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

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Escort the evacuation ships
Allies: [member="Mishel Kryze"] [member="Atlas Drake"] [member="Token Waters"]
Enemies: Shakurans

"Incoming transmissions: the Utopia is hailing us"

"Patch it through"

"We've got noncombatants on board, refugees from the surface. If you can provide the escorts, the Utopia will transfer our passengers to you and try to lead them away from the planet. Hopefully we can keep them occupied for long enough..." Atlas told her over comms.

The volume of fire having dwindled, at least in their corner of the battlefield, it was time to render assistance; Cathul just couldn't stand around while others were bleeding. That sort of stuff was the very reason why Therapy Command even had medvac units: while the triage units were full of Nagai from the surface, she had no choice but to help: they came from the same batch of civilians they were to hold the line for. With the volume of fire having dwindled, there were less "new" damage being caused on her, but still some. They may have hit some living quarters but since battle stations were in effect, they were empty. Hopefully some outside assistance will come, some other Jedi perhaps, she sighed, while the status of the medical units was growing ever more precarious. And then came the timely arrival of the Praxeum, even in limited amounts: and yet, in these circumstances, while the available medvac units were on the move to collect the refugees from the Utopia, any support from friendly parties for the purposes of evacuation was well-appreciated.

"Another transmission from friendlies"

"Coalition, this is the Princess Leia on behalf of the Con- erm, Praxeum" Mishel greeted over comms, as well.

"We're going to need every scrap of aid we can get, Princess Leia" the chief medical officer replied, before leaving to tend to a patient.

"Tractor in those mobility-killed enemy hulks, have them aligned on their largest ships in the area around the Utopia, and then reverse polarity!"

After the hangar bays were done rearming the fighters, they out for a third bombing run with ion bombs, with priority targets being the weapons hardpoints as well as the engines. In the meantime, while Therapy Command held their position, she knew the battle around the Utopia didn't go so well. With a few of those ships in which holes were punched where the engines and also, to a lesser extent, weapons, were, the tractoring process began in earnest, in hopes that not only those Shakuran hulks would be destroyed, but also their targets would incur some firepower kills or, if they hit their aft section, potentially mobility kills as well. The hard part was, well, positioning so that they would actually be hitting the enemy heavy cruisers or some other large capital ships they have on hand. But once that was done, the hulks were flung towards the enemy capital ships and they were set on a collision course. Worst-case scenario, the hulks would be caught in the crossfire and fly in flaming bits, with perhaps some of them penetrating a hardpoint or an engine. And then the ion bombs would be a lot easier to drop.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Cinara Vencu"] [member="Kyle Farnes"]
Enemies: Shakurans

The comms crackled with life. "Beauchamp, this is Apex, we're pinned down 300 meters due east! We could use a hand!"

"I'm on my way"

Except that in these 300 meters between her and the fireteam Dax dispatched to extract her, there were Shakuran troopers herding the very Nagai she was there to cover for their retreat. With her energy having recharged somewhat, she feels the need to concentrate her anger of being forced to compromise her position on the enemies' weapons, so that a well-placed chain lightning could disarm the whole lot of them by causing their weapons to overheat and overload. Once the chain lightning was let loose, their own guns' ammunition reserves began to explode upon contact with the purple arc of high-tension electricity, causing their guns to explode as well. And the Shakuran captors are getting their own guns to explode in their faces, with some of them getting shards in their heads that started bleeding more or less profusely. But that scene began to destabilize the column of chained Nagai since some of the plasma also caused the chains to melt. So soon she may have a chance of closing in the position of the fireteam, while Shakurans began to move to engage her.

 

[Kalen Genet]

"Alright, just gotta come out in orbit, drop down, and deliver the power cells," Kalen was muttering to himself. The EFR-4100 was a better-working ship than his last freighter, although he'd had enough problems with it that he'd developed a few odd practices when it came to flying. One of them being saying everything he was doing or going to do out loud in the hopes that it would prevent the ship from experiencing any of the inexplicable malfunctions that normally happened whenever Kalen was flying.

If only his droid could fly better.

Thinking of the droid, the K1 unit beeped at him a few times. "Nah, I don't think we need to warm up the laser cannons," he replied. "This is old GA space, and the ORC is right next door. I doubt we'll run into anybody who wants to take our head off, and even if the First Order is there, we can just hop a few systems over and be in safe territory." The droid buzzed some unsuredly at him, but it followed what he said. Kalen then reached up, flipped a switch, and the ship dropped out of hyperspace...

