A New Alliance (Liberation of Sullust)

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

After she checked to make sure Jerek was alright, the girl went back inside. Damien gave him a hard time, but she felt no need to intervene. Nothing Damien said was a problem, they were all lessons Jerek needed to learn for his survival. She swept the building top to bottom, made sure there were no surprises that would come back to haunt them later. Once her quick once over was done, she unclipped her helmet, and set it to the side. The extra data was nice, but, this new suit was still a tad overwhelming when compared to her beskar'garm. There was simply so many more capabilities, so much more information. It got hectic.

When the older Jedi mentioned food, she laughed. He reminded her of how she handled her clones during the waiting phases during their missions. It was similar, you had to keep people relaxed, and in good spirits. It made the wait a lot less tense, and if you could avoid the brooding, and the over thinking, you won the mental aspect of the battle.

Soon, Jerek made his way over to her, and it wasn't long before his lips were pressed to hers, and his strong arms wrapped around her. There was no bashfulness as he touched her, and looked at her, instead, her arms simply wrapped around his neck, and she kissed back tenderly. When his lips moved away a bit, she leaned forward and rubbed her nose to his gently. “Haha, honestly the suit is a beast. There is so much more information, and capabilities and things to constantly think about while in it. I'm still trying to get used to it.”

Her head tilts to the side, allowing her messy helmet hair to fall into her face. “Mmm, it was standard. Distracted and took out rear guard, opened path for both of us to enter, disguised so that no one knew anything was wrong until we were already on top of them. No deaths. Everything worked like clockwork...and wait.” Allya's brow furrowed and her nose scrunched up.

“Wait. HE CRASHED A SPEEDER WITH YOU IN IT?!” For a brief moment her anger was clearly felt through the force. Even the taozin amulet's built into her armor didn't hide it. However, she took a deep breath, and let it out, releasing it. Jerek was fine, he was in her arms, he was safe and secure. But she would have to watch this master more closely. Fingers reached out, and brushed his cheek. As she caressed his cheek, her lips sought out his once more, and she kissed him, to help release more of that negative emotion.

As Jerek's eyes went back onto her the teen blushed a bit but didn't attempt to pull away. It was flattering to her. How many times had her own eyes sought out and admired him in the same way? However, his next statement made her eyes go wide, and then they sparkled with mischief. Oh this boy. She hugged him close, and pressed her nose to his nose, and gazed into his eyes. “You naughty boy. Later Cyar'ika, later.” Her silken voice was quiet, just for him. The warrior, the commando, she knew the mission was not over yet. They still had so much left to do, but he was tempting. So very tempting. Through the force, her mind was wrapped around his and she was very much aware of his emotions, his desires. The girl coughed but didn't pull away as she contemplated her options.

Okay. Work first, responsibility, saving the universe, all that. Her head pulled away from his after one more quick peck. “Okay! Food time!” Allya pulled away from his embrace, quite reluctantly, and moved over to Damian. Either she pulled now, or there would be no way for her mind to work on the task at hand!

[member="Jerek Zenduu"] | @@Damian Starchaser | [member="Yula Perl"]​

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The control station wasn’t terrible far from where they landed. Starchaser made a point to get his ship and his team down as close as he could to the objective. Spear was going to have to knock the power out while Sword did their thing, But the major concern for the Jedi Master was getting their angels in the sky. Once he saw a few more Mon Calamari cruisers in orbit? He’d feel infinitely better about their chances to hold the world. The Force was bending the blaster bolts towards Starchaser and keeping them away from the majority of his team. The lightsaber was doing what it could to deflect them on back.

Calling the Force to him, Coren extinguished his blade and threw the Force out away from him and his team, knocking the foes back with a kinetic blast of the Force. Shaking his head, he looked around. Pointing at one of his Sullustan lieutenants, one who had been with his units since the waning days of the Alliance, he nodded. “Get that comm tower re-programmed. Once we shut down those stations, I’m having you call in the Admiral.”

The Sullustan gave him a nod. “Yes sir.” And ordered two of the near humans in his group to cover him as he got down and popped open the control panel.

“Mishel, could really use some back up, kid.” He stated over the commlink to [member="Mishel Kryze"]. He ran forward towards the control station, and some of his soldiers were already shooting inside, but getting repelled by the soldiers inside. Time to fix that.

“Got six inside, sir, and that damned EWEB.” The soldier called as Starchaser activated his lightsaber again.

Closing his eyes, Coren picked up a durasteel plate and hurled it inside, at the EWEB. Stepping forward, he swung the saber to reflect blaster bolts back, at soldiers and panels, going for the control hub.

“Anyone else?” He asked as the call went to his team.

Fleet was open.

[member="Mazik Stazi"]
[member="Kahne Porte"]
[member="Miri O’Hare"]
[member="Krenis Skirata"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Asmeru
Allies: [member="Mazik Stazi"] [member="Silara Varis"]
Enemies: FO remnants, Sharukans, Ssu-ruuvi

"These three enemy fleets didn't react to us; I would have expected two of them to focus on us by now"

"Who?" a Nagai sensor technician asked.

