Sergio barely made it. His gut instinct was partially right, but about the wrong things. It wasn't the other representatives he should be worried about, it was the people on this very ship. Despite his cripple, he made it to the hangerbay and commandeered a TIE Fighter, and flew it out from the ship. He sent out a hail to the other ships, basically a plea that he was not infected and that he required assistance. He hoped that he could escape both the droids and avoid being completely destroyed by the Republic Flotilla, but he had to risk it. "This is Moff Hammerstein, I am not infected, repeat, I am not infected. My ship's been over-run, and I request assistance... Please."
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A Clockwork Galactic Response: Kuat
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As the Jamming field filled the space around Kuat something strange happened. Missiles began to tumble, their targeting flying off into nothingness. The missiles flew through the air, the Tycho's seemed to stall for a second, shifting slightly before firing again. Those missiles that tumbled through space struck ships, both infected and uninfected. Explosions began to tear through the massive fleet battle, bits and scraps of metal now floating around.
The Tycho's rearranged themselves, their massive star like shaped crossed and uncrossed each other, stretching themselves. Then they sent out a signal. A massive broadcast blanketed the area, the signal was more powerful than the jamming, the AI burned through the static within the air and overcast his own.
As the signal went out a message was engraved beneath it, a call to those of the organics still resisting.
“Do not further stall your evolution.”
The Tycho's positioned themselves, acting as massive arrays to broadcast the signal. Then more missiles tubes opened on the top half of the massive ships. Targeting arrays from the Tycho's pointed themselves out across the ship, each missiles being manually pointed in the right direction by the signal that was now surging throughout Kuati space.
As another wall of missiles left the Tychos the signal grew stronger and stronger. Omni used it to guide the missiles that he fired, sending them towards the Republic interlopers.
Valik
Professor of Alchemy
As Valik left the room, he planted a small audial bug on the underside of the table, then listened carefully into his Lords words. He couldn't help but feel something was wrong. The Sith Lord spoke in his normal garbled and distorted tone, but also spoke of the near in-surmountable odds they face, almost to respactable to Omni's threat. Suddenly the turbolifts opened, and two large Seraph droids emerged.
"Fierfek." Valik cursed, then used his Force lightning at the the ankle of one of the droids. The reformation time was fast, but the loss of balance combined with the time made it just long enough for Valik to slip past the droids into the turbolift.
From the turbolift Valik made his way to the hanger bay, electrocuting, shooting, slashing and pushing any men who got in his way. He remember what the Empress told him, that she'd kill him if he got infected, that his mind was too valuable to be lost, or too dangerous to add to Omni's might. Valik simply had to escape. He commandeered a TIE Nexus fighter, and left the ship and the gas giant that hid their signal. He began powering the com device and opened his signal to known Jedi com signatures.
"This is Sith Scientist Warren Valik. I am not infected and I will aid in creating a cure for the price of rescue and safe passage home. Repeat, not infected, will cure-" he got out before EM clouds began manifesting all around him. Then all com signals were jammed by a metallic signal. Then a shrieking voice, metallic and robotic, entered his small cockpit.
"DO NOT FURTHER STALL YOUR EVOLUTION." It screamed and commanded. What a foolish AI. Thinking a Forceless, singular mind like him was farther along the evolutionary line than Valik. He saw the ships reform and throw missiles at the Republic. Valik came at the missiles from behind and fired at them, prematurely detonating them before they hit the Republic fleet. With no trustable comlinks and not being strong enough to send a force message through space to targets Valik was flying solo, but he would survive. He had to survive.
"Fierfek." Valik cursed, then used his Force lightning at the the ankle of one of the droids. The reformation time was fast, but the loss of balance combined with the time made it just long enough for Valik to slip past the droids into the turbolift.
From the turbolift Valik made his way to the hanger bay, electrocuting, shooting, slashing and pushing any men who got in his way. He remember what the Empress told him, that she'd kill him if he got infected, that his mind was too valuable to be lost, or too dangerous to add to Omni's might. Valik simply had to escape. He commandeered a TIE Nexus fighter, and left the ship and the gas giant that hid their signal. He began powering the com device and opened his signal to known Jedi com signatures.
"This is Sith Scientist Warren Valik. I am not infected and I will aid in creating a cure for the price of rescue and safe passage home. Repeat, not infected, will cure-" he got out before EM clouds began manifesting all around him. Then all com signals were jammed by a metallic signal. Then a shrieking voice, metallic and robotic, entered his small cockpit.
"DO NOT FURTHER STALL YOUR EVOLUTION." It screamed and commanded. What a foolish AI. Thinking a Forceless, singular mind like him was farther along the evolutionary line than Valik. He saw the ships reform and throw missiles at the Republic. Valik came at the missiles from behind and fired at them, prematurely detonating them before they hit the Republic fleet. With no trustable comlinks and not being strong enough to send a force message through space to targets Valik was flying solo, but he would survive. He had to survive.
Kamon's OOC
Well-Known Member
"Hostile contacts bearing zero mark thirty!"
"Incoming missiles!"
"All ahead full!"
