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Major Faction

Varos Dajaay

Captain of the Final Dawn
Varos Dajaay
Character Bio
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After a long gaze into deep space, Varos began to get bored, taking out one of his small, bead like projectiles and making it "levitate" above his hand with the magnetism from his suit's gloves. While doing so, he picks up something on his datapad. "Finally, some action," he looks down at it and notices a marker right outside of the yard, slowly approaching it, and eventually coming to a halt. "Someone's about to get a warm welcome, heh."

He then patches into the comm network, "I want the east bay stationed troops to mobilize on me. It looks like we have some unwanted visitors so be on high alert and ready to engage in combat." Upon finishing his sentence he began his approach to the marker on his datapad, which by then was allready in the shipyard. In tow was a small group of 30 Relic Troopers making his way to the same location as him to help aid him in the protection of the shipyard. "I don't know about their motive, but we must protect this facility at all costs."
 

Vaux Gred

Concord Terror
Vaux Gred
Character Bio
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Fleet: Keros' Kad, 2x Shield-class Escort Cruiser, 4x Rain-class Direct Fire Escort Corvette, 2x HF-3 Aran squadrons, 4x CST Toscan 8-R squadrons, 4x GF-4 Stinger squadrons, 2x GF-2B Super TwinTail squadrons, 2x Directorate "Ghost" Viper squadrons

Vaux smiled a bit, redirecting power from her rear shield to her sublights. "Loud and clear White Knight One. Oh! Watch out for Keros' Kad's forward vector. Those HPCs and rail batteries have a reach to them." She'd then swap to focus on her own squadrons. "Farsight and Ring squadrons, using those heavies to bombard the security fleet. Banshee and Screamer squadrons, doing your thing and run SEAD with those Toscans. Everyone else, we take on the fighters."

"You've gotta be frakking me," came the chime of the Banshee leader. Their little call to action, and a question for why they volunteered to be SEAD pilots. Vaux just smirked as she gunned her fighter. The TwinTails and Stingers would enter the brawl, using agility and firepower on the defensive fighters. Ghost Vipers would make darting boom and zoon strikes, with the more skilled pilots quickly swapping their engine settings, taking full advantage of the Nimble-7s. Vaux turned in to one of the defending, unleashing a barrage of particle fire on one of the TIEs as she looked to see what other fighters were doing. She'd spot a Stinger in trouble, and quickly turn to help the pilot, attempting to get the TIE off their tail.

Screamer and Banshee meanwhile would darting practically into capital ships and defense platforms, focused on destroying point defense systems that kept the Final Dawn shipyard safe, while Arans would pull torpedo attack runs.

Aboard the Keros' Kad, the call for the assault to start came though alright. As the assault destroyer started to push ahead the four hyper particle cannons in the bow would charge, and with careful targeting begin to focus on the pocket destroyer trying to take on the Cantwells. Her rail battery and Varactyls would begin to open on other security fleet vessels. The fleet defenders kepts their postions, ready to send up flak walls and point defense as needed. Kaddie would watch through the ships sensors as the star destroyer continued to fall. He started thinking. They had to be able to do something.... Wait.

"League fleet! If you can't drag that thing out I have an idea. She's not finished, so maybe our forward cannons could shred part of that thing enough to limit damage on the ground, and keep the Cantwells from being dragged in. It's not ideal, but I's what I've got."

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Major Faction

Krenis Skirata

Alpha-95
Krenis Skirata
Character Bio
Krenis nodded his helmet in acknowledgement of the other members of the vod. "Krenis Skirata," he introduced himself before gesturing to his much taller companion, "Don't mind that our faces are the same- this is Django Parata. Somewhat related, but it's complicated." He moved aside from the top of the ramp to the side of the gunship and took a seat, buckling it in. He couldn't help but feel that familiar trill of excitement. This was, quite literally, what he was made for. ARC troopers were the best of the best of the Grand Army of the Republic. Clones genetically enhanced, mentally unaltered, trained by Jango Fett himself. Some critics had called them one-man armies in their day, which to Krenis seemed overstated, but he appreciated the reputation.

