30 Seconds to Contact [ORC Dominion of Saijo, Hex G-50]

[Dax Perl]

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The Nagai were a proud people. Hellbent on maintaining their honor, it had taken much to convince them to leave their homes and not commit ritual suicide as their culture demanded. In fact many had still chosen to stay. Sure, Saijo was a heavily defended world, with a warrior culture that made Dax shudder. Even so, the Sharukans would have the upperhand. Thick armor and long polearms, the Nagai and their thin electroweave and knives would stand little chance. They wouldn’t be able to pierce the armor, and Dax doubted enough of them would find a weak point in the Sharukan defense to drive a death-dealing blow. And if they did, the fallen opponent would be replaced by two more.

Dax hated running. But they had no choice here. It was fight and die, or leave to come back another day. There were too many civilians here to make a stand worthwhile.

The Sharukans had pierced the veil so suddenly, and so ferociously, the Coalition hadn’t even known what hit them. They’d struck Thral and Won Shasot first. The planet Dax called home. He was there when they bombed the planet from orbit. He was there to see the ashes drifting through the wind. He wasn’t sure how many of his people had made it off the planet when he’d called for an evacuation. The Shasoti barely had hyperspace travel, so he’d guess few. Those that hadn’t made it off-world, either dead or being kept under tight martial law. And soon the same would happen to Saijo. Hopefully the joint ORC/AiE listening post on Saijo’s moon would provide a long enough warning for them to all get to safety. Even as everyone boarded transports, Dax could feel the presence of the Sharukans out there in the void, approaching, an inevitable doom.

Objectives

1. Assist the people of Saijo and evacuate the planet.
2. Man the listening post and warn of any incoming threats.
3. Escort the evacuation ships.
4. BYOO

[member="Zark"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | @Veino

 

[Kiyron]

Saijo Listening Post
[member="Kyle Farnes"]


Kiyron clasped his fingers as he leaned against the displays. The durasteel fingers whizzed softly as the servos clenched them together. This was where he belonged, he had realized. On the hunt, tracking and sniping across the wild edge of the galaxy. It was a planet forgotten by the galaxy that he had grown up on, and it was these wild spaces that he belonged to. Solitude, quiet, and the steady risk of the chase.

Now, granted, this was certainly dull. He had been an SIS agent, and in essence, still was, but the Alliance was dead, leaving their extensive intelligence agency and network on the loose. Not that it made much of a difference. That was how they had operated beforehand. But he and a team had joined in with the listening post as soon as word spread about the Sharukan assault on the earlier worlds.

This moon was likely their next target and they needed to be prepared for that. The analysts were crunching the data while Kiyron had synced his body's in-built computer to the data and crunched it himself. He wasn't an analyst though. If there was something the computer couldn't catch, neither would he. It was the extra data power that they needed more than anything else and he was contributing.

When the time came, he had his own skills to utilize, and a clan that stood alongside him. Mandalorians dedicated to protecting people in the wilds of the rim. This war had brought them all together again, from their wanderings and own jobs.

This, a helpless fight against technologically superior enemies, was he had formed the clan. And today, they would prove their mettle.

 

[Kyle Farnes]

Kyle had gotten the call from the Alliance that Saijo needed some help. And that was when he called up [member="Cinara Vencu"] and went to pick her up. Breaking in the new Pursuer Patrol craft was going to be very useful for this. He loved his YT-1300, the one he was letting Cin use more often than not, but the MandalMotors ship was a tough one. And that would allow them to fight back while the escape craft kept moving.

“So, you ready?” He asked, more out of a sense of letting her know they were coming into the space around Saijo, rather than her actually being ready or not. The Mandalorian pulled his ship into real space and pulled the shields to full. The Sharukan were already here and the Pursuer’s SLAM engine lit up as Kyle pushed his ship forward faster.

“Kiyron said he was out here, can you check see where he’s at?” He turned back to where he was heading, seeing larger Outer Rim vessels and a few Alliance Star Defenders in low orbit. “Coalition Command, this is Deacon, here to assist. We’ll stay as a screen for now, but working to see where we can be useful.” The vessel was moving quickly into the gravity well, and he gave a glance over to Cin, glad she was able to come along.