Pushing the ship full ahead, Kamon leaned against the railing and held on, watching as the Republic fleet began to move into action. There were a lot of really big droids out there and he didn't particularly feel like tangling with them in such a small ship. They were easily about fifteen times the size of the small IFAS. No, it was time to cut and run, and there was no such thing as too fast.
"Keep the Republic fleet between us and the droids. Take us around."
"Should we open fire?"
"Don't waste the resources. Just get us out of here. Push the engines as hard as you can, get us out of the gravity well of the planet, and jump us out towards the rim a ways. We'll come out and re-plot from there."
The ship began to push forward, zipping around and out past the Republic fleet, they gunned for a gap in their surroundings. Benefits of a smaller ship, speed.
"Incoming missiles!"
"All ahead full!"
Pushing the ship full ahead, Kamon leaned against the railing and held on, watching as the Republic fleet began to move into action. There were a lot of really big droids out there and he didn't particularly feel like tangling with them in such a small ship. They were easily about fifteen times the size of the small IFAS. No, it was time to cut and run, and there was no such thing as too fast.
"Keep the Republic fleet between us and the droids. Take us around."
"Should we open fire?"
"Don't waste the resources. Just get us out of here. Push the engines as hard as you can, get us out of the gravity well of the planet, and jump us out towards the rim a ways. We'll come out and re-plot from there."
The ship began to push forward, zipping around and out past the Republic fleet, they gunned for a gap in their surroundings. Benefits of a smaller ship, speed.
In short time, Darth Apparatus made it to the bridge of the Dalek-class Imperial Frigate. The starship crept closer to the battle, using its powerful yet bulky engines to close the gap to half an astronomical unit - yet it seemed as if by the time Darth Apparatus reached the battle it would have been long over.
Meanwhile, the few personnel on the ship that were not infected either were subjected to Omni's nannites or managed to escape. Darth Apparatus did little to pursue them, though, as launching the starfighters was not an efficient thing to do at the moment.
For now, it was a waiting game. Missiles rained down on the Republic's ships. Many of the other starships that were under Omni's control also fired upon those that gathered for the summit. The ECM cloud made it difficult for Apparatus to relay any information or orders to Omni's ships, yet with the independent volunteers beginning to retreat it seemed that it would not have been necessary.
Meanwhile, the few personnel on the ship that were not infected either were subjected to Omni's nannites or managed to escape. Darth Apparatus did little to pursue them, though, as launching the starfighters was not an efficient thing to do at the moment.
For now, it was a waiting game. Missiles rained down on the Republic's ships. Many of the other starships that were under Omni's control also fired upon those that gathered for the summit. The ECM cloud made it difficult for Apparatus to relay any information or orders to Omni's ships, yet with the independent volunteers beginning to retreat it seemed that it would not have been necessary.
Ben Watts
I Am No One
Could Ben go anywhere without something bad happening? When Apparatus spoke those words, Ben's heart dropped, and he instantly went from a standstill position to jumping up to where Darron was to offer assistance. They were the only two Jedi Masters on the ship and they were going to have to work together to get out of this little pickle. He knew he had a bad feeling about this summit, any time a Sith was around, nothing good ever happened. How could they think they could trust them? Especially Apparatus of all people. Oh well, there was no use dwelling on the thoughts now, they had more important matters to attend to. Namely getting out of this alive and living to fight another day.
"Don't worry about me," Ben said as he walked across the bridge, moving out of all the crews way as they scrambled to get to their locations. "Just tell me what you need me to do." Ben stopped beside Darron and nodded before he stepped into the holopad to broadcast to everyone again. He kept his eyes peeled and looked around at everyone as they scattered. He made sure not to let anyone near Darron, lightsaber in hand, he was ready for any threats that may come there way. Then he felt the rockets hitting the ship, and Ben almost stumbled over, but caught himself before he fell to his face. So begins another fun Jedi adventure. Ben thought to himself.
"Don't worry about me," Ben said as he walked across the bridge, moving out of all the crews way as they scrambled to get to their locations. "Just tell me what you need me to do." Ben stopped beside Darron and nodded before he stepped into the holopad to broadcast to everyone again. He kept his eyes peeled and looked around at everyone as they scattered. He made sure not to let anyone near Darron, lightsaber in hand, he was ready for any threats that may come there way. Then he felt the rockets hitting the ship, and Ben almost stumbled over, but caught himself before he fell to his face. So begins another fun Jedi adventure. Ben thought to himself.
Rosa's heart sank at the words from the siths mouth and let out a groan her fingers wrapping around the rail she was near as her senses were assaulted with fear all over again. Drawing in a deep breath she pulled back her empathy keeping it close to her, refusing to allow any other emotions hit her except her own.
She looked up at Darron and responded to his message aloud. "Absolutely not." there was no room for argument in her tone. She moved to the viewport watching as all hell broke loose again. Weapons shifted to point at the sith's ship but before anyone could fire hundreds of ships dropped out of hyperspace. With the meeting terminated she moved to the communications desk shifting the officer out of his seat and taking over as the ship began to shudder with the impact of missiles, she was listening for cries for help and picked up two before the jamming began.
