator.

Ninety-Six starfighters aligned themselves with the Predator, firing proton torpedoes.

Then the capital ships made their entry.

One-hundred and thirty-six assault concussion missiles spilled from the sides of the star destroyers. These were not the small concussion missiles of starfighter combat, but the large hull-cracking monsters of the Victory line. The missiles flared out, turning towards their target, and then streaked onwards with deadly speed. Distance had been closed even further since the enemy had launched their own shield-draining weapons, and now the flight time was briefer, giving less time for interdiction.

Between the torpedoes and the assault missiles, a total of two-hundred and thirty-two anti-capital warheads were poised to crash into the enemy ship.

But that was not all. The gun crews had not forgotten their earlier imperative to 'Fire at Will.' Turbolasers lanced between Mecetti's tiny dying fleet and Sularen's massive line. All of it was pointed right at the Predator.

"Let it be enough," Casteban prayed to Gods he did not believe in or know the names of, "let our lives buy something before we are snuffed out."

Clandestinely, he typed a message into the holo-table interface. 'Lady Arsec, do not let your story end, here. Believe me when I say I will see you in the Senate Chambers. There is enough blood on the border. Escape this place. Live.'

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TL;DR = Mecetti's fleet does its best to interdict the enemy missiles before taking their withering fire.
Mecetti's fleet suffers major damage.
They retaliate with a formidable missile and torpedo attack of their own, along with a turbolaser barrage, hoping to cause enough damage to the Predator to give the GA fleet an advantage in the upcoming exchange.
Casteban sends a text message to Lady Arsec.


Jurr Awaud Drego Ruus The Vulptex Mahsa Mahsa Shan Pavond | Zaiya Ceti | Casaline Ryiah | Jonyna Si | Cessair Ideon | Drego Ruus | Lady Pawla Arsec of Grindera Marlon Sularen Cessair Ideon

 

[Onrai]

Shan Pavond Mahsa Casaline Ryiah Raphael Gallustrade Zaiya Ceti

"Ah yes, coming out of nowhere."

Shadows at the corners of the room coalesced together into the enigmatic form of Onrai as she eyed the apprentices in question, for but a moment considering whether they would yet be a threat before her eyes locked on the very familiar face of a certain Jedi Padawan. "Oh, it's you. I'm guessing you and the rest of them are here to try and evacuate people off the array?" She said. If it was possible for her to have raised an eyebrow in curiosity, she would certainly have done so. For now, the best thing she could do was merely observe - there was no need to intervene, positively or negatively, unless circumstances radically restructured themselves.

After all, sometimes even the knowledge one was under one's watchful eye perhaps generated a feeling of doubt.

 

[Drego Ruus]

Tag: Aridius 'TK-1575'​

Stormtroopers

Drego always found an irony in the fact the Imps called themselves that.

They didn't know the meaning of the word.

Bursting out of the pod, Drego immediately engaged a bit of local 'security' by pumping fifteen baradium slugs into the chest of six of them, before charging a seventh, and doming his skull in with nothing more than his e-tool. If anything was the objective here, it wasn't destruction. It was putting the fear of Mandalorians into the Imperials once more. A blaster bolt pinged off his shoulder from a sniper, only for Drego to whip to the right, and unload another thermal detonator into the window where the sniper was hiding.

The sound of blaster bolts and slug pinging off his armor was, to the Warmaster, like sitting out and watching a thunderstorm go by. It was his natural habitat, and he relished in the feeling of it. A walking juggernaut pushing through hell.

Crimson raised his cannon, only to see a particular one throw a detonator into a building. "YOU FIRST." His robotic voice, amplified and dehumanized by the voice modulator, echoed in the streets as he turned his Heavy Cannon over to the Mandalorian. He pulled the trigger to initiate;

THWA-THWA-THWA-THWA-THWA!

As Drego turned a corner into an alley, he heard it. The sound of a blaster cannon whirring to life behind him. The sound of shots pinging off his Back Shield as he lobbed another grenade into a building confirmed it, and Drego spun around and as he did, loaded and fired a sticky HE shell at the man, before firing a grapple line at a nearby wall, violently pulling him diagonally towards the darktrooper, before he bounced off the wall with his jump boots, and slam fired five buckshot rounds at the blaster cannon wielding darktrooper.

It was only the beginning.

Drop pods kept coming. GADF dropships began buzzing down as Mandalorian shock troops began securing LZs.

"Su cuy'gar, alor Dreg. This is alor Jurr of Clan Awaud speaking. Sorry to be too late for the briefing. Care if I protect your shebs with my fleet and send some starfighters and dropship to join in the fun?"

The sound of Mandalorian bombers and fighters whizzed overhead, and the sound of explosives dropping on military targets, barracks, guard posts, AA sites, it filled the air.

The sight of a freighter crashing into a mountain and avalanching down on an Imperial Outpost only brought a smile to Drego's face. Minerva Fhirdiad had completed her objective in a thrilling fashion, and he couldn't be more happy.

 

[Lady Pawla Arsec of Grindera]

The Swift and her TIEs were way before her own fleet, as Lady Arsec got a bad feeling about this. Where were the skirmisher of the enemy? Were the long range fire. The giant Vader-fleet just sit there. Waiting.
Even as her fleet led valiantly the charge and got her back. They just waited. Should the sensor screen not be full of star fighters by now?

"It's a trap!", she whispered more to herself.
At the same moment the sensor officer screamed: "Captain, Sera, they just fired a huge barrage of missiles!"