...Into what appeared to be turning into a warzone. "K1, are you seeing this too?" he asked incredulously, and the droid squealed loudly in alarm. "Warm up the laser cannons!" He couldn't recognize the make of a bunch of the ships that were doing the fighting, but if he had to make a choice, he'd throw in his lot with the ORC or old Alliance vessels he could recognize.

Coincidentally, one of the ships he couldn't recognize had locked onto him. Some sort of small interceptor or snubfighter, he had to guess. He grabbed the yoke, throwing his ship into a tight roll; some laser fire splashed against his shields, although it didn't have much of an effect. "You have a lock on that thing?" K1 didn't reply; the shudder of cannon fire lancing out through space did instead. Sensors quickly registered an explosion as the small ship blew.

Kalen didn't take any time to rest, though; they were still stuck out in the open. He took the ship out of the roll, and quickly turned it on a course towards the planet. "K1, open us up a comm line with some authority on the planet," he growled. The droid quickly turned attention away from the weapons, trying to get to an open comm line; after a few moments it managed to, burbling an affirmative at Kalen.

"Alright; this is Avram Mesenshuk, captain of the..." he glanced at the transponder code of the ship. It would take way too long and he needed to give it a name anyways. K1 noticed the trouble he was having coming up with one, and the viewscreen in front of him quickly popped up with a few suggestions, one of which was highlighted as the droid's clear preference. He muted his mic for a moment. "By the Manda, K1, that's too long," he grumbled. "Mistake Not My Current State Of Joshing Gentle Peevishness For The Awesome And Terrible Majesty Of The Towering Seas Of Ire That Are Themselves The Mere Milquetoast Shallows Fringing My Vast Oceans Of Wrath? What in the heavens have you been reading lately?"

He glanced over the others, before sighing and unmuting the microphone. "Uh, sorry about that, we had a small malfunction. This is Avram Mesenshuk, captain of the...Transient Atmospheric Phenomenon. It looks like you're trying to make an escape here. I can touchdown on the planet in a couple minutes, and I've got a ship with a lot of space. Might manage to cut down on the evacuation time if a bunch of people pile into it, but it's not much of an escort vessel. Anywhere you want me to land?"

[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Elaine Thul]

Objective: 1
Allies: ORC

The last transport took off, it was time to take the offensive to them. The whistle went off, this was the single for the attack to commence. The artillery began heavy bombardment of the enemy rear lines, reapers then began to pop up, to spit hellfire in to front lines. As this suppression fire was happening, thul infantry moved forward, as best they could under cover. They have reaper fire above them, as they crawled through the wreckage. The scouts began move into sniper positions, so they cut them down as they took cover. The where now hunkering down, they where being prepared for the charge.

The infantry then moved into final postion, they pointed there guns up, and then launched frag and crowd control grenades into the enemy lines. As they did the reapers fell silent, and then large bangs happened smoke in the air, and they charged in. They fired there blasters all the way, this kept them pinned down, as they moved forward. The snipers weakend there numbers, as they showed themselves. Then it was time for the close quarter action, they about be treated to cold steel. She began to move to the front herself, she was reinforced with forty housecarls, the others sections had twenty each. This was now the counter attack.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

"You heard'em, Lav. This is the Princess Leia to Qi'ra, we're inbound to your location," Mishel informed the Qi'ra's crew over comms as the Princess Leia took out another set of Sharukan fighters. Whisps of light bursts forward from the ship's gun barrels. "We're pickin' up your transports, hang tight."

The Corellian vessel wove through the battlefied making its way toward the the Alliance vessels. If Mishel were being honest they hadn't been ones she had seen before, but her focus now was on keeping the Sharukans off of the evac ships. "Don't worry Therapy Command, we're on it." She acknowledged and had to double check that a moment. Memories of Therapy Command fighting the First Order came flooding back. What the Judge said was right, the battle was nearly through and the evacuation was almost done. The Jedi hung on to the console as Lav rolled the Princess Leia right, she could see the Qi'ra and its party within visual range now. Once more the Princess Leia let loose a cacphony of fire power taking out some of the Sharukans before attracting more attention herself.