Cursing she pulled the headset off "It's jammed all communications and automatic targeting. I suggest we get some Jedi on those guns and some star fighters out. I picked up two distress signals close to the sith ship. I imagine whoever he brought with him isn't infected. They could do with an escort."
She looked up at Darron and responded to his message aloud. "Absolutely not." there was no room for argument in her tone. She moved to the viewport watching as all hell broke loose again. Weapons shifted to point at the sith's ship but before anyone could fire hundreds of ships dropped out of hyperspace. With the meeting terminated she moved to the communications desk shifting the officer out of his seat and taking over as the ship began to shudder with the impact of missiles, she was listening for cries for help and picked up two before the jamming began.
Cursing she pulled the headset off "It's jammed all communications and automatic targeting. I suggest we get some Jedi on those guns and some star fighters out. I picked up two distress signals close to the sith ship. I imagine whoever he brought with him isn't infected. They could do with an escort."
"Sir!"
"I see it Helmsman. Get Daniel's on the Hypercom."
Flint looked down at this notes and scowled. These Robots were good.
~ "Commander this is Admiral Daniels. I'm here Admirals Vahn and Tycho. Go ahead." ~
"Could use a hand Sam. The ECM ain't cutting it. They're counter-broadcasting from some morphing vessels."
~ "Damn it. We're on our way. Three minutes out." ~
"I'm sending you Captain Picket's cords now. Jump to his flank and go around them. You'll know what your shooting for when you see it."
~ "Understood Commander. What about you?" ~
"We'll pull back to the Planetary Shield's first Lock and keep fighting. If it gets to hairy we'll drop the Layered Shield overtop us. I feel for our Defense Stations. But it's a waiting game now."
~ "On our way sir. May the Force be with you." ~
"And Sam..."
~ "Yes sir?" ~
"Give um' hell darling."
Flint smiled as the hologram of Admiral Daniels faded. Then he looked back up at the fireworks display before him. It was ugly out there.
"Orders sir!?"
"Tell the Republic Forces to pull back to the Planetary Shield at full speed. Disengage and reform near the first Lock. We'll take advantage of a Layering Planetary Shield while we still can."
"Aye sir. Sending transmissions now."
"Waiting 12 seconds for all ships to disengage then bring the ECM Cloud back up again. Let's make this is a sprint ladies."
"Station Eleven has received the command and acknowledged. They say they are waiting for us Commander."
"...Good. Then let's keep these Robots off balance for another three minutes. We need to by time so the 2nd and 3rd Fleet can warp in and hit those Morph Boats from the flank."
Flint gritted his teeth. This was home to him. Space Battles. Sieges. ...But nothing like this. Extinction. The end of the world. ...This wasn't how he'd hoped to spend his middle-age. Damn machines.
"ECM Cloud up! Sprinting for the Door!"
"Drop the Cloud when we reach the Shield. Then tell Eleven to drop the First Lock and let the Fleet in. It's time to Turtle Up."
Everyone who wasn't a Republic Ship. This was there last chance to bug out. After this... It was Kuat or Bust.
"I see it Helmsman. Get Daniel's on the Hypercom."
Flint looked down at this notes and scowled. These Robots were good.
~ "Commander this is Admiral Daniels. I'm here Admirals Vahn and Tycho. Go ahead." ~
"Could use a hand Sam. The ECM ain't cutting it. They're counter-broadcasting from some morphing vessels."
~ "Damn it. We're on our way. Three minutes out." ~
"I'm sending you Captain Picket's cords now. Jump to his flank and go around them. You'll know what your shooting for when you see it."
~ "Understood Commander. What about you?" ~
"We'll pull back to the Planetary Shield's first Lock and keep fighting. If it gets to hairy we'll drop the Layered Shield overtop us. I feel for our Defense Stations. But it's a waiting game now."
~ "On our way sir. May the Force be with you." ~
"And Sam..."
~ "Yes sir?" ~
"Give um' hell darling."
Flint smiled as the hologram of Admiral Daniels faded. Then he looked back up at the fireworks display before him. It was ugly out there.
"Orders sir!?"
"Tell the Republic Forces to pull back to the Planetary Shield at full speed. Disengage and reform near the first Lock. We'll take advantage of a Layering Planetary Shield while we still can."
"Aye sir. Sending transmissions now."
"Waiting 12 seconds for all ships to disengage then bring the ECM Cloud back up again. Let's make this is a sprint ladies."
"Station Eleven has received the command and acknowledged. They say they are waiting for us Commander."
"...Good. Then let's keep these Robots off balance for another three minutes. We need to by time so the 2nd and 3rd Fleet can warp in and hit those Morph Boats from the flank."
Flint gritted his teeth. This was home to him. Space Battles. Sieges. ...But nothing like this. Extinction. The end of the world. ...This wasn't how he'd hoped to spend his middle-age. Damn machines.
"ECM Cloud up! Sprinting for the Door!"
"Drop the Cloud when we reach the Shield. Then tell Eleven to drop the First Lock and let the Fleet in. It's time to Turtle Up."
Everyone who wasn't a Republic Ship. This was there last chance to bug out. After this... It was Kuat or Bust.
