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

Onrai · Jan 20, 2018

Allies: ???
Enemies: ???
People in the discussion: [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]

"Feth it." Vanessa said. "Let's try and get some talks going- Wait." She stopped for a moment, feeling something she had not felt in a long time - the use of Fallanassi projection powers. Powers that she herself was capable of using. The White Current was, to say the least, being rippled at this point, and she was intrigued. It was a presence, as well, that she had remembered - back from when the Exalt-class Star Destroyer was being formed during their time together in the Sith Empire. "That... that couldn't be, could it? Well... let's find out, shall we?"

She headed to a private room she had on the bridge deck, rarely if ever used, but before she left, she looked at the first officer. "If they start firing - if anyone starts firing - gun them down. And if you feel we're outmatched, jump out. I'm going to get to the bottom of this." Once within the room, she looked at the aesthetics of the chamber. It was relaxing, in a Sithy way - hues of red and black blended together with elegantly curved projections from the walls, practically organic in form, that contributed to a suitable atmosphere. The door was locked and Vanessa crossed her legs, seated as she was, choosing to focus as she attempted to sense where the projection of power was traveling to.

A ship. And it was one that another familiar presence was aboard. On board the bridge of the vessel, another form would come into cohesion - deliberately vague and indistinct. It looked at the trio and found its suspicions confirmed - the former Darth Arcanix and sister of the Jedi Master Corvus Raaf was there, along with Jorus Merrill, who she hadn't seen since losing Alna D'Lessio to him and Siobhan Kerrigan. Solan was a familiar presence too - he had come to her during the days of Subach-Innes and had asked about Charlotte Homura, one of her old creations. The form she created was deliberately indistinct, but still quite visibly female.

"How wonderful to see all three of you again. Taeli, you've gotten... a lot lighter since we last spoke. Glad to see you as well, Jorus - in better straights this time. And Solan - you're not undead anymore." She crossed her illusory arms, eying over the triad. "I would've done things a different way, but since someone came up with the brilliant idea of jamming any and all communications, this seems like a more suitable means of communicating in the event that someone makes the brilliant decision to do that again. So, since we're all here, I suppose I'll ask a simple question." She cleared her throat.

"What in the hell is going on?"

Julius Sedaire · Jan 20, 2018

Allies: Trash Panda ~~Ravers~~ Raiders
Enemies: Whoever the hell shoots at me, I just got this thing!

The voice in his head drew panic just as he was flying, a corkscrew dive around a TIE, tracing lines of fire towards it. For a moment of blind panic, he forgot to steer, letting go of the yoke and holding his head in his hands, cursing at the stars and whoever was talking. Suddenly his head felt like it was about to burst. His vision swam and a knee knocked into the yoke, throwing the E-Wing he was inside into a wild and uncontrolled roll. A burst of fire from the TIE just missed him, and the pilot and anyone around him would suddenly become very, very confused.

Where Miko's E-Wing was just moments before would be a giant salmon like fish, sailing through the stars aimlessly, lasers shooting at another TIE from its eyes.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

Solan Charr · Jan 21, 2018

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

Solan smiled as each showed up in their own ways, finding each entrance more funny than the last. Taeli had, for all her comments, mentioned his health. Though he wasn't too certain if she had done so in retort to his own comments about her or if she could tell where he had been the week before and just how true that statement might ring in some cases. After all, he was sure the both of them knew just what that hell was like, and Solan was not happy to have revisited it for several years. But he was alive again and subconsciously moved to look at his hand, closing it to remind himself that he was actually alive again.

So, he addressed the two of them, seeing as Taeli was already here, and Jorus had already spoke his peace. He would leave any words for the last one later, the one he did not know or recognize, or atleast that he believed he did not know.

"As you can see Jorus, its the power that I find attractive, very few women can simply appear out of mid air or blast me in the face with a blast of light side energy. Though, I must say, it does make her far more terrifying to know she can just appear out of thin air. Anyways, a pleasure to see you again Taeli, and yes, that might be due to the fact that I was there a week ago. You must forgive me but the I've not yet been able to become accustomed to this new body and it still being in one peace, and Im sure that to your eyes I look just as bad as normal... but I don't look like a walking corpse anymore so that's a positive."