Number 4: Stopping anyone from Looting/ransacking

[member="Kiyron"]
[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Samara Raine]

Location: Inbound to Saijo system
Objective: 4
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Cinara couldn't help but smirk when [member="Kyle Farnes"] asked if she was ready just before the flyboy reverted the Deacon to real space near Saijo.

"Of course I'm ready, cyar'ika, 'cause I know fun times are ahead for us... one way or the other," the sandy blonde quipped from the gunner's chair on the small bridge of the Pursuer-class enforcement ship he was flying nowadays.

It was true. Whenever the two Mandalorian exiles either worked or played together, they enjoyed each others company as well as any distant companions could. The grease monkey knew she had Kyle's heartfelt attention or was that devotion because he had been letting Cin use his beloved YT-1300 light freighter for her mechanic business she ran out of Kal'Shebbol to the Kathol sector and beyond. Now that was saying something, though she was still cautious. Earning Cinara's full trust was a hard thing to achieve given her history. Kyle was gaining it slowly but surely so far.

"Keep your britches on just a second, handsome.... I'll find the ner vod," she said swiveling the chair around so her fingers could fly across a keyboard at the data station. All the Tabalhar clansmen had encrypted locators. It only took a couple of moments and there was a ping.

"Well wouldn't ya know, [member="Kiyron"] is on Saijo's moon, Isn't that where there's a listening outpost for the sector? I bet the ol' Ranger is probably liking the solitude... or rather was."

[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: 3
Location: Jabiim -> Saijo
Allies: ORC
Enemies: Shakurans

"Distress call incoming" the communications officer blared.

"Patch it through"

"Saijo is under attack! We need reinforcements to hold the line while we evacuate!" the Nagai liaison officer shouted, screamed even.

Therapy Command was stretched thin: between Thral and Won Shasot, they were busy mostly in ORC space, with very limited medvac resources to spare on Jabiim. Why was it that I personally went to Jabiim? Was there enough fight left to buy the Nagai enough time to get to safety? Hopefully we may be able to dent the enemy fleet, Cathul bemoaned, while being en route to Saijo through hyperspace, after a rather underwhelming medvac operation. Hopefully the remaining units in ORC space would be able to form up with them and simply hold the line - the objective here wasn't to defeat them at this point. That time would come later. But ELINT ships were important to the success of this operation, and, by extension, the listening post, since she knew that recognition of energy signatures was crucial, vital even, especially if they tried to cloak in combat. If only the Nagai actually sent her the known intel on the enemy's positions - no, wait, the situation could change while they are underway. That was just the beginning for them, and the evacuation was in their early stages: they needed to make their junction to the medvac units already deployed.

 

[Atlas Drake]

"Please! Remain calm!" he could barely hear himself now over the roar of the crowd. Saijo was rife with panic, "Head for the transport sites!"

Captain Atlas Drake of the KRV Utopia shoved his way as politely as he could manage through a throng of desperate Tof, struggling against the tide of bodies that threatened to bowl him over and trample him. His expedition had been in the nearby Manpha system reopening diplomatic contact with the Shawda Ubb when they had received word of attacks on worlds all throughout the Outer Rim. On their way to assist, his communications pit had intercepted a distress call from meant for all Search and Rescue in the area. Saijo was falling. Every day in the Kathol Navy was an adventure, but this one was starting to feel apocalyptic.

"Captain Drake!" Lieutenant Zul, his hulking Jarell security officer, forced a gap effortlessly in the frantic stampede.

"Report!"

"First wave of transports land, crisis team with them," the lieutenant's voice sounded like granite, his species had difficulties mastering Basic so each word was enunciated slowly and carefully, "Not all settlements want to go, some say many refusing the call. Want to stay and fight."

"Okay..." Atlas trailed off, his mind racing while he glanced at the chaos all around them, finally able to stop and think with Zul's steadfast form serving as a buffer from the flood of refugees, "Okay. You stay here and keep an eye on our birds, I'll see if I can find anyone left in charge. There are Judges here too, I think I saw one back at the last checkpoint. Send a junior officer to link up with one of them and let em know we're here!"