[member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"]

 

[Eliza Steele]

Objectie 1- Evacuation
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The Corellian Dawn came down through Saijo's atmosphere with a determined purpose after reverting from hyperspace. There were so many distress calls planet side for evacuation, and too few ships it seemed. Well, perhaps the smuggling vessel could help out with that as the Dawn's cargo bays just happened to be empty at this moment as they were in between runs.

Captain Steele brought her ship out of its decent and swooped it to the North towards the capital of the fortress world, accelerating, then flew the YT-1930 at a straight run to the docking bay at the starport ignoring what else was going on around them. The petite smuggler had a planned out argument on the tip of her tongue for the controller, but no call came out of them at all as mass confusion and hysteria held the world at bay.

A crowd swarmed about the gates as the light freighter sat down on its landing struts - civilians suddenly realizing the fact of their impending doom at the hands of the Shakurans and desperate to find an escape.

Eliza gave a knowing nod to her Wookiee copilot as they exited the cockpit, then the two smugglers hurried down the circular starboard corridor towards the external hatch door and cargo hold. "Okay ol' buddy, you load the ship. Pack them in as tight as you safely can in the two cargo bays." she instructed just before smacking the wall panel on the interior hull to lower the boarding ramp.

Many more people had swarmed the docking gates and every now and then the sound of an explosion or blaster fire echoed through the buzzing air. Eliza had figured that if they loaded every available ship to capacity, they might be able to get the bulk of the city's residents out of harm's way... But when booted feet lead her down the ramp and brown eyes saw the magnitude of the chaos and panic, the Corellisi doubted they would ever come close to accomplishing that.

"What in the nine Corellian hells?!"

From a bay not far away a small shuttle blasted off, and watching it streak skyward Steele and her partner were horrified to see people hanging on to its landing legs. One after another fell, shrieking and plummeting to their deaths. Desperation was a two-edged sword. Sometimes it saved you, other times it was your undoing.

The diminutive woman, who carried a big blaster and knew how to use it, pulled the DL-44 from the holster slung off her shapely hip and shot it up into the air to get the immediate group's attention.

"Alrighty folks.... Listen up! I need your cooperation. Form a single line here, no pushing or shoving, one at a time up the ramp. Leave your belongings where you stand as there won't be any extra room. The sooner you comply, the faster we can get you and your loved ones to safety off planet," the brunette said etched in a Corellian drawl with dark chocolate eyes conveying her message to the crowd; the heavy blaster pistol at the ready should it be needed again to get compliance as there was no time to dither here.

A growl from Rahl at the top of the boarding ramp seconded his captain's motion.

 

[Frielle Kinniak]

"Copy that Coalition Command," Firelle confirmed as she brough up the radar scanner to her heads up display. The Princess Leia wasn't too far behind as the whisps of color flew right past the Qi'ra, her armed transports, the Cham, Numa and Hera weren't too far behind they too let loose their own barrage of fire power. "Alright guys we're getting close, gonna go right into the gas can planet on approach. Appreciate the escort Leia."

The Qi'ra rushed once more through the void of space, as Sharukan fighters were ferocious in their approach. Frielle's training kicked in as she directed the Qi'ra's meek gun fire their way, and soon her gun fire wasn't alone. The Princess Leia flew by, the pyronium infused bloodsteel hull was hard to miss as was the decal. "Nice paint job..." She said off handedly before pulling the Qi'ra up and over the immediate wreckage that had been a Sharukan fighter having met the Princess Leia's fire power. "Cham, lead the approach to Saijo watch your six." The Leia chimed in and swooped over and destroyed another round of Sharukan fighters.

"Command it's Qi'ra we're fast on approach."

[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Dax Perl]

Five Judges. That's how many stood before the Command Post. That's how many stood between refugees and an untold number of invaders looking for their blood. How many were going to leave the battlefield though. That was something else entirely. The din of battle echoed through the streets, distant and far. Much like the quiet before the storm, the silence was unnerving. The air filled with electricity and tension. Everyone knew what they were about to face.

"You guy's here that?" asked one of the Marshals. Indeed, one could hear, or rather feel the rumbling of an army approaching. Everyone stood, Judge and trooper alike and looked in the direction from which the sound was coming from. A rogue communication cut through the silence and right into Dax's ear even as the shimmering helmets of the Sharukan's came into view distantly. "Transient, join the Leia and Qi'ra for pickup. We'll buy you guys time and space, as much as we can manage." The Rogue bit back his tongue for a moment as he pondered the small groups chances. Whether or not they'd even have a chance. "Don't bother circling back for us..." the four other Judges turned and looked at their Grand Marshal. Not a single one had a look of fear or regret. Ex-Jedi. Ex-Sith. They'd all seen the worst the galaxy had to offer. Maybe even inflicted it. Death in battle? Well that was a death they could accept.