The revelation Darth Apparatus brought essentially frightened Darrunga. With contact with the other ambassadors quickly cut and having no other ships in the system other than his space yacht, Darrunga began to yell in Huttese various profanities, urging the crew to retreat from the system back into Hutt Space.
First, they would have to escape the planet's gravity well just as the ship Kamon was on. Fortunately for Darrunga, no one on his ship seemed to be infected. Yet, the danger these Tycho ships posed was too great for the space yacht ill-equipped for combat. Racing away from Kuat's orbit, Darrunga just hoped that the droids did not concentrate their fire on him.
First, they would have to escape the planet's gravity well just as the ship Kamon was on. Fortunately for Darrunga, no one on his ship seemed to be infected. Yet, the danger these Tycho ships posed was too great for the space yacht ill-equipped for combat. Racing away from Kuat's orbit, Darrunga just hoped that the droids did not concentrate their fire on him.
Quietus
Hunting Again
Council Sector - KDY
Eyes narrowing, as quickly as the initial message had been relayed the Kuati Sovereign was on the move. The driveyards were between a rock and a hard place; help the allied fleets and offer them protection under the planetary shield thusly providing one further target for Omni, or shut them out and raise the scorn of those that fought against it. Scowling at her situation, the woman's clipped pace brought her down through the grand corridor of the Council Sector of the KDY, her assistant DiVanca on her heels.
"Sectors 7 through 12 have reported droid contact M'Lady," DiVanca huffed as she bustled to keep up with the CEO, fingers deftly trimming across the screen of her handheld holopad.
"Issue evacuation protocol 3," Lorelei replied, "and put planetside sectors on alert. Get me in contact with General McClane."
Attention. Attention. Evacuation Protocol 3. All non-militial personnel are to report ~
"The first dropships have left the KDY for planetside safe houses," DiVanca reported as they walked, "I have General McClane on the comm."
McClane: M'Lady might I inquire as to why you're not in one of those ships heading home?
"Give me a damage report, General," she replied.
McClane: Sectors 8 and 10 have taken minimal damage. The droids are targeting the allied fleet for now. Our ships are currently escorting Commander Pherson and his fleet to Planetary Shield Lock 7.
Lorelei's brow knit tightly at this. The Sith in her would've liked to lock them all out in a state of full neutrality, but her diplomatic, public side couldn't afford to burn those bridges, even if it meant garnering the attention of their enemy. She sighed, "Good. Do not further engage the enemy more then absolutely necessary. Keep me updated on any new developments."
McClane: Yes, M'Lady.
"DiVanca," stopping abruptly, Lorelei turned to her assistant and took hold of the woman's datapad, "get to the evacuation ships, go to the manor and make sure Lady Mae is exactly where she should be."
The Assistant frowned and lingered for a moment before giving a slow nod, "Yes... Lady Lorelei."
"Go," Lorelei commanded and watched the woman leave.
The flame haired woman then moved out into the hall after and stopped before the expanse of windows that lined the corridor. The view was hypnotic and mesmerizing; a show of metallic carnage and fireworks.
An artificial celebration of organic life bloomed before her, and for a moment she was resentful of her duty to care.
Eyes narrowing, as quickly as the initial message had been relayed the Kuati Sovereign was on the move. The driveyards were between a rock and a hard place; help the allied fleets and offer them protection under the planetary shield thusly providing one further target for Omni, or shut them out and raise the scorn of those that fought against it. Scowling at her situation, the woman's clipped pace brought her down through the grand corridor of the Council Sector of the KDY, her assistant DiVanca on her heels.
"Sectors 7 through 12 have reported droid contact M'Lady," DiVanca huffed as she bustled to keep up with the CEO, fingers deftly trimming across the screen of her handheld holopad.
"Issue evacuation protocol 3," Lorelei replied, "and put planetside sectors on alert. Get me in contact with General McClane."
Attention. Attention. Evacuation Protocol 3. All non-militial personnel are to report ~
"The first dropships have left the KDY for planetside safe houses," DiVanca reported as they walked, "I have General McClane on the comm."
McClane: M'Lady might I inquire as to why you're not in one of those ships heading home?
"Give me a damage report, General," she replied.
McClane: Sectors 8 and 10 have taken minimal damage. The droids are targeting the allied fleet for now. Our ships are currently escorting Commander Pherson and his fleet to Planetary Shield Lock 7.
Lorelei's brow knit tightly at this. The Sith in her would've liked to lock them all out in a state of full neutrality, but her diplomatic, public side couldn't afford to burn those bridges, even if it meant garnering the attention of their enemy. She sighed, "Good. Do not further engage the enemy more then absolutely necessary. Keep me updated on any new developments."
McClane: Yes, M'Lady.
"DiVanca," stopping abruptly, Lorelei turned to her assistant and took hold of the woman's datapad, "get to the evacuation ships, go to the manor and make sure Lady Mae is exactly where she should be."
The Assistant frowned and lingered for a moment before giving a slow nod, "Yes... Lady Lorelei."
"Go," Lorelei commanded and watched the woman leave.