"Sir-" before Zul could say another word, his commanding officer had vanished back into a seemingly endless crowd and out of sight.

[member="Kiyron"] | [member="Kyle Farnes"] | [member="Cinara Vencu"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"]​

 

[Elaine Thul]

Objective: 1

Elaine Thul, and her forces where here to assit in the evacuation of Saijo. She space on Elysian for them, and hopefully they could integrate, with her people. Their job was to make it orderly, and to do this, they had to keep the Sharukans at bay, so ships could be loaded, and the population evacuated. She had Thul Infantry and Thul Pioneers making a barricades, and other improvised fortifications, even controlled demolitions of buildings. So to block and control movement, as well deployment of Proximity Mines, to try and keep them from over running positions, the work was arduous, but they new what to do. The Thul Scouts where scouting around, looking for place to make cross fires, and other kill zones, as well place to retreat to, as the enemy would be relentless in there attack.

Elaine herself was near spaceport, with her Housecarls trying over see everything, making sure thing went as smoothly as possible, though it was about as smooth as her spotty skin she had as teenager. She had other troops near her more infantry, as well her Artillery Batteries screening the air as well the further reaches of the battlefield to be. She was nervous, she seen at first hand these merciless creatures, and it worried her, as if they got into civilian areas, force only new what they would do.

As she toured the encampment, she saw ships land and take off as quickly as they could be loaded. She hoped she could buy enough time. She would know soon enough.....

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Elaine Thul"]
Enemies: Shakurans

Saijo, one of the major Nagai worlds: it was time for them to evacuate in the face of a Shakuran offensive that caused extensive damage to Thral and Won Shasot. It was time for her to act on overwatch to hit those pesky Shakurans threatening the Nagai, about whom she heard from Griet, and her book on Neural Storm contained numerous references to a historical Nagai figure codenamed "The Telepath". Unfortunately, since it was the high tax season on Akarui and in Talz-land, Griet couldn't come here even though Griet knew more about this place than Janick did. And Griet was so busy as a result of the high tax season that Janick had no opportunity to download what Griet knew about that place. Because of this, she would be taking up a position on the rooftops of one of the cities, standing by to move if her position was likely to be compromised. It didn't matter to her which method was in use, both Force-based and sniper rifle, could compromise her position if she remained in place for too long. She preferred Force-based methods such as the bolts of hatred, since said bolts could fly in various directions, and fly past obstacles, much as was the case in bolts of fire or ice when pyro/cryo was in use. Speaking of hatred, she was able to channel the ambient hatred to form a payload that would hit the next Shakuran patrol like a truck speeder as soon as the patrol would cause trouble to the Nagai.

 

[Dax Perl]

They say, in space, no one can hear you scream. If only whoever had started that saying had met the Sharukans. From the void, their vessels screamed out of hyperspace, a thunderous cacophony of battleships, frigates and other craft announcing their arrival to the doomed planet. Although they were outside the listening post's line of sight, there was no doubt that their arrival would be picked up by the moon station, as various battle prepations could be heard filling the comms across multiple frequencies. Compared to the ORC however, their communications were far less chaotic. Crisp, clear, even if one didn't speak the Sharukan language, they would know the clear enunciation and precision of whatever was being said. To say the battlegroup that had come to Saijo was a beast would be a misnomer. They were a finely tuned machine.

Planetside, Dax was trying to deal with the headache that was organizing an evacuation. Thank the Force for Brill. The woman, only a year or two his senior, was of sharp mind, and had a special knack for both logistics and politics. "Try to bring down the Cassiopeia to help out these shuttles. I have a feeling we're gonna need the extra space she has, there aren't enough shuttles for all these people," she ordered one of the ORC naval officers. The man jogged off to another comms officer and began to relay his orders. The woman sighed and looked up at her superior, "This is gonna be tight sir...I don't know-" Her words suddenly cut-off as her eyes grew wide. Dax's jaw clenched tightly, muscle and tendon straining themselves beneath his skin, "Something's wrong."