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Apex team fired round after round, explosive after explosive at the arachnid crawler, nothing seemed to penetrate the thick shell of armor that encased it. "Aim for the joints!" Halzyn cried out, the joints were always thee weakest part was always the joints, right? BOOM! Nothing. Not a damn thing. Suddenly a chorus of electric explosions came from the west, bright bursts of light streaming through the streets as something charged through. "Beauchamp, is that you down there?"

[member="Janick Beauchamp"] | [member="Kalen Genet"] | [member="Mishel Kryze"] | [member="Frielle Kinniak"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Objective: Oppose the Coalition
Enemies: ORC

The Mandalorian already had tense, hostile feelings towards the Outer Rim Coalition ever since Utapau. Before those times he was an ally to said faction, helped with the foundations of it which would help in becoming what it was today. From the Underground to the Kathol Outback, and finally the Outer Rim Coaltion. One could say he was a founding member of the group. Times changed, however. Now he was a listed threat for the Coalition after Utapau, and Vilaz sure wasn't going to apologize for his actions or try reestablish himself with the ranks of the Coalition. He was a changed man, some would say he became more...rabid and radical than what he was known for in his younger years.

Here he was, helping people he could acquaint with. The Sharukans were a group that despised the Coalition and were seeking mercenaries to help with their cause. The pay was decent and it was a chance to drive a beskad in Coalition people. Greed for battle and credits always seduced the Munin.

With a platoon of his finest warriors he led his men, along with Sharukan militants, that was looking to kill and capture Coalition spacers and inhabitants of Saijo that were trying to escape the planet. Not on his watch at least. They charged at their enemies, with tactics of course. It would be uncivilized to just charge without caution. Slowly, yet surely they would close the gap between the two parties. Slugthrowers and blasters exchanged fire between the two, some fell wounded or dead. The Mandalorian would fire a homing missile from his repulsorpack at his targets which would surely put a dent in their defenses as that missile was sometimes meant to deal damage to vehicles.

They would know wrath and cruelty from them. Not a single ounce of mercy would be spared for them.

 

[Brooke Waters]

It wasn’t taking much for her. She stepped herself forward, with a few students and other medical professionals. Well, actual medical professionals. Brooke was not a medical professional. She was just someone who was good with the Force. Well, decent. Good enough.

She could help link up the team and make it so they worked together better. The U-Wing ahead of her was painted white and red. She knew that the Alliance had their Therapy Command and they may be here, but for now? The Jedi Praxeum was here to help represent the Jedi and help the people who were in trouble.

The blonde smiled as she stepped into the U-Wing. “Take us out, pilot.” She ordered.

The ship lifted off from the deck and made its way through the magcon and on its way to Saijo. The Force was here today and she was prepping to help everyone around, but now? It was mostly bringing the group together. And that way when they hit the planet, she’d be able to help out. Her songsteel armor shone with the reflection of lights.

The blonde could keep the kids alive, right?

 

[Nida Perl]

When she’d heard about an aid mission to Saijo, she didn’t expect it to be…this. In her mind they’d been more peaceful, more orderly. Not this hell.

Somehow she’d ended up aboard the Corellian Dawn in a weird twist of fate. Maybe it was her Uncle [member="Dax Fyre"] who’d designated her there? Either way the young Zeltron had volunteered to help coordinate relief efforts. Standing off to one side from the loading ramp and clutching at her healer’s robes, Nida couldn’t help but watch in awe as [member="Eliza Steele"] commanded a group of terrified refugee’s attention. In that moment, she had almost stopped fearing for her life.

“Y-yes….please, come this way.” She did her best to help Rahl usher civilians onto the ship, absolutely dwarfed by the Wookie. “If any of you have injuries, please let me assist you.” Force knows she’s healed plenty of wounds belonging to her rowdy siblings, but she was praying that she wouldn’t see anything beyond her capabilities today.

“But our first priority is transporting you all safely off world.”

Of course, she had to add that last line in. No need to get anyone’s hopes up, right? That’s what they say?