Now his eyes turned to Vanessa, who he did not recognize.

"I must apologize, but you have me at a disadvantage. As for being Undead, I believe that descriptor would be more appropriate now than ever, considering the fact that I am no longer in my old form. So if you do not mind introducing yourself, that would be greatly appreciated. I would like to know who I am chatting with before we get down to business and try to mend this situation, and before you all meet with my current Employers... if you do not mind doing so still."

Mereel Vaun · Jan 21, 2018

Location: Floating through space
Objective: Board a 3rd Fleet Chiselhead Corvette
Enemies: Ancient Eye

Mereel turned himself sideways and fired off his jetpack as an E-wing soared by meters away from him. Seconds later, two TIE Reapers flew past behind him.

He checked his life support unit readout, ten minutes of oxygen left. The top of the Chiselhead Corvette was roughly 30 meters away from him now. He magnified the corvette in his helmet and started looking for an entry point.

He found two areas of the ship that had viewports instead of the normal durasteel hull: one was a viewport stretched across the front of the vessel, and the other was a viewport that popped out of the hull near the rear of the vessel.

He opted for the closer of the two options and used his jetpack to propel himself to a point just below of what he assumed was the bridge viewport at the front of the corvette.

Once he was close enough, he turned his body so that his feet were facing the slanted hull of the ship, and then he let his inertia carry him to the ships hull until hiss boots were almost touching the hull plating.

He activated the magnetic grips in each of his boots and walked across the hull's surface until he found the indent occupied by a viewport instead of durasteel. He pulled the thermal tape from one of his belt pouches and started prepping it on the viewport's surface.

He was going to use every last centimeter of the tape, if it wasn't enough to blast him through, he was going to be seriously karked.

Kainan Wolfe · Jan 21, 2018

1st Fleet
Engaging Resistance Forces

Ships Deployed:

1x Valiant-class Star Destroyer (Dark Star)
4x Admonitor-class Light Cruiser
4x Arquitens-class Frigate
6x Chiselhead-class Assault Corvette
Total Starfighter Count:
5x TIE/Reaper Sqadrons
1x RZB-12 Bomber Squadron

Against all odds, the Resistance fleet had somehow managed to jump to hyperspace, a mere split second before the gravity well generator fired. Wolfe sighed. Somehow, he knew that these rebel scum would pose a problem later on. It would have been best if they had been dealt with right now, while they were vulnerable. If Wolfe had learned one thing during his career as a mercenary, it was that one never let dangerous insurgents pick the time and place for a battle.

Communications were still patchy, but the First Fleet's capital ships had managed to break through the jamming, thanks to their powerful long range comms suites and sophisticated sensors. Thus, Wolfe was able to get in touch with his fleet and order a redeployment back to a lower orbit around Nibelungen, where they were to assume defensive formation in order to fend off the Galactic Alliance fleet's imminent attack. Within Raymus' fleet, only the Admonitors were capable of breaking through the jamming, but Wolfe knew that they would relay the message back to the Admiral, by shuttle if they had to. Just in time, as the Matador's message came through next, garbled but still understandable.

Wolfe growled in annoyance. It was a good thing that he had ordered his fleet to regroup before that message came through. This would not have been a good moment to have a dispute regarding jurisdictional boundaries with the War Chieftain. As Lord of Admirals, the fleet was his to command. Well, aside from the ships directly under the control of the Ancient Eye's various warlords, who all answered to the Matador. But Wolfe was not part of that chain of command. And he did not like having his authority challenged over his own forces.

As the ships began to reposition for the microjump which would take them to their destination and outside of the jamming device's range, hopefully, one of the bridge officers alerted Wolfe to a disturbing development that had somehow slipped under their radar. "My Lord! We are being boarded! Sensors detect several landing craft latching onto the aft section of the ship, near the waste disposal facility!"

Wolfe sighed. How did boarding craft manage to slip past the Dark Star's sensors, was a mystery. Someone was going to be dishonorably discharged after this. Turning, he stepped briskly towards the turbolift. "Wolfguards, on me. Master Ovrak, you as well. It seems we have a vermin problem," he said.

