A Poke in the Eyeball (ATTN: The Ancient Eye - OPEN)

Itash Mecetti · Jan 17, 2018

Aboard the Gossamer: [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="Miko Spar"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Tristram Senan"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Laira Darkhold"]
Direct: [member="Kaida Taldir"]
The Other Guys: @Mythos | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="The Matador"] | @Ra’a’mah | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="Kiso"]
Soon: [member="Kainan Wolfe"]
Objective: Boarding. Why does it always have to be boarding?

Hands tightened more, if possible, just for a moment.

Boarding was almost worse than sitting put in a capital ship under fire as far as Itash was concerned. Why? Because at least when you were in a capital ship the hull was thicker than about two pinky toes. Out there they'd be sitting in a small brick, right when everyone was throwing out flak, starfighters fragging each other and other nonsense you didn't have to worry about when you had amazing, beautiful ground beneath your boots.

"Your money, Merrill." A nod and then the Tapani forced himself off the chair. Someone piped up, he looked past a gaggle of crewmembers and noticed a... her ears were pointy.

Elf?

This Galaxy was insane sometimes.

"Sure, why not." Tash retorted before holding up for a minute, so she could catch up, then continuing his track out of the bridge. "I assume you got a specialty in the Force?" Once they were in the elevator. Barely making conversation, this was basically the bare minimum they needed to know, if they didn't want to get each other killed out... there... cold.. void of space.

Feth me.

Seras Rose · Jan 17, 2018

As the battle slowly started to begin Seras was bombarded by reports of ships dropping in. Were this not the case she might have thought more about how the commander was acting, but with how much her attention was being demanded she did not. The task force of [member="Laira Darkhold"] dropping into real space and it's actions were reported as the two lumbering Angramar's slowly made their way after the S.S.Gossamer. The Gossamer was Seras's focus, the TIE/Reapears that deployed from it temporarily forming a screen in the space between the two ships, waiting to see how they would respond while the heavier attack shuttles disembarked and formed up. There were also reports of something happening ground side, but she put repots from the ground on hold unless they were exceptional urgency. "Supporters of insurgents have made their way into our space." Seras said moments after Wolfe's open message was heard by all on the bridge.

Kainan Wolfe said:
"Attention, Gossamer and its fleet. We have determined that you are here to support vile terrorists such as the Hand of Light. Know this, your captains have brought you here to die for an organization of religious fanatics which makes use of suicide bombings, hostage takings, assassinations and human shield tactics, targeting defenseless civilians like the cowards that they are. Your illegal military incursion into our space, constitutes an act of war. As such, I am giving you this chance to surrender. Despite your vile actions, any vessel that powers down its weapons and transmits a surrender message, shall be granted quarter. For any of those choosing to continue fighting, despite knowing what I just told you, there will be no mercy. We have no sympathy for those who support and engage in acts of terrorism."

"As for how we shall respond..." Seras said, taking a long breath and closing her right eye, her left hand resting a finger on her eyepatch for a moment as she thought, felt, the moment. What should they do, how should they react right now. After a moment she made that choice, nodding silently to herself as Seras made her choice. "We hold here, they will come to us. If you wish to be of help, defend this vessel with blade and blaster." Her choice was not thoughtlessly made, Seras had gotten a few more detailed reports on the ship Jorus Merrill rode in on. It was primarily a big, bulky hauler. Though it was similar in size to a Star Destroyer, its fire power was lacking for the task of ship on ship combat. Therefore the theaters of this battle would be focused on fighters boarding, not big fleets against big fleets, at least for Seras in dealing with the Gossamer. With this in mind, Seras would quickly go through a few commands for their fighters. They were reogranized into two parts, half would lurk around the two Pyramid ships and defend them from any bomber attacks while the other half would defend the JV-9 Escort Shuttles. Seras had more in mind but now was not the time to put that into action.

Seras had been preparing to say something else to the Warrant Officer in charge of the Marines, but something caught her attention. It was getting cold. Colder then it should. Sound seemed to drown out as she realized this and focused on this feeling. Her instincts told her to pay attention to it. Something was going on, something was about to happen and she did not know what it was. But Seras did know it needed her attention, what ever this disturbance was. At first she thought it was perhaps some force user aboard the Gossamer, but that did not seem quite right. She did not feel the tell tale signs of battle meditation, she had felt its effects before. This was not it. "Be on guard." Seras said simply to the Warrant Officer while she focused on the feeling and her eyes were drawn to Commander Reece.