[member="Kiyron"] | [member="Kyle Farnes"] | [member="Cinara Vencu"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Atlas Drake"] | [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Janick Beauchamp"]

 

[Elaine Thul]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"]
Enemy: Time time is up
post: 2

They come hyperspace, force only new where they come from, but now it was crunch time. The first thing she got was a comms link, There here the feths are here, get ready. She did not like swearing, but she had gotten use to though she still frowned. A second comms came out from one her officers, Please remember the Duchess Elaine Thul is listening, please keep it polite. All personal to there stations. Then everyone bang rushing around, everyone getting to station, as if there lives depended on it, and it did. Cards where flying everywhere, half eaten rations lying about, and drinks have been knocked over in the rush to get into postion.

Soon the artillery was aiming to shoot down dropships, and AA Missiles where ready. She knew no one land on her postion directly, as that would be suicide. While the Howlers where getting ready to launch a deadly barrage, as soon as they had firing coordinates. She headed to command tent, and waited watching the battle map, ready for when the drop ship landed. She was nervous, so was her command team. She then gave her first order, Hold all transports, until we told it save to launch. Also keep personal off them, as they be prime target for any strafing run. Just find them somewhere keep there heads down, until it safe, or no other option but evacuate. She had to do this, as they would try some runs across the base, before they decide it unsafe, until then they where safer off them. Though would they see it like that, then commanders started giving orders to get people off the ships, into bunkers, and other shelters, or what ever they could find. While this was going on her housecarls, where outside the tent surrounding it.

 

[Kyle Farnes]

Kyle was going to have to rename his ship. Maybe from Deacon to something like Dragoon. That way when someone was coming after the SIS agent? Well, they wouldn’t get a facefull of a Mandalorian couple. And that wouldn’t go well for anyone, Imperial, pirate, whoever. That was probably going to be a useful thing for the SIS too. If someone was looking for Mandos, expecting a Mando fight and getting SIS? Well… That wouldn’t go well either.

The Mando pilot looked over at his companion with a smirk. The pair were always doing their best to keep in the fight and today it seemed they got here just early enough. “Yeah yeah…” He laughed and shook his head as he pushed the ship forward. The woman was trusted with his YT-1300, so he knew he could trust her with the Pursuer as well. But right now, he needed to find where they were necessary.

“So he is here. Good.” Tapping on the screen in front of him and changed the frequency. “Kiyron, hows it going out there? Where you need a pair of Mandos?” The man laughed as he slowed the ship down to power up weapons. Where there were Mandos and the ORC fleet, trouble wasn’t far behind.

[member="Atlas Drake"]
[member="Elaine Thul"]
[member="Dax Fyre"]
[member="Janick Beauchamp"]
[member="Cathul Thuku"]
[member="Kiyron"]
[member="Cinara Vencu"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: 3
Location: Saijo
Allies: ORC [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Atlas Drake"]
Enemies: Shakurans

"Load all squadrons with heavy ion bombs! Have interdictors target the main ships in their formation!"

"We have arrived over Saijo, admiral"

"All batteries, fire at the closest escorts!"

If the enemy was arrayed in orderly formations with escorts on the outside of their main capital ships, then it was natural to have heavy ion/incendiary bombs, which were present to the tune of two per craft, dropped and gravity-guided towards the biggest one, and hopefully overheat the enemy shield generators so that, once the two bombs were exhausted, regular heavy proton bombs would prove damaging to the enemy and, hopefully, buffet them under covering fire as well. Plus, as was the case on Skor, the main enemy ships may as well find themselves unable to move while the interdiction fields were active. In addition, if, on the first volley, escorts were damaged enough to propel high-speed debris... but they had one volley before the ships in the enemy blockade would notice them and start firing back. On top of that, each enemy ship firing at Therapy Command was one less ship firing at refugee transports. Plus the medvac units began looking for the Nagai that got injured trying to get to other means of evacuation placed at the disposal of the Nagai by the ORC, including but not limited to, the two Oxens.

 

[Atlas Drake]

"This is our home. We will stay and fight."

The Nagai were a proud martial culture. Atlas should have known that asking for an elder or politician wouldn't get him anywhere, but when he had finally asked for a commander of the local defenses it had not taken him long to come face to face with a grim looking brute of an alien in fearsome and exotic looking warplate. Held effortlessly aloft in one hand was a ceremonially adorned but no doubt fully functional force pike. One glance at his unprotected Kathol Navy uniform told him that commander was not impressed, and when he had been introduced as a diplomat the Nagai had lost almost all interest entirely.