Kiso · Jan 21, 2018

1st Fleet
Rally Point Alpha, in orbit around Nibelungen

In command of chisel head 'Kuma' as well as 2 more corvettes, engagin @Laira Darkholds Hammer heads, preparing for [member="Smallgrin Ben"]s attack

The hull of the Kuma shuddered slightly as the ship was bombarded with tubro blaster from the transport damaged the area around the air lock, though the chisel head particle shielding was top notch the shield around around that area started to fluctuate. A noticable thump echoing down the corridors as the air lock was latched onto, "Kay, the enemy has fired harpoons, order"? "Let them come Wolf, if all goes well we can defeat their party and counter board that vessel of theirs", "Roger that".

Kiso started to come closer to the hallway looking towards the main air lock, the woman placing a mask over her face in case the ship became depressurized, the shield should hold, but it was better to safe then suffocating. The Shourd Fleet marines had set up multiple firing lines behind barricades and several corners, each with their slug throwers aimed at the door, ready for any pirate or rebel to enter, Jess as the back of the group giving the orders.

Tristram Senan · Jan 21, 2018

Location: The worst spot, Wolfe's flagship
Allies: [member="Miko Spar"] [member="Itash Mecetti"] [member="Ever Dawnracer"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: [member="Kiso"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"]

The SS Drunkard had finally made it to the Shrouded Republic flagship. Tristram angled his ship further from it to get a better view of it and noticed other vessels begin to make boarding actions. He pointed towards it and said to his co-pilot, " Looks like we got some companions. Inform our friends in the back for me eh?" For the first time, he got a nod with no blink and heard the Rodian woman make a quick mention of allies boarding. So she could talk, good news. It seemed everything was in chaos though as no fighters were being sent their way and no challenges were being made. Whoever was on sensor duty probably wasn't going to have a good day tomorrow. Regardless, it worked out in his favor as the shuttle lacked any weapons.

With a good view of the flagship, Tristram picked out where everything was located. The engines, the bridge, the hangar bay doors. Those other boarding crafts had hit near the engines so the best course of action was likely to hit a different spot... a much different spot. He impishly grinned to himself as he knew the perfect spot to go to. He got onto the internal com system and said, " Everyone crowd together. I want hips pressing hips. If you aren't as uncomfortable as a kid walking in on their parents then you aren't close enough." He released it and turned towards his co-pilot. He motioned for her to head to the back with his head. She gave him a slow blink and an even slower nod. Was that her way of expressing caution? She got up and went back to rejoin the rest of the rabble. He angled the shuttle and then punched it to full speed. The craft swiftly rushed forward towards the flagship. It's nose aimed not far from the bridge. Things were about to get messy.

Tristram set the auto-pilot to maintain their current speed and course then got up himself. He picked up a space helmet then got to the back as soon as he could. He found a ball of drunken people pressed as tightly together as a can of tiny fishes. Wonderful, but now he needed to get into the center of them. He needed to and soon. Pressing his way through he yelled out a curse every so often until he was roughly in the middle of all the folk. He yelled out as he got there, " Helmets on! Get ready for impact!" The sound of movement told him they were doing as he asked. He could feel some anxiety beginning to spread as sobriety was seeping back into their systems. That was fine. He just needed to block it out and focus on doing what he planned. Failure was not an option now.

The shuttle continued it's course towards the flagship and finally someone had noticed it. Shots were fired at it but missed. They expected the craft to evade not knowing it was basically unmanned by this point. The next round of shots however hit and rocked the craft, but it was too late. The shields were destroyed but it didn't need them anymore. The vessel slammed into the flagship twisting metal against metal. It was hard to say how much damage the flagship was going to take overall, but the shuttle was worthless now as the cockpit utterly gone and engines died. It had dug itself into the hull of the vastly larger ship enough that it wasn't coming loose anytime soon. It was safe to say no one could survive such an action....