"At this distance?", Captain Slavny's voice sounds irritated, further making Lady Arsec unsure. "They need two minutes to our fleet and even one minute to reach us."

The shield officer shouted: "Something is leaching our shields! 87 %! Dropping!"
The sensor officer added: "Radiation levels are peaking by the salvo! Nuclear weapons!

"Impossible!", Lady Arsec gasped. "That would be a hideous war crime! They wouldn't start this with an atomic strike, would they?"
All colour drained from her face.

"They would", the Captain said grimly. "They have no honor. Our fleet will die. We will die in the comfort that an outrage will rally our allies throughout the galaxy because of this cowardly war crime."

The order to lower the shields arrived and the personal message: 'Lady Arsec, do not let your story end, here. Believe me when I say I will see you in the Senate Chambers. There is enough blood on the border. Escape this place. Live.'

Fleeing? With the shame of being the cause of this catastrophe? Her name would be called in the same sentence as the mythical fool Jar Jar Binks who in his idiocy helped Emperor Palpatine to destroy the Old Republic!

Her thoughts raced. The radiation would kill them, even if they would take some of the missiles out. The TIEs would fight on, because they had no shields in the first place and the pilots were in radiation prove spacesuits.

Spacesuits ...
"ALL CREW INTO THE SPACESUITS! NOW!"

She stood from her command chair. "Aurek Leader! Take out these damned missiles as if they were enemy fighters. We come to your aid in a moment! Every missile down, means more of our comrades will survive!"

"Tsi, copy that! Tsi, engaging missiles."

The seconds felt like eternities. "Treat the missiles like point defense targets and begin targeting! Show the cowardly womp rats how our old ship type was retrofitted for dogfights!", she ordered as she put on her own spacesuit. Her bridge crew did the same in shifts. The endless drills were paying off.

The sensor officer said. "First contact by Aurek squadron. Two missiles down. Void! What a giant gamma blitz! This area of space would be hot for unprotected ships the next million years! Missiles now in proximity!"

"Point defense and Chaff locked and loaded!", the weapon stations said one by one.

"Reroute shield power to the engines!", the captain ordered, making the Swift even swifter.

Lady Arsec became her heroic dogfight against soulless machines of mass destruction.
Her crew and the valiant TIE-pilots took out one missile after the other like ordinary starships, creating a vast zone of radiation between the two fleets.

Of course, some missiles would make it through the frenzied firing screen of the Swift and her TIES and each one would bring death and destruction.
The young noble of House Mecetti would have to live with this burden.

But after a moment of suicidal desperation, she had decided to fight back, standing upright and give an example of Tapani leadership even in the face of nuclear warfare.

She tipped a personal message back to her Lord. A message that would be an obligatory lesson in school classes of her sector in ages to come:

"I am your shield, milord, when all shields fail! I am the lightfoil to stop the knives of the backstabbers! I am a Lady of House Mecetti and a young Green Dragon! They will fear my fiery breath!"

And her squadron flew into unparalleled glory, creating a vast zone of radiation. The war criminals had actually helped, bolstering the defenses with their own forbidden weapons.

The damage to the Mecetti fleet was severely diminished by the heroic acts of this tiny vanguard, too many to be listed.
All under her command fought like dragons, one pilot even rerouted all power to the engines and rammed a missile instead of letting it punch through the lines. He saved thousands this day.
And so did they all.

Lady Arsec saw the impact of the remaining missiles in her fleet, and every hit was a hit to her conscience. Sure, she had saved many, but not all.
Her anguish became hatred as she turned and looked at the cowards of the Vader-fleets in the distance.

This war was just a mean to get prestige for her till this moment, but now it was personal!
And if she must resurrect personally the dreaded Mecrosa order of assassins, they would pay!

Casteban Mecetti

 

[The Vulptex]

Tag: Vorik
Names: Lyra, Samantha, Alex, Beatrix​

With security no doubt occupied ferrying the important folk to panic rooms, or securing the more important areas of intel, perhaps it presented its own unique opportunity. Swiftly he made his way, booted steps against dark metal to scope out the place. Perhaps he could take someone else’s bounty - or secure one for himself, find a glimpse of what he was looking for.

Regardless, there was bound to be opportunity aplenty in these cold hallways. There would be no other reason the Shadow would call him here so compellingly.

With the security on high alert, it was actually easier to sneak in. Dispose of a few guards, take their armor, and walk in. Guards who had never had to do their job yet were always antsy, and quick and quiet strikes could take them out without worry. A fox never shows their secrets, or their true face. For now, they were in.

Wizard and Magician had already broken off and headed for their designated targets. One had gone looking for documents, anything they could find on the Citadel's mainframe. Hiding documents like that was much harder than hiding physical copies. The other, went to go find someone important. People were running around, but no one was really looking.

The other two, they had gone looking for something specific. A data-pad that would be within the confines of a sith's quarters. What they needed, what the SIA and GA needed, was intel on exactly what this New Sith Order had planned for Coruscant. It was the obvious target. Anyone with a brain could tell you that was the next target of the Imperials.

But it the sith would have targets, specific targets beyond just-

As the Vixen and the Eagle turned the corner, they spotted one. A Sith...

The Eagle, on instinct, threw down a smoke bomb. Damnit, now they were engaged.

Vixen, thinking quickly, drew her Blaster pistol and without the typical sound of a bolt firing, twin bolts silently firing out of the two barrels at the sith. It was on now.