As Seras was distracted by the odd sensation, the Fighters of the two Angramar Pyramid ships would be splitting into two parts. One half flew patrols around the Angramar's, while the second flew guard around the twenty JV-9 shuttles which were waiting for any shuttles and boarding craft. They were ready for the attack, but was the enemy ready for it?

Two Angramar Pyramid Ships (100/100), (100/100)

Eight Tie/Reaper Squadrons (96/96)

Twenty JV-9 Escort Shuttles[Flying in squadrons of 5] (20/20)

Orbital Defense Cannons, Turbolaser Based (2)

[member="Soeht"] / [member="Skorvek"] / [member="Jorus Merrill"] / [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] / [member="Miko Spar"] / [member="Itash Mecetti"]

Evoros · Jan 17, 2018

SPACE
[member="Whisper"] | [member="Gauntlet"]

You had better be fething kidding me.

"Oh, gladly."

Evoros doubted she had ever looked less glad.

-

She returned promptly, carrying two cafs and a glare that hadn't moved an inch. Purely for practical reasons, Evoros wasn't the sort who liked to hold a grudge. But, well. She'd call this the exception to prove the rule.

"Your caf," she announced, dropping the mug as she handed it over. If she was hunting Sith at this time of night with a grumpy teenager and a caffeine thief, clearly it was important she found a silver lining.

"We're not close enough. Whatever you're doing, do it faster."

Kalyn Tal'verda · Jan 17, 2018

Lyra was currently on board a corvette which she could not be bothered to remember the name of, she basically just payed a bunch of mercs for use of their ship and crew. Over the past few hours she had managed to somehow fit an extremely powerful 220-Sig Jamming device to the small chassis of a Magi Corvette and was now mere moments away from jumping into the system. Lyra had no investment in this conflict, well atleast, none beyond the large quantity of credits that had been deposited in her account by none other than the Ancient Eye. They wanted her to use her hacking skills to disrupt the enemy fleet formations, but she thought that would be incredibly boring. Lyra hated boredom, so she had other plans.

She was currently lounging on a small couch she had installed on the bridge before they left port (it came free with the jammer). The mercs on the ship looked at her with disdain, the captain cleared his throat.

"Shouldn't you... you know, act with some sense of dignity?" He inquired.

"I probably should but I really dont feel like it. You are in no position to be questioning my methods, im the one paying you after all. Prepare to activate the jammer when we drop out of hyperspace, make sure it's set to broad spectrum. We are gonna spice things up a bit." She replied, getting up from the couch.

Lyra made her way over to the intercom system of the ship, and within a few moments had half disassembled the microphone, before hooking up a small music player to the network. She selected a song, and then right as the small ship dropped from hyperspace, she clicked the play button and a particular song came over the intercom. The crew looked at Lyra with a mix of confusion and disgust. She merely replied "Welcome to the Space Jam"

The crew did as ordered and right as the ship dropped out of hyperspace they flicked on the jammer. The battle was currently on going, with fighters galore battling it out for supremacy. The second the corvette dropped in to the fight most communications would be blocked, regardless of which team they were on, and while some larger vessels might be able to push through, it would definetly require one hell of a ship.

Lyra immediately moved over to the EW console, and began scanning all of the ships in area, she was looking for [member="Jorus Merrill"]'s ship, she was going to attempt to access his files. She wanted to see if she could dig up any dirt, this was how she was "helping" the Ancient Eye, the jammer also weakened the Resistances star fighters, the biggest threat to the ancient eyes capitals, though not that she thought of that at the time.

[member="Kainan Wolfe"] [member="Kyle Raymus"] [member="Smallgrin Ben"] [member="Seras Rose"] [member="Laira Darkhold"] [member="Ever Dawnracer"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

Kaida Taldir · Jan 17, 2018

Location: Aboard the Gossamer.
Allies: The Plucky Rebels
Enemies: Sithies. Soon: [member="Kainan Wolfe"]
[member="Itash Mecetti"]

Barely making conversation suited Kaida just fine. She was taciturn at the best of times. "Cryomancy, telekinesis," her tone was flat when she responded. It was nothing personal against the guy she was apparently teaming up with. She just tended to be that way to almost anyone she talked to. Meh, she really needed to chill a bit. She wore armour and carried herself like a soldier. Pale skin, short blonde hair, bluish lips.

"You?" Earlier, he'd said something about battle meditation. That implied he could play with minds. Kaida lacked the talent for that, preferring more straightforward solutions. Such as stabbing people with blade or ice spears. Or shooting them. The turbolift moved rapidly, taking them from the bridge towards the hangar area.