Tristram nearly blacked out. It was hard to time but he had managed to force bubble the entire group of drunkards just before the shuttle rammed right into the flagship. His head felt like thousands of tiny needles were constantly pricking his brain, his body was a living flame, and a warm sensation slowly ran below his nose. He smelled iron. A nosebleed for sure. At first he couldn't hear anything and wondered if he had failed, but soon enough the silence was deafened by ringing. After that reality came back to his eyes and he saw the huddled group encased in a prison of metal. Someone was talking to him. He could see their lips moving through their helmet. What were they saying? Probably asking for their next order. He began to speak but only could manage a slight exhale of breath. He tried again and this time ended up coughing. Once the coughing was over he said in a hoarse voice, " Cut through into a hallway. Limited air so hurry." The ringing continued so he wasn't sure if they said anything back, but some of the drunks with torches went about getting an opening made for them. This really was a stupid idea, but at least now they had a chance to board unsuspected. Tristram closed his eyes. It had taken everything he had built up earlier just to hold a bubble strong enough and big enough to withstand that impact. He just hoped it didn't cause some internal injury or something.

Itash Mecetti · Jan 21, 2018

Allies: [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: [member="Mythos"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="The Matador"] | @Ra’a’mah | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="Kiso"]
Soon: [member="Kainan Wolfe"]

The shock of impact caused his eyes to flutter open, head turning back and forth, before sighing in relief.

Not sucked into vacuum yet, at least there was that.

Move out. The Thyrsians flowed out of the transport with the rebels in tow, they'd secure a foothold around the shuttle and push forward, this way they'd retain a possible route to retreat again. Itash and Kaida followed next, stepping off the makeshift ramp and landing on the durasteel flooring of the star destroyer. The immediate surroundings were already covered with half-burned corpses.

The impact had caused a proximity explosion which had taken some of them unaware.

The battle was already raging, his Words had managed to secure their position, setting up a portable shield generator for them to fortify themselves. "I will take left." Tash told Kaida, before pulling out his lightsaber. Elegant, adorned, it was pure Tapani style with a good dash of Mecetti pride. It immediately deflected an offending blaster bolt, before it could take him in the chest.

They'd secure the hangar bay first.

From there they'd push forward and start doing real damage.

Kaida Taldir · Jan 21, 2018

Allies: [member="Itash Mecetti"] (directly interacting), elsewhere: [member="Tristram Senan"], [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: [member="Kainan Wolfe"] (soon)

They'd boarded, rather than being blown out of space. Finally, they had solid ground beneath their fee, after making their entrance at the aft section. Namely the durasteel flooring of a Star Destroyer. Furthermore, the aforementioned battleship's security was understandably taking offence at their intrusion. No one liked trespassers. Bloodshed ensued.

There was a loud thud when elsewhere another boarding ship rammed the huge vessel. Kaida was unaware about Tristram's ramming action. She focused on what was right in front of her. Itash's minions were doing a fine job securing their insertion point and apparently already occupied with dropping bodies. Itash moved left, so Kaida took the right.

Her combat shield was held in a firm grip as it blocked bolts coming her way. Meanwhile, she channelled her elemental gift through her other hand. While gestures were not required, they helped with focus. A cryomantic blast rippled from her. The frosty kiss of winter would freeze minions rock solid, or make them unable to use limbs properly. Some power conduits would be affected as well. Then she struck with her lightsabre, which glowed in a fierce yellow light.

Aedan Miles · Jan 21, 2018

Location: Moving into the center.
Allies: [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: [member="Smallgrin Ben"]
People in system: [member="Kyle Raymus"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="The Matador"] @Kiso @Seras Rose [member="Kainan Wolfe"] [member="Miko Spar"] @Ra'a'mah @Mythos [member="Tristram Senan"] @Whisper @Ever Dawnracer [member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Laira Darkhold"] [member="Tristram Senan"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] [member="Zek Koth"] [member="Kyle Raymus"] [member="Itash Mecetti"] @Skorvek @Sor-Jan Xantha [member="Mereel Vaun"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Nassier Zirfae"] [member="Evoros"] [member="Vanessa Vantai"] @Soeht @Bareesh Kajidic @Gauntlet @Lyra Sarn [member="Rath Exigo"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]
Objective: Do Pirate things.