"Sir, with respect-" the commander's honor guard responded aggressively when he moved to follow, but their leader waved them away with a signal that meant he had one last chance to make a compelling case, "No one doubts that your people could put up one hell of a fight, maybe bring the Sharukan's entire invasion to a halt. But then what? You have no fleet, sir, and should you lose control of the skies the best you can hope for is to provoke a stalemate. Many will die in this battle, many more in the siege that comes after."

"So we are to run away like Coalition cowards? Abandon our home based on empty promises of retaliation? If you can't stop these invaders, perhaps we should seek an alliance with ones who can."

"The First Order?" Atlas narrowed his eyes, "Sure, maybe they could help. But at what cost? Certainly your independence."

There was a flash of emotion in the Nagai commander's eyes, one that Captain Drake believed he recognized. For the first time, uncertainty. Doubt.

"We will not run," the Saijo native shook his head, as if trying to banish the thought.

"Any other place, on any other day," he pressed, "I'd have a whole battalion of Kathol Marines deployed and ready to fight alongside you. The Western Reaches are lost, they shouldn't have caught us off guard like this but they did. If you stay here you'll be cut off or worse, and we're gonna need every good soldier we can get for the war to come. Don't fight them on their terms."

The Nagai hesitated, then opened his mouth to reply. He was cut off by the sound of explosions in the distance. Closer by, artillery cannons opened up to repel a Sharukan vanguard. Atlas grimaced, they had even less time than he thought. Drawing his service blaster from its rarely used thigh holster, Atlas now had to really shout to be heard.

"The sky is falling, sir. What's it gonna be?"

[member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Kyle Farnes"] | [member="Kiyron"] | [member="Cinara Vencu"] | [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"]​

 

[Kimiko Taiyou]

Location: En-route to Saijo
Objective: 4; Buy the evacuation time
Allies: ORC, [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Kiyron"], [member="Kyle Farnes"], [member="Cinara Vencu"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Atlas Drake"], [member="Janick Beauchamp"]
Enemies: Shakurans

Breath...you got this...she trusted YOU to do this, to fill this position...against the desires of her own people...and now here you are. Trial by fire it shall be...

Chika took a deep breath and scanned the various readouts on her command console. Everything was fine for the moment and she wondered how long that would last once in action. The newly appointed, royally appointed at that, Fleet Admiral looked over the bridge of the Cyaron and viewed the mixed crew in the new, blue/grey working utilities. She internally chuckled at the Akarans, whose uniforms accommodated their specific features as they mixed with the other various crew in their tasks. She herself sat in a lighter grey version of the same uniform, with her rank on the epaullette shining bright.

Another breath, this time to calm her nerves.

This was to be Kimiko's first action alongside ORC to show support for them in the current war. Even though a majority had voiced reluctance in deploying the newly formed branches against an outside foe without formal practice. And Chika was the one leading it.

The navigation officer voiced their near arrival for the Saijo system and relayed current locations of friendly and enemy forces. Comms followed closely, one of the actual Akarans, who read off an obviously rehearsed Situation Report of the evacuation and what was currently happening. Chika looked at the details, seeing the Lily White was twenty-five seconds behind. Perfect.

She stood, dramatically, drawing all eyes to her,"Today will be a test for us all. The training you have received will be your fallback when times get tough, and you should absolutely do so when the need arises. But, as your commander, I tell you this: not all of us will be returning home after this battle, our foes are strong and have the desire to conquer our space. But we will fight them nonetheless, for if they succeed here, who knows how long it will take them to reach Akarui, our home. So today we will fight, and this will be the first the Galaxy shall see of us doing so, and we will not disappoint! For the Queen!"

The bridge erupted in a mix of cheers and howls before Chika began barking her orders,"All hands, battle stations! Prepare the Marines and Sentinels to drop planet side as we pass Saijo for defensive operations. Deploy the Tantos and fighters as soon we drop out of hyperspace. I want shields up and weapons ready ASAP. Let's get to work people!"