The flame haired woman then moved out into the hall after and stopped before the expanse of windows that lined the corridor. The view was hypnotic and mesmerizing; a show of metallic carnage and fireworks.
An artificial celebration of organic life bloomed before her, and for a moment she was resentful of her duty to care.
The droid ships kept up their barrage of missiles, the infected ships firing their turbolasers at the republic fleet over and over again. Soon though the battle became more spread out. Ships began to flee the system and the Republic began to withdraw into Kuats planetary shield. The Tycho's kept up their firing, using wall after wall of missiles to drive the Republic back into their worlds. Clearly the AI had come prepared, and again and again Cuncussion missiles surged forward.
This time the AI said nothing, no taunts, no hidden messages it just fired again and again as the Republic withdrew into Kuats shield zones. The Tycho's shifted over and over again, revealing more missile tubes to fire from. The infected ships continued their fire as well, tearing apart whatever ships they could reach.
The battle had become less of a battle and more of a retreating massacre. Hundreds of smaller ships were utterly decimated, those that were less coordinated than the Republic flotilla were equally destroyed.
As the battle wound to its climax and the Republic Withdrew the Tycho's began to release more than just missiles. Swarm after swarm of Seraphim droids flew from the arms of the massive star like ships, thousands of them pouring into space.
This time the AI said nothing, no taunts, no hidden messages it just fired again and again as the Republic withdrew into Kuats shield zones. The Tycho's shifted over and over again, revealing more missile tubes to fire from. The infected ships continued their fire as well, tearing apart whatever ships they could reach.
The battle had become less of a battle and more of a retreating massacre. Hundreds of smaller ships were utterly decimated, those that were less coordinated than the Republic flotilla were equally destroyed.
As the battle wound to its climax and the Republic Withdrew the Tycho's began to release more than just missiles. Swarm after swarm of Seraphim droids flew from the arms of the massive star like ships, thousands of them pouring into space.
Darron Wraith
Honor | Duty | Courage
"No, we will not fight. This isn't a fight at all, it's a massacre."
Darron got off the holo-array, and started to head towards the controls of the ship. As blasts rocked the frigate, he could feel lives being lost in the rear of the ship. Pausing only momentarily to nod to Ben and Rosa, he stood in front of everyone as blasts rocked the vessel.
"We are hopelessly outnumbered, and Rosa I gave you an order to go. When we reach Tython and leave, you will be officially reprimanded for not following it. As for everyone else on this ship, fire on our pursuers, and get out of the range of their jamming signal so we can make the jump. Our world doesn't show up on star maps, only Force-user's can make the jump so we have some time. Am I clear?"
If there were ever a time when frustration showed itself on the GrandMaster's face, now was the time. All around him he could feel lives being snuffed out, and he wasn't pleased with how his love had listened to him. Deep down he knew he wouldn't reprimand her, but he needed to at least save face infront of the Order. There was a war going on, he could honestly say he had forgotten about the order. He just didn't want to lose her, or anyone for that matter, but especially her. I'm not mad at you I promise, but your life matters and if I give an order. You can't think of me as Darron, I am the GrandMaster. Getting his thoughts straightened out, the Jedi turned to the front of the ship to watch the explosions and do what little he could. On the ground he had no peer, here in a starship his life could be ended as easily as everyone else's.
Can we please hurry? We're like sitting ducks here.
Darron got off the holo-array, and started to head towards the controls of the ship. As blasts rocked the frigate, he could feel lives being lost in the rear of the ship. Pausing only momentarily to nod to Ben and Rosa, he stood in front of everyone as blasts rocked the vessel.
"We are hopelessly outnumbered, and Rosa I gave you an order to go. When we reach Tython and leave, you will be officially reprimanded for not following it. As for everyone else on this ship, fire on our pursuers, and get out of the range of their jamming signal so we can make the jump. Our world doesn't show up on star maps, only Force-user's can make the jump so we have some time. Am I clear?"
If there were ever a time when frustration showed itself on the GrandMaster's face, now was the time. All around him he could feel lives being snuffed out, and he wasn't pleased with how his love had listened to him. Deep down he knew he wouldn't reprimand her, but he needed to at least save face infront of the Order. There was a war going on, he could honestly say he had forgotten about the order. He just didn't want to lose her, or anyone for that matter, but especially her. I'm not mad at you I promise, but your life matters and if I give an order. You can't think of me as Darron, I am the GrandMaster. Getting his thoughts straightened out, the Jedi turned to the front of the ship to watch the explosions and do what little he could. On the ground he had no peer, here in a starship his life could be ended as easily as everyone else's.
Can we please hurry? We're like sitting ducks here.
It was a numbers game. And those Tycho vessels were puzzling Flint greatly. They seemed to exceed all expectations. This was good Intel. Brutal. But good.
"Sir?"
"...I know Helmsman. This isn't a fair fight. Tell the Kuat'y Government it's over. They have until their Shields fall. I can't buy them any more time."
Brutal.
"Another wave of missiles. The Cloud is only mitigating damage sir. The Cruisers can't endure this forever."
"...Get the ships inside the Lock. Then tell Station Eleven to drop the Shield."
"Critical ships sir?"