Aedan Miles sat on the bridge and watched his eyes twitching angrily as he viewed various fighter craft that seemed to be slow to the orders they had been given. Gesturing once to his starfighter controller who sent out the word that any fighter equipt with Ion weaponry was to disable those fighters so their carriers could pick them up. As the swarm around his fleet lessened he smirked as the communications officer suddenly gave a loud shout of joy. That could mean only one thing good old Admiral Arulmek had come through in record time and the Blood Fleet had arrived. At the edge of the interdiction field a force to large for any one group exited hyperspace but remained still waiting to see what would happen now that they had arrived. True to orders their shields and weapons powered up but they remained stationary waiting to see if anyone would be foolish enough to continue the fight with the odds stacked so highly against them. As this was happening one of his fighter craft reported seeing a ship taking board actions against one of the Chislehead craft. Smirking he stood and turned looking towards the security officer of his flagship he gestured once calmly. "Have the Red Fang and the Adepts of Bogan prepare for a boarding action. I don't feel like leaving here with nothing to my name." Striding from the bridge Aedan proceeded to his personal armory which was nearby selecting a series of weapons from it as well as his suit of medium armor pulling the hood up over his head as he strapped on a pair of pistols. Smirking he turned on a heel taking up a pair of Vibroswords and his new Czerka Fighting Knife he made his way to the hangar to board one of the Umbra-class Dropships that was standing by to ferry his force to the ships in question.

As they took off he spoke to the group with him looking around at the Bogan Adepts that were seated around him. "Alright lads you follow these orders and after this trip booze is on me. I don't want anyone killed stun and disable where possible and if its absolutely not possible maim I expect there to be no casualties. NOW LETS GO GET US A SHIP!" Across the umbra-class dropships he could hear shouts and roars of approval smirking as he leaned back half closing his eyes a dark grin on his lips. Soon they would prepare to board the ships simultaneously disabling any fighting crews he could see it now in his minds eye the black ships with crimson and silver trim some of them even sporting a skull and cross bones of some kind flying across space on their way to wreck havoc on some ship. As they neared the ships his eyes opened and a feral grin came to his lips as he stood up crouching a bit to brace himself as he drew on of the vibroswords and the fighting knife holding them both up as he waited and watched the boarding ramp.

Joy · Jan 21, 2018

ATTACK ON THE KUMA

PT. IV

Smallgrin's dozen floated through space, drawn inexorably toward the Kuma by belt winches attached to the harpoon lines. They landed on the hull, right next to the airlock. Ben and a few others flared their plasma torches and got to work, carving open an entrance in short order.

They detached the winches from the harpoon lines and floated into the airlock chamber.

"Magnetize," growled Smallgrin. There came a chorus of thunks as heavy boots stuck to the deck. Just behind the inner airlock door, Ben could see a bunch of forces waiting for him. Maybe too many.

But ah, where's the fun in life iffin ya' don't toss the dice at least once?

He pulled out an old disruptor pistol from his belt and waved it in the air.

"Prime the charges, lads."

Two crew members ran forward and pasted detcord onto the edges of the inner airlock door. The charges faced inward, so when the door blew it would ideally blow backward into the waiting defenders. That might help matters. It'd also create sudden depressurization. If any of the defenders didn't have their boots magnetized, they might get sucked out through the airlock and even the odds a bit.

"Blow it!"

The door exploded inward. Air rushed out in a howl. Smallgrin and his corsairs charged.

[member="Kiso"]

* * *

Aboard the Red Libation.

The rakish Kalleran helmsman paused for a moment to look at his scanners. "Eh?"

A bunch of ships were coming straight for the little modified transport and the small Chiselhead corvette. And they didn't look friendly. Why in the nine hells a 66 meter transport and a 130 meter transport would draw the attention of that many ships bamboozled the Kalleran.

But maybe those boys out there were too scared to attack any larger fish and so went for the guppies.

He nodded to himself. This made sense.

Still, he couldn't do much to stop 'em except run. The Red Libation was a hell of a lot faster than whatever they brought. Only problem was that Smallgrin and the rest were still aboard the Kuma. But Captain Brijj wouldn't forgive him if he got the Lib captured...

Time to run, eh? But where to. Aha.

Two of the ship groups had stopped firing on each other entirely. [member="Jorus Merrill"]'s Gossamer now sheltered side by side with [member="Solan Charr"]'s vessels. Looked safe enough to him. He couldn't communicate where he was goin' to Smallgrin, but the Houk would understand.

Probably.