 

[Kiyron]

[member="Vela Alya T'Ser Sipal"] [member="Kyle Farnes"]

"I read you, Captain," Kiyron called back into the comm. Outside, the first of the traps exploded and the blast door buckled inwards. "Watch their gunships. Sharukan weapons mess with shields."

"Intel team, time to go! Pack it up and set to detonate!" Another blast and the door buckled inwards with the shearing of durasteel. Kiyron could pick out the figures moving through his visor and he let loose a barrage of armor piercing rounds. One toppled back, but a few more surged forward to take their place. Kiyron ducked back behind the corner.

"Kyle, see if you can cripple their air support. We're coming out hot." He dropped an empty magazine to the floor and slid another in, before spraying another barrage around the corner.

"[member="Dax Fyre"]," Kiyron sent through the comms. "We'ew blowing the post and getting out with what we can. Overrun."

"Ten seconds!" One of his techs called.

"Make it five!" Kiyron called back, rolling an EMP around the corner and darting behind a door. He put a slug in the control panel. "What's the time on our evac?"

More weapons fire hammered against the wall next to him and he shuffled back as they cut through the door. "We'll need all the support we can get."

"Ready to go!"

"Everyone, out! Out!" Kyron yelled down the corridor as he sprinted into the control room. "Toss me the detonator!"

As the rest hurried out the back hatch, Kiyron clutched the detonator in his hand and crouched the rifle against his shoulder, keeping up a steady hail of rounds towards the encroaching assailants.

"Listening post is overrun. Detonating in ten."

He turned and dove through the hatch, shoving one of his team members forward. As they ran, he squeezed the trigger and behind him, the listening post exploded in a ball of fire. The shockwave hurtled them forward and cata[uled him into the ground.

 

[Elaine Thul]

Objective: 1

They finally hit them with cold steel, her troops where in close quarter combat. AS she was in the combat, she saw her men, beating back and slicing into, the now shell shocked enemy. The crowd control gas, had render them helpless against her troops. They where driving them back, and the artillery was driving them forward. They had to nowhere to go, they began dropping the weapons, and surrendering and coughing. They rubbing there eyes, and they broken. She then sent out a hail to ships, They are surrendering and fleeing, try rounding them up. The captured ones, where being sent back. They being forced to march to space port she was defending, they marched in two by two. No doubt battle was still raging elsewhere, but House Thul has done there job. They got people off, they fought the demons. They broke them, and the refugees where safe. She smiled, and watched them now being humanely treated.

The scouts, where chasing the ones that had ran away. Though they where capture missions, and not shoot to kill, unless they where under threat.

 

[Dax Perl]

More calls came out over the comms, one from the Coalition Listening Post. "We're blowing the post and getting out with what we can. Overrun." the voice shouted, "What's the time on our evac?" The listening crew had done their job to its fullest extent. They got the warning out and bought those on Saijo the time they needed. By what miracle they'd mustered enough ships, even last minute to both protect and ferry the civilians off planet, Dax would never know. But they'd got it done, just like they'd said. Well, almost. One more run, that's all they needed. "Listening Post, I'm patching you into [member="Atlas Drake"] and the Silvertongue, they're en route to you now. Stay alive and get away from this place. Job well done. Don't expect anymore communications from me. Fyre, over and out."

The Sharukans inched closer and closer. But they were too late. The Coalition had evacuated the planet, the Coalition had one. A small victory, but still a victory. A first for this infernal war. But that was enough. "Alright gents. It was a pleasure and an honor." the sound of sabers igniting, weapons powering up quietly carried through the streets. This was it.

[member="Kiyron"] | [member="Kalen Genet"] | [member="The Civil Wild"]

 

[Kalen Genet]

Well, that voice sounded like somebody in charge. That last bit, though, that didn't sound good. "K1, can you figure out their position from the signal?" he asked his droid, not responding yet to what he was told. The droid beeped at him, fiddling around with the sensors a bit; fairly quickly, a set of coordinates popped up. "Thanks, droid." He grabbed the yoke, flying down towards the coordinates. Long-range sensors were saying that there were quite a few lifeforms near where he was going; looking out the viewport, he could see more than just 'quite a few.'