Soon the lift came to a halt, and the doors opened. By now, plenty of starfighters and freighters had already left the vessel or were in the process of doing so. Outside lay the enemy fleet and the black abyss of space. Hopefully they would not end up being blown into the aforementioned void. Long ago, Kaida had concluded that the heaven the Ashiran priestesses blathered on about was a fraud. Besides, it sounded awfully dull anyway. The duo quickly found a boarding craft.

Riamah · Jan 17, 2018

Even though the Shrouded Republic was a separate entity from the Ancient Eye, there was still some crossover between the two of them. As a founding member of both groups, Ra had to help both. Now she knew of the battles that had happened. Her own part had been small, but what she had done was squash down on the small time troublemakers that took advantage of their takeover. Those that would harm children. Children were the future of the galaxy and their lives needed preserved.

The Anubian that approached her was one that had seen more battle than she had and he wore it proudly. Not getting his wounds tended or healed. Only the strong lived and he would either live or die from what happened to him. Nodding as he approached, she lowered the datapad she was looking at the contained further information on who all was arriving. Everything was still going on in space and when she read the last bit of information she let out a growl.

Salij-Nekt wasn't the cause or fault of her irritation. He asked who came fight and Ra gave him a genuine shoulder shrug before answering.

"I think it's easier to ask who has NOT. Here take a look."

Handing him that datapad, it had all the information he might have wanted. However, like her, he was stuck on the ground. While the troops could assemble and be ready, unless these people actually made it to the ground, they would see no action.

"I ordered the troops to prepare themselves and if you want, you can join them. I highly doubt you're one to stick around pushing papers and gathering information. Take that with you and I'll keep you updated."

[member="Salij-Nekt"]

Gorba the Hutt · Jan 17, 2018

A Chelandion-class cruiser churned through hyperspace toward Nibelungen, accompanied by a large transport and a Kossak-class frigate. Hardly a grand armada, but then [member="Mythos"] had not paid for a grand armada. Two million bought the services of two war ships. Barely.

True, the warlord hadn’t wired Gorba the amounts yet, but even if he didn’t there would probably be some opportunity gain from sending the ships to the system.

Mythos · Jan 17, 2018

Mythos head the call from the mercenaries of the Hutts, one word gave them their answer. "Done."

The ritual.

With the force swirling around him surrounded by Anubian priests of high caste, trained in the arts for decades Mythos began the second phase of his ritual. using the power of his newly acquired soul he began extending his hand to the sky and twirling his fingers in direction to the clouds. The mastery of alter environment was not one he had to sport but with the new power grated to him by that extra soul Mythos was able to use the raw power of the darkside to begin to manipulate the clouds around the entire capital of Angramar to his will. "Dier Tovok! Dashkashin Nevera Tohonki!"

His words were spoken through his voice but also through the force tangibly being felt in the entire system as he used his own skull as an anchor of power to fuel his machinations. His plan was to bend nature, kicking and screaming to his will using only the raw power of the darkside and sith magic but instead of using words of ancient sith Mythos had found it to be not only easier but more powerful to use the dialect of the Malebi of leggo.

One learned tricks and shortcuts when dead.

The sand around the Sith Lord kicked up into a small tornado, centralized in his person but he just kept twirling his hand over and over again focusing on the clouds as they mashed and swirled around one another. It would take a long time but he now had the power to do it, the souls in his control screamed as they were extinguished through the force itself. The ground forces were already massing in position and the more time they were given to prepare and coordinate the more and more resources they began to pull together and acquire as more regiments began to be activated.

The initial Magnus Legion that surrounded him were in essence the elite quick reaction forces that could be activated anywhere between six and twenty four hours for deployment, some were just the troops closest by however the more time passed the more regiments and units began to be activated across the system and their numbers began to swell. More ammo, more water, more food, more equipment and more troops, time was proving to be on his side.

Lightning began to rumble in the distance, Mythos figured that the far storms of the coasts of Mahok bay would prove useful once hos ritual had gained the momentum and power he sought for it to gain. He not only wanted a natural storm to cover his army but one he could control easily and without much effort.... that would take time... time was on his side.

"Detherok! Inashamhul!"

The desert began to turn to shade and the rumble of thunder got closer and closer. Artillery pieces and canons got into position, cover and concealment, no troops were bunched up together instead using motti tactics and small infantry tactics as to win a war with a more numerous opponent... even if they were the more numerous. He wanted to win without necessarily fighting, he wanted absolute victory, not only surrender but brutal and undoubted victory.