Without further thought, the Kalleran closed the bay door, put the engines to maximum, and roared through space for the safety of the Gossamer & Co.

[member="Aedan Miles"]

Coren Starchaser · Jan 21, 2018

This really was his happy place. In space, the weightlessness and the definite movements that he could make. The fighter he was in was rolling and banking to get through the fighter screens. He was waiting for the opportune moment to take a shot at a TIE, and watching the larger ships. He knew that this was some sort of cluster storm that he didn’t want to be dealing with in the void of space. A lucky shot… And his shields were lighting up. Juking his fighter, he was cussing at the ship and the taste of copper in his mouth.

iBorg, for when you really want to taste damage.

It wasn’t like he was going to be able to communicate with everyone here, or anyone. The Rassilon was an elite fighter, but it wasn’t going to be breaking that. And he could feel the gravity well. Should he need to, there was a chance that he could take the ship and jump it out of the well, but he wanted to see what was happening here. Something big was growing in the Force.

And then… what in the nine Corellian hells? Was that a fish.

What type of person did he put in the E-Wing?

And where was Rekha… oh there…

[member="Miko Spar"]
[member="Rekha Kaarde"]

Kiso · Jan 21, 2018

1st Fleet
Rally Point Alpha, in orbit around Nibelungen, preparing for @Smallgrin Bens attack

"Status report", Kiso barked as she regrouped with the defending squad lead by Jess, "The enemy has reached the outer hull probably going to cut or blow the door off", Kiso gave a look at the air lock, trying to predict the pirates move, "These are not trained professional soldiers from what I've seen reckless and wild, I'f I was in there position id blow the door of... and no that not just due to my love of explosions". Kiso opened up her com link to the marines and crew, "Seal off the entrances connecting to the air lock rooms, marine mag boots, prepare for sudden depressurizati-".

Kiso did not finish her sentence as an explosion ripped through the hallway sending the air lock door tumbling towards the cyborg general, knocking a few marines down, but fortunately non being sucked into the empty void of space. Though a normal person may not have been able to reach in time, Kiso could, within a split second her cybernetics taking over the green haired woman drawing her old cavalierly like saber, cleaving the door in two as it crashed against the steel blade.

The marines who had been knocked down either stood back up or where dragged away for the medics to deal with, Kiso standing next to Jess with a very mad expression on her face, saber at the ready, 'Its show time'.

Mereel Vaun · Jan 21, 2018

Location: On the exterior of a 3rd Fleet Chiselhead Corvette
Objective: Make an entry point in the hull.
Enemies: The Ancient Eye, oxygen supply

Mereel finished strapping on the thermal det tape and primed the detonator switch. He started running away from the blast radius, and after moving three meters away, he hit the detonator switch.

An explosion without sound shot up from the position of the Chiselhead corvette's viewport. He drew his rifle and began walking over to the blast zone to inspect the damage.

The viewport was now charred and blackened, but the thermal tape had completely failed to provide him any sort of an opening. How the osik did I forget that enemy vessels would have their shields up? Fierfek.

He slowed his breathing, calmed his mind, and considered his options. He could try kindly knocking on the viewport to see if the crew would let him come aboard to spare him from suffocating to death in space. There was no way that would work, right? He still had the plasma torch though, maybe he could use it to get him through the transparisteel.

As he pondered his options, he realized that the Resistance fleet had departed the system. He reactivated his helmet commlink, and flipped through several frequencies. They were all clear. That meant fleet communications would be returning to normal, and that he could get a one-way message out through his Ghostwave communicator. The message could be received by Resistance cells, but more importantly, he knew it would be received by Captain Tucker on the Iviin'yc.

He typed a message, Iviin'yc. This is Mereel, I could use a lift here. Get in system double time Tucker. Oxygen reserves getting uncomfortably low.

He attached the coordinates of his current location to the rear of the message and prayed that it would take only seconds for the Iviin'yc to receive the encrypted message and not hours. He had depleted a little over half of his oxygen supply already.

Rekha Kaarde · Jan 23, 2018

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Miko Spar"]

A dip and soar sail to the right sail to the left. Rekha kept her hands on the yoke her thumb twitching over things as she prepared to go pull up near Coren and Miko.