"The First Order and the Sharukans. On the one hand, Therapy Command is a name that strikes fear in many among the FO Navy, on the other..."

Now it appeared the First Order was everyone's target at this point, with the Sharukans and Ssu-ruuvi alike focusing on the FO's topside and forward arcs. Especially these reptiles; the Sharukans may attempt to flank, but the FO made their two-dimensional bed, and were about to sleep in it. Yet, that meant only one thing: whatever interdictors she did have on hand, were to be placed against the largest Sharukans and FO targets involved in this scorpion maneuver. After the squadron departed. But there was only one opportunity to make this count, before the enemy would return fire: that was just like Tartarus. And yet, there was the possibility that Sharukans would absorb fire intended for the FO or Ssu-ruuvi, or from the FO or Ssu-ruuvi. They truly were in a delicate position right now... and the main game between these three powers was afoot. On the first volley, it was still mostly the Sharukans and the FO that got hit from underneath them, as a result of a somewhat shallow angle simply because the sluggishness of the flagship limited the dive angles that could be taken.

 

[Yula Perl]

Everything went about as well as it could have, at least on Yula and Allya’s end.

“Prettiest one in the room as always, aintcha Uncle Damian?” She gave the man a lopsided grin while rigging the drill, making sure to carefully assemble the pieces as she’d practiced. Yula had used this type of equipment before, but never was the one responsible for putting them together.

Her teasing was diverted by food, which was an unexpected yet entirely welcome sight. The Zeltron often spent days aboard her ship, eating those pre-packaged meals that you heated up, or ration bars.

“I could go for a bantha steak right about now…” She made no move to hide the fact that she was eyeing up what he’d brought, but her attention was partially on the pair of reunited lovebirds. Yula wasn’t quite sure who the young man was, but had assumed that he was an associate of Damian’s.

“If you guys are gonna get cozy, maybe go behind one of those crates, yeah? I think I’ve got a spare rubber on me somewhere…”

[member="Jerek Zenduu"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"] | [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]

 

[Van Bri'tsyd]

STRIKE FORCE SWORD
SULLUST SYSTEM - ZERO HOUR
First Order Station - Ice Lords

[member="Rayf Vigil"] - [member="Coren Starchaser"]​

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The fighting had been slow and tedius, hall by hall, room by room, EMP grenade to disable the automated defences. Random First Order droids dispatched as soon as they arrived, and a few well trained storm troopers fighting bravely but in too small numbers to hold back the magma and furry of the 32nd.

"Sir command is reporting we have company on the way."

"Feth knew this was too easy, right it looks like we will have to do this the hard way. Take up defensive positions, everyone bunker down and be ready. They are going to try and push us back but we need to hold, we are not far from command and control, if we hold they will be out of reserves."

He hoped commander Starchaser was having more luck, if they couldn't get to their objective, they at least could keep the FO off him.

 

[Griet van Vliet]

With the Ren falling prey to plasma burns, the rest of the detachment returned fire to avenge his death. Which also prompted Griet to take cover; she knew that striking first was an advantage in a situation like this; there were tons of deaths that occurred before the FO could even return fire. However, since the resistance had no equipment on hand to jam their communications, the enemy called in reinforcements. That she would think would require her and her raiding party to move quickly before any reinforcements could arrive. Yet, the FO had to answer many distress calls and they couldn't be everywhere at once. And the limited carrying capacity is a major limitation in their ability to actually make use of the dead FO stormtroopers for the purpose of resupplying the resistance cell. Griet could sense that she needed to get out as fast as possible, since reinforcements were closing in on them. But not without leaving behind a lot of enemy corpses with the unsalvageable equipment. That ought to be enough to claim bounties on, she thought, while the cell leader's orders came.

"Move, move! Loot all you can but we must get out of here!" the cell leader ordered.

 

[Rayf Vigil]

TR-20 X-WING​

STRIKE FORCE SWORD​

SULLUST SYSTEM​

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"Lead, you reading this?"

"Yeah I see it," Rayf glanced down at his shipboard sensor to confirm, "All wings, form up for bombing runs. Load ion torpedoes, maximum spread."

R9 hooted excitedly, and the corellian nodded in agreement, "You said it, R9. Looks like the ground team gets a free round!"

The First Order's interdiction platform had lost its redundant layer of deflector shielding, a remotely projected security precaution that had made any direct assault a losing proposition. But now the Keeper was exposed, and with unexpected reinforcements from the Third Fleet survivors they had at least temporarily established fighter superiority in orbit. The rest of Sword Wing formed up behind him, and Commander Vigil led his pilots once more into the breach on an attack course. He bobbed and weaved his ship through a flurry of oncoming las fire, but any remaining TIEs that sought to form a defense screen were swept away by overwhelming Alliance firepower.

"Switching to...targeting computer," Rayf drawled, activating the TR-20's augmented reality display, "Stay on target."

An X-Wing on his flank erupted into flames. He couldn't afford to tear his gaze away, but hoped that [member="Cuan Kunn"] was still with him.

"Almost there..."