Salij-Nekt · Jan 17, 2018

Salij-Nekt took the datapad with an unusual look to it. Salij was not one for technology, or reading unless it was scrolls to study. He tried to look it over, while @Ra'a'mah spoke to him. "I shall join them" the Anubian answered back. He went to hand it back before Ra said he could keep it. He looked at it hesitantly...then took it back. Even though he barely knew how to use it. "Very well, I will take it with me" the Anubian replied, and then he began to move off.

But then a communication came from the enemy. It did not understand what was happening exactly up in space, but it was quite angered by the fact that they transmitted the speech to them as well. "I hope they come down here" the Anubian said aloud. For they would taste his steel.

Taeli Raaf · Jan 17, 2018

Location: Enroute
Objective: Answering a distress call
Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Laira Darkhold"] @others on the Light
Enemies: [member="Kainan Wolfe"] [member="Seras Rose"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] [member="Kyle Raymus"] @other Ancient Eye/Shrouded Republic

Fleet Composition

Trimiran-class Star Defender Satele 1,900/1,900
Durron-class Carrier Rhysode 1,850/,1850
Scythe-class Heavy Cruiser Rieekan 1,000/1,000
Scythe-class Heavy Cruiser Madine 1,000,1000
Scythe-class Heavy Cruiser Farlander 1,000/1,000
Essex-class Corvette Radiance 120/120
Essex-class Corvette Bright 120/120
Essex-class Corvette Nebula 120/120
Essex-class Corvette Flame 120/120
Essex-class Corvette Torch 120/120
Essex-class Corvette Glow 120/120
Essex-class Corvette Ignite 120/120
Essex-class Corvette Shine 120/120
Essex-class Corvette Prism 120/120
Essex-class Corvette Starlight 120/120

7,950 meters total

“This is Captain Jorus Merrill of the civilian ship S.S. Gossamer, requesting aid on all channels. We’ve been attacked by the forces that conquered the Nibelungen system, organizations called the Ancient Eye and the Shrouded Republic. I’m seeing a Star Destroyer, a handful of cruisers, and some escorts - nothing huge, but more than we can handle solo. I’ve got ten thousand souls aboard and I’d be pretty gorram grateful for a helping hand.”

A message had come through Erilnar that had immediately been flagged for Taeli's attention. A distress call from one Jorus Merrill, an ally of the Alliance from the ORC. Normally, Taeli would ponder the decision... normally. This time however, she had immediately pulled rank as a Senior Master in the NJO and assembled a response force to assist. The transmission had originated from her own stellar backyard near the Centrality, and she was loath to allow some warlords free reign near her power base. That was just... irritating.

"Five seconds to reversion, ma'am," Commodore Kial Boros, a Kel'Dor, stated. "I wonder why ORC is all the way out here though."

"Perhaps scouting for any Silver remnants that might want to link up with the Coalition," she responded. It was odd that Jorus would be all the way out here. Maybe this was a more private affair, smuggling perhaps, and it had stumbled upon something else entirely.

"Reverting now, ma'am."

With a flash, the Alliance flotilla arrived at the edge of the system, forming up into a formation around the Satele and Rhysode. It looked much worse than she had thought.

"Sensors being jammed, but visuals show several enemy fleets attacking a freighter. We have reports of fighter engagements and..."

She held up a hand, and the sensor officer trailed off. She sensed a familiar presence in system, and [member="Solan Charr"] would feel her crushing disapproval falling around his head. She could feel the dark side in the system, at least one Sith was present, maybe more.

"See if you can get this message through to the Gossamer," she said. The comm officer turned his frequency up to maximum. "This Jedi Master Taeli Raaf of the Galactic Alliance responding to the distress call from the SS Gossamer. All hostile craft will immediately cease fire on the civilian craft and stand down. If not, this will be your only warning."

Turning to the commodore, she added, "Shields up, have weapon crews ready but do not arm yet. We are still out of range of any enemy forces yet. Contact Master Kemper on the Rhysode and launch fighter screens."

"Yes, ma'am."

Gauntlet · Jan 17, 2018

Coffee Pants

Gauntlet seriously didn't appreciate what just happened.

He would've grimaced in pain had his whole body not been numbed by the cocktail of drugs in his system, but a whole lot of caf was now soaked into his crotch.

"Aw, hell nah!" He complained. "If I knew any better I'd turn this ship right..." The sensors showed that the fleets were now in motion. The party was getting started, and Gauntlet wanted to arrive fashionably late. He kicked the ship into gear and left the wake of a firecracker. The small freighter was not going to gather much attention with the amount of fleet activity in the system.