"...Bring them planetside and help with the evacuation. Just drop them at the nearest City Center and start loading. We don't have time for anything fancy."
"But the infected?"
"...The Boat Captains know how to do their job Coms-man. Killing droids and robots ain't hard."
"The reserve Fleets are enroute. Estimating their arrival point now."
"...Good. As soon as we hit thirty seconds to arrival tell Elven to lift the first Lock. We'll charge them and help mask the others exit into Kuat'y space."
"Sir?"
"...Tell Hammond to arm our Concussion Missiles for a Proximity Detonation. We'll mitigate their missiles by blowing them up the old fashioned way. All we have to do is lead from the tip of the Spear. Line everybody up Helmsman. Last push comes soon."
Flint frowned and squinted behind his helmet. He knew what Fleet moral was like right now. Everyone knew this wasn't a fight you could win. Every single Captain was asking himself right now, "Do I still want to follow orders and die?"
All Flint could do was lead from the front and hope that when that shield went down again? ...That they would have the guts to follow him into hell.
"Sir?"
"...I know Helmsman. This isn't a fair fight. Tell the Kuat'y Government it's over. They have until their Shields fall. I can't buy them any more time."
Brutal.
"Another wave of missiles. The Cloud is only mitigating damage sir. The Cruisers can't endure this forever."
"...Get the ships inside the Lock. Then tell Station Eleven to drop the Shield."
"Critical ships sir?"
"...Bring them planetside and help with the evacuation. Just drop them at the nearest City Center and start loading. We don't have time for anything fancy."
"But the infected?"
"...The Boat Captains know how to do their job Coms-man. Killing droids and robots ain't hard."
"The reserve Fleets are enroute. Estimating their arrival point now."
"...Good. As soon as we hit thirty seconds to arrival tell Elven to lift the first Lock. We'll charge them and help mask the others exit into Kuat'y space."
"Sir?"
"...Tell Hammond to arm our Concussion Missiles for a Proximity Detonation. We'll mitigate their missiles by blowing them up the old fashioned way. All we have to do is lead from the tip of the Spear. Line everybody up Helmsman. Last push comes soon."
Flint frowned and squinted behind his helmet. He knew what Fleet moral was like right now. Everyone knew this wasn't a fight you could win. Every single Captain was asking himself right now, "Do I still want to follow orders and die?"
All Flint could do was lead from the front and hope that when that shield went down again? ...That they would have the guts to follow him into hell.
Ben Watts
I Am No One
Things were certainly grim, but Ben was not allowed to panic, not now. A look of determination was plastered on his face as he followed behind Darron. He did not comment when the younger Jedi spoke against his orders, he could not help but notice that Darron seemed to have a vested interest in the girl, it was none of his business so he ignored it. As they approached the front of the ship Ben glanced out the windows to notice some of the Republic ships lining up for what seemed like a counter attack. Were they really going to try and fight them head on? It was a suicide mission. For a brief moment he admired them, but at the same time, he mourned the loss that was sure to come. He wished he could stay and help, be aboard one of their ships, his battle meditation would aide them greatly. But even with his added boost he was sure they would not be able to survive the encounter.
"It seems as if Flint and company are going to buy us some time." Ben stated as he stood beside Darron. There was obvious sadness in his voice, the Supreme Commander was as good a leader as any, but Ben feared they had no hope even with the experience of Flint on their ships. "We will only have a small window to make the jump," Ben looked at Darron with determination, he believed in Darron, he would get them all home safe. At least those that were still alive. "May the force guide us all."
"It seems as if Flint and company are going to buy us some time." Ben stated as he stood beside Darron. There was obvious sadness in his voice, the Supreme Commander was as good a leader as any, but Ben feared they had no hope even with the experience of Flint on their ships. "We will only have a small window to make the jump," Ben looked at Darron with determination, he believed in Darron, he would get them all home safe. At least those that were still alive. "May the force guide us all."
Verz Horak
Darjetii Kyramud
As the assault intensified, the Mandalorian fleet, small as its presence at Kuat was, fought as hard as an armada. The ships shredded through the samller infected ships, and scoring critical damage on some smaller ones. Verz stood on the bride of the flagship, giving orders. The firepower from the Mandalorian ahips was impressive, but all of them knew that it would not hold back the sheer numbers of droids. Verz nodded at the ship's captain. The Mandalorian opened a comm channel to @[member="Flint Pherson"] .
"My ships will help cover your evacuation and retreat. We'll give these damned droids the worst night of their lives up here."
Verz then turned back to the view screen, ordering his ships to form a protective line just inside of Kuat's planetary shield.
"My ships will help cover your evacuation and retreat. We'll give these damned droids the worst night of their lives up here."
Verz then turned back to the view screen, ordering his ships to form a protective line just inside of Kuat's planetary shield.