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Kyle Farnes"] [member="Cinara Vencu"]
Enemies: Shakurans

Hitting a patrol with a bolt of hatred like a fragmentation missile killed the poor Shakurans caught within the blast of the resulting radiant sphere the first time it was cast, but she found out on Binaros that the payload was the dilemma: sucking out the hatred of where she stood to cast bolts of hatred made the payload for future casting less potent with each spell being cast. Unless bystanders could develop additional hatred from whatever source, but she started hating the limitations of the payload's source and the need to move around to replenish it, and hopefully lure enemies in booby-traps at the same time. With heavier units now in position around the spaceport, Janick could try to lure enemy combatants near it, even though they'd rather be herding Nagais in the streets. But to herd the enemy, she needed to be cutting off their rears so that they would be forced to move, while herself remaining unseen and not staying at any one place for long. And, of course, she needed to be mindful of her energy reserves; if and when they were exhausted, she needed to switch to the sniper rifle to perform a somewhat simular duty.

 

[Jak Skirata]

Objective: 3 - Escort the evacuation ships.

Judges, at least to his knowledge, typically stayed out of the big moving events of the Galaxy at large. Most were content to help protect and serve their small corner of the Outer Rim, other like himself wandered wherever the next meal took him. But the Sharukan were a different beast entirely. Seemingly extra-galactic yet familiar at the same time these warriors had struck the Coalition hard and they only kept moving. They were a all hands on deck kind of threat. While not every Judge had moved when the unusual message had went out, Davin was used to answering rallying calls.

He was Mandalorian, though many saw it best not to call him that any longer, and the Coalition was his home. Every empty desert wasteland, every junk ridden shadow port, and all the little farming settlements were part of his family now. Even the tall droid sitting across from him.

The Tal Ka'ra drifted slowly alongside a Alor-class dreadnought. The Ketyadyr had acted as a sort of Mandalorian Ark after the Excision and while its original captain and his brother, Gilamar Skirata, had long since returned to Mandalorian space the ship itself had stayed behind in Coalition space along with the flotilla of ships that had served Clan Skirata and some of its allies. Now the ship and its accompanying fleet worked closely with different Coalition worlds and acted as an easy place to trade information, procure exotic Mandalorian goods, post bounties, and find honest work living among the stars. Now the massive dreadnought was helping evacuate another world under threat.

Davin leaned back in his chair and stretched his tired limbs. Running back and forth between the planet and the dreadnought as the Nagai slowly and begrudgingly made their way from their home. All he could do was hope things worked out in the end.

 

[Kiyron]

[member="Kyle Farnes"] [member="Cinara Vencu"]

"Roger, Kyle, I read you," Kiyron replied, sifting through the data. Alarms blared suddenly as the listening team jumped to attention.

"Sharukan readings!" One called. "Battlegroup strength perhaps!" Kiyron spun around and looked at the data, unplugging himself from the computer. He stared at the screen as the comm channels lit up. He cocked his head, listening. The language was one he couldn't speak, but it was curt and orderly. Military, actually. ALmost nearly every channel he was detecting.

In that next moment, alarms echoed across the Coalition channels as the Sharukan launched their next blitz assault. "We could use you everywhere. Sharukan inbound across the sector."

He grabbed his rifle from the table next to him and slung it across his shoulder, taking off the safety and nodding to the others. Two rose from their seats and buckled on body armor and weapons while the others frantically adjusted their computers.

"Get that translation protocol going," Kiyron called, sealing his helmet.

"Kyle, see what you can do from space. I can't get to the theater. Will try and run translation and intercept from here. Relaying info to command."

 

[Kyle Farnes]

He looked over at his copilot and … well whatever they were with a grin. She was great to have around for more reasons than her combat prowess. But the pair here had a very specific job to do. Get paid and keep the fight away from civilians. It was why they had the Pursuer, and not the YT here. And that was when the alarms came through and to his ship too. Not quite warning klaxons, but the warnings of new contacts.

“Seeing bogeys all over!” He called, half to Cin and half to Kiyron, if the channel was still going through. That was when he heard the other Mando state that they could use them anywhere. “Right… right. Cin, check the weapons systems, make sure we’re all up and ready.”