Surprise was on their side.

"I have an idea," he was still talking to [member="Evoros"]. "You can use your space magic, yeah? Get inside people's heads?"

Meanwhile, [member="Whisper"] was in the co-pilot's seat engaging in a messaging battle with her mom.

Teenagers.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Itash Mecetti"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Kainan Wolfe"] | [member="Seras Rose"] | Oh My God I Hate Tagging People, Send Help

Azimuth Industries · Jan 17, 2018

At the edge of the Nibelungen system three Hutt ships emerge from hyperspace...

Clank. Clank. Clank.

What a bother.

Kazbog entered his palatial throne chambers aboard the the Chelandion cruiser, Girth of Varl. Two robotic legs attached to a metal sled, which he reclined upon, propelled him forward, without any effort on his part. Which was, in his opinion, the best kind of effort. Despite the pleasure his bipedal contraption gave him, he was not very happy to be aboard this cruiser.

Gorba said things, many things, to him. Things about how only a Bareesh should command such a military action. But Gorba knew Kazbog would rather be back on Nad Hutta, staring at an astrology chart. It made no sense to send him, even Kazbog knew as much.

His brother said there would be slaves aplenty, but Kazbog had just looked at the tactical readouts and the only thing there was plenty of were ships. All sorts and many bigger even than Girth of Varl.

The Hutt, still wearing an obscenely large headdress, came to a stop in front of a truly massive pillow, round in shape, fluffy in texture. He slid off his sled and onto the pillow, sighing with relief.

Immediately, the chirp of the intercom disrupted that relief.

"Tagwa?"

"Oh vast and mysterious Supreme Oracle," began the voice of a subordinate, "We have attempted to contact the ships that are currently engaged above Nibelungen, but none are answering us. We believe their communications are jammed. Unless we get closer, there's no way of telling which are the enemy and which are our allies. What should we do?"

Kazbog sighed. What a bother. There were no sacred artifacts to collect, no lithe and lovely women to console him, and no masses of the ignorant to woo with prophecy. Only these rebels and Sith and their annoying battle.

"Hunkabe, hunkabe. Do nothing. We do not want to fire on the wrong ships," he rumbled. "Send the transport to the surface to collect the slaves. We will stay here until we are contacted."

The Hutt yawned and rubbed his belly, contemplating a nap, then he remembered that his brother had promised him a surprise for when he reached the system. And Kazbog enjoyed a good surprise. He reached far and pushed a button on his sled, exhausting himself in the process.

A hidden door slid open inside the palace chamber and three beautiful Zeltrons sashayed out. Kazbog's eyes widened lasciviously. Exhausted? No, no. Not exhausted yet.

Perhaps this trip wouldn't be such a bore after all.

"Hohohoho."

Aedan Miles · Jan 17, 2018

Blood Fleet:
1x Super Carrier: The Commenori Receiver Death's Embrace
1x Kerrigan-class Star Defenders Darkness
1x Unicorn-class Heavy Cruisers Umbra
1x Captivas-class Star Destroyers Lockdown
4x Dire-class patrol ships Raven, Raptor, Eagle, and Hawk

Aedan Miles smirked as his ships suddenly left hyperspace sitting calmly in the command throne of the Death's Embrace as they left hyperspace his violet eyes slowly surveying the battlefield before him before he gestured once at the communications officer who nodded at the signal and sent word to the Captivas-class Star Destroyer Lockdown which drifted to the rear of the formation and activated its Gravity Well Generators. Now that the Pirate King had arrived no one else would be permitted to leave unless he allowed it his eyes gleaming savagely as he held out his hand for the bottle of rum one of his guards was holding. Taking a long drought from it Aedan allowed his ships to drift into formation the Death's Embrace at the fore with Darkness and Umbra flanking it and the four Dire-class falling into position around the rest of the fleet in defensive positions. As his ships settled into formation he gestured for his communications officer to open a wide range broadcast while also reinforcing their firewalls and electronic warfare defenses just in case. Standing he strode forward speaking calmly as he did. "This is Pirate King Miles to all combatants I was wondering if anyone could tell me what is going on today? It seems I stumbled into some kind of fight who seems to be fighting who today?" As he spoke and awaited reply all across his ships boarding crews and defense teams moved arming up and preparing any time he spoke like this generally meant they were out to mess with people.

Soeht · Jan 17, 2018

[member="Seras Rose"] spoke her desire to hold the ships’ orbits and defend against unboarded boarders. Commander Reece gave a glance back to Seras.