Valik
Professor of Alchemy
Valik evaded shot after shot as he dove into Republic Forces. The ships could be seemingly destroyed and then merely reform from it’s scattered parts. An ingenious design, one that normally wasn’t pursued because of the lack of pilots, and as well as the massive remote servers that would be needed to contain such a device. Nanite’s weren’t something new to Valik, he had studied them and their uses before but ultimately gave up on the project. There was simply no way to easily store all of the data necessary for reforming in each individual nantie, and making a server with the data and consistently streaming the data over to each individual nanite through lightyears worth of distance . . . Omni’s central core and processors had to be planet-sized by now. There was no way Omni could store the data for the construction of each of his droids, stream each and every one consistently through the galaxy, and his servers be anything less.
Hmm . . . if Omni was a planet then destroying him would be difficult. Planet-destroying devices had been around for centuries, millennia if you counted the mass-shadow generator of old times. Such machines required lots of resources, effort, and time to be put in their construction, and organic life didn’t have time. Especially if Omni ever found out organics were creating such a device, it wouldn’t be like he would just let them build it in their spare time. Perhaps if Valik used an easier-
Boom Valik’s tie fighter shook as it took a hit from a quad-laser. Valik couldn’t afford to get distracted. “This is Sith Scientist Warren Valik. I am not infected and I am requesting docking permission.” Valik broadcasted to the nearest Republic ship not wanting to take a stand, using a few workarounds to make the signal less trackable. Omni would find the signal, but not immediately, or at least not instantaneously. Valik dodged around and fired off a few shots, trying to take down Clockwork fighters, show his allegiance to organic life, and overall just survive.
Still no answer came from the Republic ship. “This is Warren Valik. I am not infected and requesting docking permission.” Valik said as a shot chipped one of his wings. Ultimately, as they were in space and gravitational and wind interference was minimal the chipped wing didn’t matter as much as one thought it would, but it still lowered his maneuverability considerably. He’d be a sitting duck if he took another hit like that. “I am not infected and requesting docking permission.” Valik got on the coms again, trying this third workaround to see if the Republic would finally get his signal. The docking bay doors of the ship opened, and three fighters came out to assist him. He could tell they were Jedi. Besides the calm Force Signature they put out they also had reflexes that too fast for normal pilots to experience.
As Valik began docking procedures he installed a virus on the system of the TIE fighter he was using. They could try to extract data from his ship, but what they got would be garbled and Valik would have information of anything in the system they tried to hack it with. Valik considered it a fair trade. “Leave your vehicle with your hands up.” Valik heard then laughed. He pressed a button to open the starfighter and saw four republic troopers and three Jedi. The Jedi had sabers in their hands, but unignited. The soldiers however, all had their eyes and their rifles trained straight on Valik.
“So tell me soldier, what is the name of this ship?” Valik said as he planted a simple mind trick in the one with the dullest force signature.
“This is the Teferi, Flagship of the Jedi"
Hmm . . . if Omni was a planet then destroying him would be difficult. Planet-destroying devices had been around for centuries, millennia if you counted the mass-shadow generator of old times. Such machines required lots of resources, effort, and time to be put in their construction, and organic life didn’t have time. Especially if Omni ever found out organics were creating such a device, it wouldn’t be like he would just let them build it in their spare time. Perhaps if Valik used an easier-
Boom Valik’s tie fighter shook as it took a hit from a quad-laser. Valik couldn’t afford to get distracted. “This is Sith Scientist Warren Valik. I am not infected and I am requesting docking permission.” Valik broadcasted to the nearest Republic ship not wanting to take a stand, using a few workarounds to make the signal less trackable. Omni would find the signal, but not immediately, or at least not instantaneously. Valik dodged around and fired off a few shots, trying to take down Clockwork fighters, show his allegiance to organic life, and overall just survive.
Still no answer came from the Republic ship. “This is Warren Valik. I am not infected and requesting docking permission.” Valik said as a shot chipped one of his wings. Ultimately, as they were in space and gravitational and wind interference was minimal the chipped wing didn’t matter as much as one thought it would, but it still lowered his maneuverability considerably. He’d be a sitting duck if he took another hit like that. “I am not infected and requesting docking permission.” Valik got on the coms again, trying this third workaround to see if the Republic would finally get his signal. The docking bay doors of the ship opened, and three fighters came out to assist him. He could tell they were Jedi. Besides the calm Force Signature they put out they also had reflexes that too fast for normal pilots to experience.
As Valik began docking procedures he installed a virus on the system of the TIE fighter he was using. They could try to extract data from his ship, but what they got would be garbled and Valik would have information of anything in the system they tried to hack it with. Valik considered it a fair trade. “Leave your vehicle with your hands up.” Valik heard then laughed. He pressed a button to open the starfighter and saw four republic troopers and three Jedi. The Jedi had sabers in their hands, but unignited. The soldiers however, all had their eyes and their rifles trained straight on Valik.
“So tell me soldier, what is the name of this ship?” Valik said as he planted a simple mind trick in the one with the dullest force signature.
“This is the Teferi, Flagship of the Jedi"
Darron Wraith
Honor | Duty | Courage
"Sir, we have picked up an escaping tie fighter. What are your orders?"
Darron was so enthralled with the destruction of the battle that he barely paid the soldier any mind at first. Then he realized that they may have just let a sleeper agent for Omni on board. Turning to address the man, he made sure his tone left no mystery as to his meaning. "I want him quarantined and scanned for nanites immediately do you hear me? Do the same with his ship, and for Force's sake disarm him and let him touch no one."