This......this...was where everyone became equal you either knew what you were doing or you paid the price sometimes with a nick, sometimes with a scar or the ultimate your ship breaks leaving you to contemplate the cold of space.

For some reason at the very moment another ear worm began to remind her of a song she use to sing

As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the devil's herd, across these endless skies

Yippie yi ooh
Yippie yi yay

Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost Riders in the sky

She opened her comms to Coren....and sang a verse........."GHOST RIDERRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSS IN THE SKYYYYYYYY" She smiled big and looked over towards his ship. She could be questionable at times.

Itash Mecetti · Jan 24, 2018

Allies: [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: [member="Mythos"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="The Matador"] | @Ra’a’mah | [member="Seras Rose"] | [member="Kiso"]
Soon: [member="Kainan Wolfe"]

In truth Itash could still hardly believe they had survived that trip.

While influencing the enemy fighters with his lies Tash had been even more in tune with just how fragile their position was. Just how small and insignificant they were compared to the sheer vastness of open space. Every fiber of his being understood then- they'd die here. Until his boots hit the durasteel floor and they were slowly, bit by bit, pushing the defenders out of this hangar.

It didn't take long before they had accomplished that objective.

They hadn't been expecting a boarding party this fast and they had definitely not been expecting his Words. They were inhuman in their approach, synced up with one another like a droid network without the sheer inelegance of one.

Efficient organic killing machines. Maybe someone like Enyo would be appreciative of that, but sadly she wasn't around to enjoy the show.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

And so it went on for a while, until the hangar was swept clean. "Taldir, can you do something with this?" Tash called out towards the elf. He was standing in front of a large, bulky hangar door. Locked tight. The defenders had sealed it off during their retreat. They could maybe blow it, maybe slice it open, but maybe something in her Force repertoire could help.

Freeze it and shatter?

Feth it, if Tash knew what would work here.

Kaida Taldir · Jan 24, 2018

Allies: [member="Itash Mecetti"]
Enemies: [member="Kainan Wolfe"]

It was over quickly. The Words, as Itash called his elite mooks, slew with inhumane precision. Enyo would have appreciated their dispassionate slaughter and coordination. Her own cyborgs were similar. The Terminatrix was not here, sadly.

Kaida was reasonably appreciative as they cleared this section, securing their immediate insertion point. A bunch of bodies lay about. The stink of death filled the air. The former Angelii was used to it.

A heavy door stood in their way, barring them entrance to the rest of the huge warship. They'd landed at the rear end of the vessel. Kaida gave no verbal response. Rather she simply walked towards the door, stepping over some bodies. Retracting her right gauntlet, she pressed her hand to the door.

First nothing happened, then the door was flooded with cold. Within a reasonably short span of time, it had been turned nice and frosty. Then she rammed her lightsabre into the door. The rapid cooling and heating combined to warp even this thick metal such that a heavy telekinetic blow cracked it like a shattered tile. Half the door hung in place whilst a section at the bottom fell away. "Come on."

Kainan Wolfe · Jan 24, 2018

1st Fleet
Engaging Resistance Forces

Ships Deployed:

1x Valiant-class Star Destroyer (Dark Star)
4x Admonitor-class Light Cruiser
4x Arquitens-class Frigate
6x Chiselhead-class Assault Corvette
Total Starfighter Count:
5x TIE/Reaper Sqadrons
1x RZB-12 Bomber Squadron

The turbolift came to a shuddering halt as Tristram's vessel slammed into the lower part of the bridge tower, bringing him and his crew close to where the other boarders had entered the Dark Star. Wolfe cursed under his breath, annoyed at the casual recklesness as he led his forces into a large cargo hold, which he knew the route the boarders had taken, would lead all of them to.

Before long, a lightsaber cut through one of the blast doors, then a telekinetic blast tore a sizeable chunk out of the heavy metal, sending it clattering to the floor. The Wolfguards aimed their slugthrower rifles at the opening, moving in the perfect unison that only came through discipline and countless years of training.

Wolfe and the two Wardens advanced forward and drew ornate-looking, personalized lightsabers from their belts, bathing the cargo hold in an eerie glow as the crackling black blades ignited and Darkside auras flared around them. Tsesh Ovrak, Wolfe's Sith bodyguard, advanced as well, spiky armor clattering as he stepped forward, igniting his red sabre.