“Fighters to intercept incoming hostile craft,” Commander Reece calmly told the bridge.

Then looking to Edom, Warrant Officer of the Marines, Reece said, “Prepare anti-boarding measures…”

Comms brought up attempts to jam communication and sensors to the Commander. Reece took a look at the comms officer’s terminal. He barely took a step to do so – thanks to the efficient yet cramped nature of the Pyramid ships’s bridge.

Reece gave a snort when he heard a quick play of the song [member="Lyra Sarn"]. A smirk followed.

“Found the source?” Reece asked.

“Searching, sir,” replied the comms officer as he activated a switch, “Visual comms activated, sir.”

“Keep me updated,” Reece said as he then walked over to the utilities officer.

Reece leaned over the officer’s shoulder to look at the terminal’s screen. The two exchanged quick words. Reece pointed at a red blob, to which the officer flipped a switch – changing the blob to green.

Solan Charr · Jan 17, 2018

Location: Boarding a shuttle up to return to his ships.
Allies: [member="Mythos"] [member="Gorba the Hutt"] [member="Seras Rose"] [member="Itash Mecetti"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"] [member="Kyle Raymus"]
Enemies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Laira Darkhold"]

Solan groaned as he started to hear the name of the man who had come to the planet and without hesitation he grabbed his saber from where it rested and headed for the shuttle he had taken down to the ground in the first place. He was not happy in the first place about the situation, but now he could feel something worst on the way and he needed to get up to his command center as soon as possible. While he was not able to retrieve the stronger portion of his fleet, or rather the more imposing portion, the ships he did need remained in orbit around the planet and were there originally to stop the unlikely event of a foreign invader. While they were officially listed under the Confederacy Arsenal, the ships had been stripped of their original IFFs, including the Keshiri ones, and replaced with unique ones that were linked to Solan and Solan only. As far as anyone would know, the ships were not CIS or Keshiri ones, and instead a private force of their own. Sure it was deceptive, but it saved having to link the CIS and Keshiri to his works without snooping around.

That was when he paused and looked behind himself at the man who had been chatting with him. It was clear there was a slight distaste on his face for the quickness to conflict that [member="The Matador"] had taken. Solan would have preferred to handle the situation himself but allowed the people of this planet to choose their path thus far, now he needed to act though and his hands crossed behind himself as he spoke.

"You, I do not care if you join me or not, but I am leaving for my ship. Choose now because I will not be back to the surface until after this Fiasco that your people seem to be unable to stop from happening." His voice held a bit of venom, but also a bit of hope in that the man would understand the situation they were in at this point.

Once inside the ride up to his ship was a short one and it left him itching to stop what was happening, that was when the feeling became very very clear. His eyes turned towards a viewport at the emerging fleet, seeing it as the layers of the atmosphere peeled back and the life forces appeared within the void of the force. There was tension in the air as thin as a wire, and soon he heard a voice that made his blood chill.

It was bad enough that Jorus Merrill had arrived, that man was someone that Solan could talk to and reason with. But now the situation had escalated and there was a military fleet in orbit, ready to act and under the command of Galactic Alliance personnel. Furthermore there was at their command an old friend of Solan's, one who he trusted with alot more than most. His eyes closed and he sighed, already feeling her presence and he knew that he would need to act fast.

"Captain, inform the Colonel to move the Fleet into position, have them fan out and form into a position where we can intervene quickly. Next, patch me into open comms." He waited for a few more moments before speaking into the comm device nearby, clearing his throat and speaking unfamiliar words.

"This is Solan Charr, Warlord of the Ancient Eye. I seem to have already been beaten to the point, but all Ancient Eye personnel are to halt all hostile activities right now. IF anyone has an issue with this order, then I suggest you approach me when you do not have the might of two Galactic powers with guns aimed at your head, and an admiral very close to letting them fire on you if you continue to be the aggressor. With that said..." He paused and smiled. "I ask that those of the Alliance and those connected to Jorus Merrill halt all actions as well, or else I will be forced to employ my fleet against you, and I would hate to cause any to suffer in the Netherworld. It truly is not an enjoyable place, trust me on that fact."

Solan would remain near the spot, waiting and hoping that those who heard him would halt their attacks. IT would not take long for him him to know if his words rang true, but he made it very clear how he would react to any more hostile actions being taken. The one who was to cause them, would earn his ire at this point. For now he sat silently, waiting for his ships to reach the carrier he used as a command ship while he was away from the main fleet.