"Sir, yes sir."
Turning back to the battle, that was growing smaller by the minute. Darron began to pace to the very front by the pilot. "How long until we can make the jump pilot?" A nervous voice responded, "fifteen seconds sir." "Good, just keep it steady and we will be at Tython within the better part of a day." Darron walked back to his post on the bridge, and stood in-between Rosa and Ben. The Grandmaster crossed his heavily muscled arms behind his back, as he tried his best to send out calming waves to the crew who were clearly barely holding it together. Between the mass destruction they where witnessing, to the ships that seemed to repair the damage inflicted. The morale of all those on board was low, and even further out he could feel the one thing he didn't want to feel.
Hope was being lost.
"Sir, we are making the jump now!"
The battle faded into bright lights around the viewports as the ship accelerated to lightspeed. They had managed to survive the onslaught, but for how much longer could they keep running? This attack only highlighted the need for them to find a solution, they couldn't run like this forever. Who honestly would? The deaths in the Force could still be felt even as they covered a great distance quickly, luckily Tython could only be reached by using the Force. How long will that protect us from Omni? Those thoughts kept racing through Darron's mind as he knew he wouldn't be able to hide, nor would the Jedi. Their duty was to protect all life, and soon they would all spread out across the corners of the galaxy to find a solution to Omni. He soon addressed all those on the bridge as he regained his calm, and centered himself within the Force.
"We can not give up, I know the machines overwhelmed us. Eventually though, we will find a solution. Do not lose hope am I clear?"
Darron was so enthralled with the destruction of the battle that he barely paid the soldier any mind at first. Then he realized that they may have just let a sleeper agent for Omni on board. Turning to address the man, he made sure his tone left no mystery as to his meaning. "I want him quarantined and scanned for nanites immediately do you hear me? Do the same with his ship, and for Force's sake disarm him and let him touch no one."
"Sir, yes sir."
Turning back to the battle, that was growing smaller by the minute. Darron began to pace to the very front by the pilot. "How long until we can make the jump pilot?" A nervous voice responded, "fifteen seconds sir." "Good, just keep it steady and we will be at Tython within the better part of a day." Darron walked back to his post on the bridge, and stood in-between Rosa and Ben. The Grandmaster crossed his heavily muscled arms behind his back, as he tried his best to send out calming waves to the crew who were clearly barely holding it together. Between the mass destruction they where witnessing, to the ships that seemed to repair the damage inflicted. The morale of all those on board was low, and even further out he could feel the one thing he didn't want to feel.
Hope was being lost.
"Sir, we are making the jump now!"
The battle faded into bright lights around the viewports as the ship accelerated to lightspeed. They had managed to survive the onslaught, but for how much longer could they keep running? This attack only highlighted the need for them to find a solution, they couldn't run like this forever. Who honestly would? The deaths in the Force could still be felt even as they covered a great distance quickly, luckily Tython could only be reached by using the Force. How long will that protect us from Omni? Those thoughts kept racing through Darron's mind as he knew he wouldn't be able to hide, nor would the Jedi. Their duty was to protect all life, and soon they would all spread out across the corners of the galaxy to find a solution to Omni. He soon addressed all those on the bridge as he regained his calm, and centered himself within the Force.
"We can not give up, I know the machines overwhelmed us. Eventually though, we will find a solution. Do not lose hope am I clear?"
Davin Jusik
TIE Bomber LT- DREX
The moment the Sith had turned and alerted the droid fleet Davin and the Sergeant followed emergency protocols and entered the bridge before locking it's heavy door behind them. The protocol called for Davin and the Sergeant to protect the commander of the ship at all costs.
Luckily, Moff Hammerstein had also made it aboard the Teferi before he was either destroyed by the Droids, or left in the dust after they made their way into hyperspace. He'd consider himself lucky, but the fact that he was on a Republic ship and he was an Imperial Moff kinda pissed all over that fact. Slowly but surely Sergio exited his fighter and made it to the hanger floor, using his cane for support as he approached the Republic soldiers, offering up no resistance as he knew that it would be counter productive to his hopeful return to Sith space. At least... he hoped they'd return him to the Sith Empire, he heard about what happened to POWs, well, he wouldn't technically be a POW since they weren't at war. But old scars ran deep, and their former Emperor did run the previous Grand Master of the Jedi through with a sword.
Kamon's OOC
Well-Known Member
"Gravity well is cleared."
"Jump."
The stars outside elongated into long streaks of white and then solidified into whiteness around them. The IFAS jumped to hyperspace and was gone from Kuat, not to return anytime soon. They jumped a ways out into the void, and then came back out of hyperspace. There, they turned and plotted another jump which would take them to Eshan. They needed to get back home.
"Jump."
The stars outside elongated into long streaks of white and then solidified into whiteness around them. The IFAS jumped to hyperspace and was gone from Kuat, not to return anytime soon. They jumped a ways out into the void, and then came back out of hyperspace. There, they turned and plotted another jump which would take them to Eshan. They needed to get back home.