It was the vanguard force of an entire army, headed right for where he was moving. "K1, keep the laser cannons and the blaster cannons warm," he said grimly. He reactivated the comm signal. "Yeah, that's a negative from me," he replied to the last command he'd received. "Doesn't look like they need the help, and like I said, this isn't an escort vessel. I'll be at your position quickly." He muted the comms again, and turned back to the droid.

"Think you can hit some of that army from here?"

As before, K1 didn't reply except just by firing the weapons. The laser cannons on the top of the ship and the blaster cannons on the bottom lashed out, kicking up clouds of dirt and smoke when they impacted the ground. More than a few bolts of the wild salvo found their way into the Sharukan vanguard force, halting their advance for a moment. Kalen pushed the yoke harder, and the ship dove sharply, descending extremely quickly.

He pulled back a few seconds before he would hit the ground, and the ship levelled out, zooming along the landscape; it lurched to a stop moments later, in front of [member="Dax Fyre"] and his men. The loading bay for the cargo hold opened up, and Kalen spoke over the loudspeaker on the outside of the ship. "Get in, you or'diniise," he growled at them. "Or you're all going to be Gundark bait pretty quickly!" The ship shuddered again as K1 let loose with another salvo of bolts at the approaching soldiers, clouding the battlefield with more dust and smoke.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

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

"Beauchamp, is that you down there?" Janick could hear Apex shout in her direction.

"Yes, that's me" she told them on comms.

The convoy of chained Nagai prisoners being redirected to the nearest evacuation shuttle, little did they know was that the fireteam would also be tasked with getting that convoy to safety, as well as Janick. Yes, the fireteam did take advantage of the lightning causing the enemy weapons to detonate to get those shots at various joints, be it knee joints, neck joints or arm joints. Just that relief will come to those Nagai as well as herself, now that the shuttle was in position to fetch all of them. And yet she realized that she began to resent having spent all her Force-energy performing the powers that allowed her to even get to safety in the first place. Phew, I don't have any energy left for any Force-based tricks, she thought, while that shuttle began to feel more and more crowded with every Nagai that made it. Such was the lot of evacuations. The witch was happy to get out of this mess the Shakurans made on the ground, for all the talk of order... they themselves caused some disorder. Unwittingly perhaps but still: for every Nagai that made it to safety, there would likely be others that are dead by now.

 

[John Locke]

Location: Arriving above Saijo
Objective: 1

The call had gone out, the request for aid, and it had taken them some time, but the Silver Jedi responded, the Silver Jedi would always respond. John didn't know what he would find, which was why the first ship which flashed into the system was a small frigate, followed by wave after wave of merchant ships. Some had been hastily outfitted to carry people, some carried food, building materials, medical supplies. Everything they'd need where they were going. John didn't exactly know where that was, but the construction droids should be able to handle most environments, at least enough to give them a small advantage settling in, a chance to actually secure a foothold. He'd seen refugee missions full of good hop and the best intentions falter and fail over a lack of basic supplies. Houses, jobs, infrastructure, it was all important, but warm clothes, food and medical supplies were what he'd forgotten before and he didn't plan to be caught out again.

The cyborg sat in his chair, the Helios floating in the middle of the supply fleet as he glanced up at the ever-present EX hovering over him, "See if you can find out who out there is in charge so they can tell us what they want us to do with all these ships." Around the edges or the merchant formation cruisers and frigates flashed out of Hyperspace, taking up a picketing position. Small and fast the ships were enough to protect from the depredations of pirates or any other unscrupulous sorts that would prey on a convoy. John had been around the block enough to realise what could happen out there if he wasn't careful. "Outer Rim Coalition forces this is the Silver Jedi relief fleet, where do you need us?"

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Escort evacuation ships
Allies: [member="Mishel Kryze"] [member="John Locke"]

"Casualty report"

"Three hundred dead or missing in the lower decks, admiral" the chief medical officer reported in, while tending to a patient in said lower decks.

There has been heavy damage to the Shakuran fleet, and disabled engines or weapons batteries, and a few of those took dents, but not all of them featured holes like those on those hulks that got smashed against the enemy heavy cruisers. That said, it was not complete annihilation by any stretch: the damage incurred was enough to force them to regroup, and also Therapy Command has incurred additional hull damage on the escort units, also making their own ability to counter-attack much more limited than it used to be. Battered, it still managed to survive until even the Silvers arrived. She knew it wasn't an instant process to get a relief fleet from Chalacta or Ruusan to Saijo, especially with not only the Shakurans but the First Order in this region. Surely there has been some indication that, if they lingered on for too long, the First Order could come in and force them in a protracted engagement that neither party wanted. Yet, the evacuation of Saijo was still underway and they hoped there would be enough progress made to avoid a disaster.