Coren Starchaser · Jan 17, 2018

Fleet Comp

1 Rassilon Elite Fighter

So, that kid was out. Good. He would get out there in a second, to help out. Reaching out to the Force, Coren gave a nudge over to [member="Jorus Merrill"], letting the other space cowboy know that he was heading off the deep space transport. He looked up at the Rassilon, the https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/315551363817930753/403142597767462912/Gerovit-1test6CobaltMirage_copy.png]gold Rassilon[/url] and smiled. This was what he needed. A ship that reflected where home was for him. He was still reaching out to Merrill when he felt it. Eyes wide, Coren looked to the magshield, and that was when he saw it.
Yep. Microjump.

Feth it. He ran to his fighter and folded space in and kept the power up. He looked at deck chief.

“You. I’m priorty. Get me out there.” He was waving his hand as he pushed the cockpit down, the ship lifting up on repulsors. Nearly hitting the next ship coming out, Coren pushed the throttle hard and goosed his fighter out of the hangar and into space. Getting on the short-band and directing it to the fighter that had hopped out, he pushed the communication.

“Kid, you go? Got separated. On my way to you. Link up with the shuttles coming… wherever. Find a ship that doesn’t look like a Empire would like it and link up with them.” He fell into the Force and felt the way the space was moving. He couldn’t make the microjump, there was too much going on, but the ship? Yes, he could move his own ship, his eyes opened to the sound of more incoming, but his screen was lighting up green. And just for a second he was in point A and point B at the same time.

Once he shook his head and cleared his mind, a bit closer to [member="Miko Spar"] he looked over and shook his head. A low whistle came out and there was nothing but a grin on his face.

“Raaf, Starchaser. You here for this … thing?” He was clearly cursing, but, well, y’know. “And you got one of those Durron’s out of the dry dock finally? She’s a fethin’ beaut!” [member="Taeli Raaf"]

Before he continued on, he was moving his ship, heading straight towards @Tristram Senam.

The fun thing for Coren was, comms were... down.

Kiso · Jan 17, 2018

1st Fleet
Rally Point Alpha, in orbit around Nibelungen
In command of chisel head 'Kuma' as well as 2 more corvettes, engagin [member="Laira Darkhold"]s Hammer heads, preparing for [member="Smallgrin Ben"]s attack

As the fighting went underway is seemed that the enemy fleets hammer head broke off to engage Kiso detachment one on one, but keeping the CR escorts back as fighter cover from the TIE reapers, it was in a sense and even fight, each ship being better then the other in some regard, though Unfortunately it did not look like that would happen.

"General we have picked up an enemy ship coming towards us, a small gun boat designated craft incoming, orders", Kiso looked out the window, her SES analyzing the incoming ship, it was fast, probably to fast for the Chisel Heads turbo blaster, but not for their, (although limited) laser cannons. "Keep our turbo laser and torps trained on those Hammer heads, divert out laser cannon to that gun boat, don't let it get close to us". On her orders the three Chisle heads top and bottom laser cannons (6 in total) opened fire into the incoming gun boat.

She was unsure of if any of the rounds hit, but that would not matter as the ship oped up on the KUMA with iron guns each landing their mark, causing minor power fluctuations in the ship, "Activate the rear engines and put us in full reverses, do not let them get behind us". The Chisel head top mounted engine roared to life, going in reserve just as fast as it move forward, just managing to doge the unexpected net, "... that gun boat is a bigger threat then I though", she growled to herself.

Onrai · Jan 17, 2018

Location: Pluton-class Battleship Ablution
Allies: ???
Enemies: ???

"So soon?" Vanessa sighed as the Ablution and the rest of the Void Irregular Fleet jumped out of hyperspace. Many of the ships still bore patches of burn marks and freshly rewelded hulls after having engaged the Silver Jedi Order fleet at Anzat. The Sith Lord had been desperately hoping that her fleet would be given an opportunity to refit itself after the engagement, which left damage to her flagship and crippled some of her other vessel, but after having heard about the distress signal, repairs were completed as hastily as they could be and the Void Irregular Fleet was now within the field of engagement - this time, Vanessa had nearby reinforcements on call in the form of the Silencer, a single Imperator-class Star Battlecruiser, and two original Attrition-class Star Destroyers, the Chykos and the Scylla. No need to hope and pray that elements of the Sith fleet would arrive this time.