On instinct he pulsed the starfighter's quad lasers, and neatly picked off an enemy interceptor arcing through his firing solution. Another kill for Rogue Leader.

"Almost there..."

His surroundings grew more and more frenetic, the rebel ace could almost sense their desperation to hold his strike force off.

"Bombs away!" Rayf cried out in exultation, launching his own payload and following the missiles as they streaked away into the void.

Little engine plumes gleamed in a dazzlingly display of lights as dozens more followed suit. It wouldn't be enough to knock the station out of commission for good, but they didn't need to. All they needed to do was bring its main reactor offline just for a few moments, just long enough to force a gravity well shutdown and open a window for the waiting rebel fleet. The first wave of torpedoes erupted along the orbital platform's outer hull, sending an equally vibrant electric shockwave. One by one the Keeper's lights dimmed and winked out until the entire station had gone dark.

"Rogue Leader to Control. Bangarang. I repeat, bangarang."

 

[Mazik Stazi]

NEMO'S REVENGE​

ALLIANCE CORE FLEET​

SULLUST SYSTEM​

[member="Silara Varis"] | [member="Cody Bantam"]​

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"Rogue Leader to Control. Bangarang. I repeat, bangarang."

"That's the signal," Commander Bashir nodded in agreement, his bulbous amphibian eyes blinking excitedly, "Admiral Stazi!"

"Has the jump been plotted? Engine status?" after receiving final confirmations, the duros flag officer nodded solemnly, "Very well. Send a message fleetwide, execute jump."

A rift in space and time was torn apart before their eyes and points of light became starlines as the Nemo's Revenge successfully transitioned into hyperspace. Mazik could feel a faint shudder in the deck beneath him, a familiar sensation which had always provided him some comfort. It was good to remember that all of this was real, waging war with all the modern comforts the bridge of a starship provided could leave one feeling disconnected from reality if they let it.

"We're almost home," Bashir noted, subtly prompting the admiral for his own thoughts.

"There's still work to be done yet," Mazik reminded his first officer, fixing the Mon Cal with a narrow eyed stare, "Has Sword Wing's sensor data on the Imperial orbital defense net been fed into our tactical stations?"

"Yes, sir. Gunnery teams are standing by to clear a beachhead so our first wave of surface reinforcement can drop safely."

"Anything new on long range sensors?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Negative," the commander shook his head, "Looks like Alliance Intel was right about Dosuun."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Admiral Stazi frowned, still not quite willing to believe that the foe he had spent years hating was falling apart before his eyes.

"That just leaves the local picket force," Bashir changed the subject.

It wasn't much. Just a handful of star destroyers, and dozens of corvettes and attack frigates. Still enough to give what was left of his Core Fleet a run for their money, but with the Third Fleet now fighting at their side even the pessimist in him was starting to believe that his first officer might be right. Today was the day that they took back a piece of their homeland. The jump from Malastare to Sullust was not long ago, and soon enough Mazik was gazing up at the countdown displayed above the Revenge's main viewport.

Commander Bashir dutifully conducted the final count, "Landing in three...two...one...mark."

The Revenge exploded back into realspace, and seconds later the rest of the Alliance Navy emerged in perfect formation all around it.

"Target any defense satellites in range and open fire," Mazik jabbed an accusatory finger at the bridge's tactical station, "Send the evac signal to our troops in orbit, and prepare to blow that station to hell. Commander?"

"Launching all fighters," the Mon Cal relayed, "Deflector shields up, full power routed to weapons."

He placed a hand on Bashir's shoulder, startling his fellow officer with a rare display of affection.

"Its good to be back."

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian sat as the drill did its work, and charred various bits of food for the group. There was something about these kind of operations that always made him hungry, the waiting, boredom, or perhaps just the anticipation of excitement ahead. As he looked at the assembled youths he suppressed a smile, it wasn't good to let the kids know you were having a good time, had to project an air of confidence and experience. The drill did its work as the little tractor beam brought the refuge up and deposited it upon the ground in the warehouse. This went on for some time with limited needed interference from the group of infiltrators, although a few of their number fiddled with the mechanism from time to time. Then it hit metal, the ceiling of the facility.

The lasers power had to be increased now as they began to cut through the ceiling. It only took a minute before a large circular piece of metal was flying across the room the tractor beam moving it with a purpose. The large machine lurched and spasmed quickly reacting to the weight of the metal before buckling with a few sparks. The tractor beam shut off dropping the weight of t he metal ceiling. Damian reacted quickly reached out with his mind grabbing it. With the force he moved the slab and gently placed it on the ground. Silently Damian hooked up a line and tested it with two pulls. "Alright, we're going to repel down," he said needlessly, the group knew the plan, and now they were ready for it. If they could get in and get the data without a fight that would be optimal but Damian assumed the group of them would only be able to bluff themselves so far. "Right so be careful when you go down," he said before simply jumping off the side down the hole ignoring the line.

He landed nearly silently on the ground below and looked around before standing up and adjusting his tie on his suit. Looking around he saw no guards and quickly put on his best smile before looking up and giving the all clear thumbs up to the others.

[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Jerek Zenduu"] [member="Yula Perl"]