"All right, more reinforcements are approaching" the sensor technician reported.

"Outer Rim Coalition forces, this is the Silver Jedi relief fleet, where do you need us?" John's transmission asked.

"Transmitting coordinates of priority objectives"

Now that every new friendly contact in the system were given the coordinates of where the most pressing needs were, and not just evacuating those Nagai civilians, Cathul knew that the window for triage was short since the enemy could be able to regroup in short order. But there was a new glimmer of hope for the Nagai that made it. Hope, perhaps, of a new life elsewhere, and maybe, some Nagai telepath would walk into the footsteps of "The Telepath". Yet, the patient that was led into the CIC was suffering from a number of things: burns, broken limbs being the most severe of the gang. She thus put to work immobilizing the patient's broken limbs, and, once that was done, she got started in using the Force for local anaesthesia, done for making the pain of the Force as a burn dressing less severe, from which to grow back the dead tissue from the burn.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

The sheer amount of flak and the number of fighters headed their way was phenomenal, at least it would be if they weren't all shooting at the Princess Leia. The Leia led the way with the Q'ira not too far behind as the three armed transports joined them. They were one of the last transports to arrive and staying alive had proved more than difficult, out gunned at every turn the Princess Leia relied solely on the piloting skills of its Selonian pilot. Mishel could hear the ship strain as it attempted to pull off a maneuver it wasn't quite meant to do, "hey, hey I realize she's a big girl now but easy!" Mishel shouted over the roar of laser fire that seemed to come their way. "Heads up we've got more flak!"

The Qi'ra moved ahead of the Princess Leia, armed transports in tow as they rushed to the extraction point making room if they had to. "C'mon guys, make it fast - we're not exactly small," Mishel shouted over comms with a quick reply with from the Qi'ra which resembled a rather in appropriate gesture. "Rude." She quipped in return, while Lav pushed the ship even further, "really putting her through her paces, huh there Lav?" Lav was short with his reply and Mishel kept the focus on targeting the incoming fighters. It may have been minutes but it felt like hours, each passing second the Leia shuddered and groaned. Taking hits and putting that durable Corellian bloodsteel to a test was an understatement.

Once the signal was received the Qi'ra began her ascent with the armed transports following close behind. "Don't even give them the tail lights, let's move."

The five ships punched through the flak and managed to get back into the void of space, "let the Judges know we're good." She said to Lav, who only gave her a look, "right that's my job."

"This is the Princess Leia, we've got the Qi'ra and the transports, we're leaving Saijo where are we headed with the refugees?" Mishel asked just as the Silver Relief Fleet emerged from hyperspace, she cut the communications and looked at Lav, "and the big boys are here, yeah c'mon time to go."

[member="Dax Fyre"]

 

[Dax Perl]

Sure, Dax may have been ready to call it quits and let the sweet embrace of death overtake him, but apparently the rest of the galaxy was not. Even as the Sharukan's marched forward and prepared to lay waste to the men standing against them, a hail of laser fire rained down from the heaven's, gouts of fire and dust and debris being thrown in the air. Cheers erupted from the men as the vessel descended and an unfamiliar voice was magnified over the loudspeaker, "Get in, you or'diniise, or you're all going to be Gundark bait pretty quickly!" Welp, Dax was not about to argue with fate, "Everyone get in!"

The Judges provided a screen of lightsabers to protect against the incoming blaster bolts as the troopers boarded, and slowly one by one, they all made it on, followed by the judges, and then Dax himself, "Alright we're good!" A voice came over the comms, "This is the Princess Leia, we've got the Qi'ra and the transports..." That was everyone. They'd done it, "Leia, head towards First Order space for rendezvous, we'll regroup and figure out what's next then."

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Halzyn and the remainder of his team were running. Explosions followed their footsteps as they ran from the giant spider-tank chasing them, "Incoming!" The team ran towards Janick, hoping she had some solution to their colossal problem the seven remaining men launched themselves over anything solid that they could find, before popping back up and firing at the machination.

[member="Kalen Genet"] | [member="Janick Beauchamp"] | [member="Mishel Kryze"]