"That is enough," spoke Wolfe, his heavy, fur-lined cloak flaring with an invisible breeze. Looking directly at Kaida, Itash and their companions, he seemed to measure them for a few brief moments. "A ceasefire has been called by both sides of the conflict. Lay down your weapons and you will not be harmed," he said, giving them one last chance for a peaceful solution.

Sorry about the delay, guys. Last few days have been hectic.

Joshua Tucker · Jan 24, 2018

Location: Aboard the Iviin'yc, entering the Nibelungen System
Objective: Search and Rescue
Allies: [member="Mereel Vaun"] | ???
Enemies: ???
People who might want to take potshots at a civilian vessel rapidly flying through their fleet formations: [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Kainan Wolfe"] | [member="Kiso"] | [member="Kyle Raymus"]

The Iviin'yc was abruptly yanked out of hyperspace. As Tucker looked out the retrofitted CR90's bridge viewport, his stomach sank upon seeing vessels that looked all too familiar.

Several large and pristine looking triangle-shaped capital ships were floating in the blackness of space. Sith.. What have you gotten us into now Vaun?

Tucker stood from the vessel's captain chair, "Comm, make sure we're displaying our civilian freighter IFF tags. Tactical get our shields up."

He walked over to his ship's sensor station. Vaun's coordinates indicated that the Mandalorian was on one of the corvettes in the middle of what he could only guess was a Sith fleet. The corvette that Vaun was on was escorting a cruiser sized vessel with interdiction capabilities.

Having known the man for years, he could only guess that Vaun had tried to board the corvette in order to use it against the interdiction vessel. The young man often overestimated his capabilities.

"Helm, take us into that mess. Set a course for Vaun's coordinates, engines to full speed."

The Iviin'yc

Retrofitted CR90: RNV Iviin'yc - Hull: 20/20 | Shields 40% Actions: IFF tags displaying the Iviin'yc as a civilian cargo vessel, shields beginning to raise, course set for [member="Mereel Vaun"] 's location with engines at full speed.

Tristram Senan · Jan 24, 2018

Location: Wolfe's flagship near the bridge
Allies: The Good-lookin' Folk ; [member="Kaida Taldir"] [member="Itash Mecetti"]
Enemies: The Kind of Pale Folk ; [member="Kainan Wolfe"] [member="Kiso"]

The sound of plasma torches was neither silent nor was it loud. It was a sound that just was. For Tristram that was exactly how he was feeling right now. He just was. Everyone felt the effects of the force a little differently but it was the same for everyone when they had exhausted it. They felt lifeless. They became a cell without power. It was a hollow emptiness that just seemed to reach down to the core of being alive. That was how he had felt after giving his order, but that sensation had faded away. Now he was feeling tranquil. His being was sparks of arcing across a frozen lake. Energetic yet calm. Static yet dynamic. He felt alive.

Metal clanged against metal. Tristram opened his yellow eyes and looked in the direction it had come from. Light shown through from a hallway near a lift. Seemed they were in. The time for serenity was gone. The time for conflict was here. It was time for action and that required his body to be in motion. He willed his muscles into waking. They needed to be aflame and fluid. The sparks needed to be sporadic and violent. He needed to feel and then feel again. He was no longer able to just be. A grunt escaped as he slowly rose up to follow behind his slightly more sober companions.

Stepping through the newly installed boarding entrance, Tristram could feel his body's protest. He ignored it. Looking down both sides of the hallway he saw no one and could sense no one. The only thing he sensed was rises in the force somewhere else aboard the ship. He did not know who they were or what they were doing. All he could sense was that they were not near him right now. Making a quick note of that, he said to his friends in a slightly muffled voice tinged with hoarseness still, " Alright friends. Take the lifts straight to the bridge. I'll handle the crew, so just take the controls as soon as I've dealt with them. Got it? Good, now go." With that he got some sounds of acknowledgement mixed with nods and grins. They all stepped into the lifts to the max capacity and began to head towards the bridge. Tristram once more began to pull the force into himself. He needed to be ready for the next step even if it meant over doing it again so soon. A little internal damage never killed anyone anyways.

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