He turned back to the visual scans and radar, pushing the Pursuer to come about, they changed gears and were moving towards the fight. “Roger, Kiyron. Outer Rim Command, This is Dragoonceanoonean. We’re combat ready and able. Have any corridors we need to clear and open?”

[member="Kiyron"]
[member="Janick Beauchamp"]
[member="Atlas Drake"]
[member="Cinara Vencu"]
[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Escort the evacuation ships
Allies: [member="Kimiko"] [member="Atlas Drake"] [member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Dax Fyre"]
Enemies: Shakurans

"Bombs away!" the lead pilot acknowledged while the ion bombs were dropped like unguided missiles, before returning to ship for rearmament.

"Allied reinforcements inbound!" the sensor technician signaled when there were two separate groups of reinforcements arriving in-system.

"Open a channel to our friendly reinforcements!"

"Channel open" the communications officer acknowledged, a few seconds after their arrival.

"We must tie up the enemy in as many directions as we can! Right now, they are focusing fire - and shields - on me"

A Mando dreadnought and, to a lesser extent, the Cyaron, were welcome sights in this engagement that seemed, at this stage, to fail to kill any of the enemy escorts, then again, it was a little early. However, some of the enemy's outermost escorts were taking hull damage, with debris buffeting the enemy capital ships' shielding. And yet, the incendiaries, combined to the ion payload in the bombs being dropped, caused the enemy shields to come dangerously close to failure. No firepower kills, no mobility kills scored just yet, but the impact of the enemy volley not only rocked her flagship, it also caused the shields to drain. Even though shields were being drained all over the fleet, there was no reason to panic, but here it was about the enemy attempting to cause Therapy Command break formation more so than any other aim at this point. Hopefully our reinforcements will be able to cover other areas and catch the enemy into a pincer, while they are focusing on me, just like Skor has been, Cathul thought, while issuing what was her line by now, repeat.

"All batteries, repeat! All squadrons, reload heavy proton bombs!"

"Roger, roger" the lead gunner acknowledged.

If the first volley was unable to score any catastrophic kills, perhaps a second volley of withering turbolaser, HVC fire and so on, so forth would be able to kill some escorts. Even when they are laying down some fire to cover for the fighters returning to ship for rearmament. Here, even if they couldn't cause enemy ships to be destroyed, a firepower kill is better than nothing: each F-kill scored in orbit represented a glimmer of hope for the Nagai down below, since it meant one less weapon able to hurt them. More so than just a M-kill, or mobility kill, which left an immobile hulk floating, but didn't impair its offensive ability. Not on its own anyway: sometimes there are those M-kills that can kill a few hardpoints around the engines. As was expected of fighters carrying only two bombs returning to ship, the enemy gave chase to them, believing they were retreating, and, by returning to ship, they would hopefully lead the enemy fighters into overlapping point-defense fields of fire, as well as scoring some kills. What was for certain was that some of them will return to hound the surviving fighters once the allied fighters were done being rearmed.

 

[Elaine Thul]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Dax Fyre"]

They came down as expected straight on top of them, as a wave. As they came into near space her, guns opened up and started blasting at them, the issue was if they hit, they had falling scrap metal coming down on them, and if they did not they had ship firing at them, this was lose either way. So atleast knocking them out of the sky hurt both, so maintained the barrage. As they got closer the SAM batteries fired, knocking out more of them. Some wreckage began to land killing her men, and destroying ships. As the wave passed over them, there troops transport had started to landed, and the first reports came in.
Contact area four
​Enemy engaged area two
They moving into area three
Sector one has taking it too them

They where surrounded, she turned to command staff Give each sector commander, a firing solution with howlers. Also get the civilians, back on to any undamage transport, and see what we can repair with the rest. He nodded and civilian, came out there hidey holes, and saw the wreckages. Some of transport where ablaze, and pioneers, where trying to put it out. As first one was loaded, it set off, and had cover as began it journey to the escorts. They would need more transports, and she knew not all could be evacuated. She turned to her commander, Get all able body men, and give them a carbine, woman children first. Then everyone else has to fight, until more transports can get here. Soon civilains where being given Carbines, and given a station, much to there disgust, and they where scared, but what choice did she have.