Vanessa sent out a general purpose hail to the ships in question, sensors slowed in scanning the battlefield due to the hastily jury-rigged damage repaired from Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori and [member="Laira Darkhold"]'s Anzat boarding attempt. The radioactive portions of the ship had been decontaminated, thankfully, allowing full mobility of the crew throughout the vessel, but the stress was certainly taking its time on the ship. "This is Vanessa Vantai of the Void Irregular Fleet. Sith Empire. We detected a distress beacon and are here to respond." She looked for a moment across the scanners. "Feth, we've got enemy ships in the area - and... neutral ships." She shrugged. Set yellow alert. Have weapons primed and fighters ready to launch, but do not aim at anyone. Let's not start something.. unnecessary."

With that, she readied herself to lead the fleet into action should combat once more commence. But familiar Force presences - namely [member="Jorus Merrill"] and [member="Taeli Raaf"] - perked her attention.

"I do love reunions."

Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull | Weapons | Subsystems
Pluton-class Battleship | Ablution | 2000m | 100 | 98 | 100 | 99
Resolute-class Supercarrier | Endeavour | 1800m | 100 | 98 | 100 | 100
Legacy-class Heavy Cruiser | Sartinaynian | 800m | 99 | 100 | 100 | 100
Legacy-class Heavy Cruiser | Ragnos | 800m | 100 | 99 | 100 | 100
Attrition IIL-class Light Star Destroyer | Traya | 1200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Guardian-class Assault Monitor | Bulwark | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Guardian-class Assault Monitor | Wasp | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Guardian-class Assault Monitor | Kotiate | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Claw | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Enforcer | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Thule | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Zeplin | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100

Starfighters
2x Solace-class Starfighter squadrons (24)
2x Trident-class Y-Wing Light Bomber squadrons (24)
4x Forge-class Interceptor squadrons (48)
3x Vornskr-class Interceptor squadrons (24)
3x Exodus-class Strategic Bomber squadrons (12)
3x Eightgun-class Assault Fighter squadrons (48)
3x Aeseth-class Space Superiority Fighter squadrons (36)
6x Scrapmetal-class Drone squadrons (72)

Joy · Jan 17, 2018

ATTACK ON THE KUMA
PT. II

Laser cannons slammed into the forward shields of the Red Libation, but the shields held. 'Twould take a sight more to bring 'em down. The modified Gallofree transport was half as long as the Chisel-class corvette and, the enemy captain assumed correctly, quite a bit faster on account o' the fancy new engines Ben'd installed when he first commandeered the L4000. She fired her ion cannons again as she closed the distance, tryin' to draw close enough to dock.

Smallgrin stood inside the freighter's cargo bay, ready for the ramp to lower. "Ready lads? Alright then. Helmets on n' depressurize the cargo bay."

He donned his helmet and twisted it shut. He heard a hiss as it sealed. The air slowly left the bay. Ben gripped his plasma torch and looked 'round at his crew. Mane stared at him from beneath a thin suit, lips peeled back in a fierce snarl. Big ol' Silverback, bedecked in power armor, jutted his lower lip out and smashed the knuckles of one gauntleted hand into the palm of the other.

Brijj nodded smiled ferociously. Time to get to it then.

"Lower the ramp!"

[member="Kiso"]

Mereel Vaun · Jan 17, 2018

Location: RNV Herald (Republic Remnant Amathia-Class Corvette)
Allies: [member="Ever Dawnracer"] [member="Zek Koth"] @The Good Guys
Enemies: Ancient Eye, Dar'jetii

From where he was standing, it looked like osik was hitting the fan from all sorts of directions.

His initial thought was to run to the bridge's communication console and hail the Iviin'yc. Certainly a diplomatic vessel would have a subspace transceiver.

As he ran over to the communication officer's console, he heard nothing. No coordinating chatter between any vessels. Someone must be jamming their communications.

Kriff me on a stick, there's no way I can be useful on this ship during this..

Kriffing brilliant.

The Iviin'yc wasn't a fighting vessel, she was a corvette that had been stripped down in almost every regard in order to run the kriff away from any monstrosity that sailed through space.

But there were plenty of fighting vessels already here.

He looked over his shoulder to ensure that Ever was still there. She wasn't the Captain, but maybe if he convinced her, she could convince the ship's Captain to go through with his crazy plan.

He walked by her and tapped her on the shoulder, signalling for her to follow him off the bridge so the Captain wouldn't hear him talking to her. Once he was out in the hall, he spoke freely, "Quick questions, do you have any thermal tape strong enough to break through a ship viewport on this vessel? And do you think we could convince the Captain to do a quick fly by on one of those Sith corvettes that kind of look like flying knives?"

OOC:Edited to show communication jamming

A Poke in the Eyeball (ATTN: The Ancient Eye - OPEN)

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Drill, Baby, Drill

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