"These here are Outlaw Squad," Krenis said, indicating as the Cometeers filed in. "Terek Ordona, squad leader and a hard-bitten salvager; Jamella Steiner, who I hear the Cometeers scraped up off a melting comet, demolitions expert as much as they all are; Kyle Predor- mechanical engineering and creative vehicle acquisitions; Killric Riv, medic and poisoner; Rath Aban, back alley brawler second to none; Kistra Serat- heavier weapons than normal; Kal Albrem on comms, and Onna Vapasi is an expert on deep space power systems."

They all nodded and took their seats, adjusting the equipment strapped to their packs- mostly carbines, shotguns, explosive charges, and plasma cutters, with smaller medical and AXC supplies strapped elsewhere in their vacsuits, atop the ponchos, as well as the electrostaves.

The ride was quiet and Krenis kept his attention on checking, rechecking, and triple checking his equipment. He tightened the strap on the carbine and flicked the switch on the shotgun. "Particle bolts," he said, gesturing to it. "Slower speed, but will blow through just about any armor."

There was a nervous chuckle from the Cometeers as they shifted in their seats. They were all older than most new combatants, with lifetimes of experience beneath their belts in demanding environments but new to formal combat. Shinies. But he wasn't worried. They would do their bit and the Mandalorians would cover the slack. The mobile infantry and special recon regiment would normally be better suited for this, but they weren't trained for deep space ops.

The ship latched to the shipyard and Krenis moved to the side of the boarding hatch, waiting patiently until the hatch slid open. "This will be good enough to get to power."

He whispered in the comms, stepping out of the ramp and moving down the corridor to the first intersection, pausing to gaze up and down the corridors. "Clear up to here- targets are the power conduits and links. The goal is to avoid any hardened targets and maneuvering around any defenses. Don't pick fights we don't need."

The words were calm, and familiar as the technology in his helmet cycled through the various readings. "Main assault will be starting any second now. That should divert from the defenses."

After a moment, he tapped a coded sequence into the encrypted comm channel. "Wizard, this is Outlaw. Situation report?" He wasn't sure who the Jedi had sent to infiltrate the station, but he would try and link up with them as quickly as possible. Jedi could do good work, but they were vulnerable and generally needed some professional soldiers to back them up. "We're on station and en route to objectives."
 
Major Faction

Django Parata

Rimward Rescue Ranger
Django Parata
Character Bio
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With everyone introduced to one another, the two clones, the Mandalorians, and the Cometeers headed launched out in the Breshig stealth bomber toward the shipyard and their mission. Django did a little bit of breathing exercises and meditation to keep himself from getting too amped up and excited. It was simply in his nature to be aggressive and reckless.
While they waited for Saram to break them in, Django grabbed some of the charges and dentons they'd be using. He stashed them safely in his belt and poncho.
It wasn't long before Strill had them inside and had already taken out the first turret.
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"Clear, but hurry, we're going to have company,"
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The moved down the hall to an intersection.
Krenis Skirata said:
"Clear up to here- targets are the power conduits and links. The goal is to avoid any hardened targets and maneuvering around any defenses. Don't pick fights we don't need. Main assault will be starting any second now. That should divert from the defenses."
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"Not picking fights might be fine for you, but it's one of my specialties. Besides, they know someone is here. Might as well give them a little extra diversion away from you guys." Might even be able to let my wild side out a bit. Don't get to do that often.
Django gave a salute to his comrades and headed down the righthand corridor. Another turret at the end of this long corridor activated upon sensing him. It turned toward him and opened fire. Django didn't think, he simply let his body react. It knew what to do. His hyper-sensitive nervous system told his body exactly when and where to move to dodge the fire, his reflexes responding accordingly. As he ran down the hallway, he pulled out his shotgun and jumped toward the turret, giving the machine a heavy blast of Plasma and Ion. The turret was reduced to a sputtering slag before it shut down completely. The recoil did send him flying back somewhat, considering he'd had nothing to brace against while in the air, but he was easily able to twist his body and land on his feet. With a grin on his face, he continued down the corridor, singing a star shanty out loud:

I've done some romancin' in every port,
From Coruscant clear to Lothal.
And you know I'm entranced by about every sort,
But the love in my arms is the best one of all.
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On the last line, he patted the shotgun affectionately. "Talkin' 'bout you, of course." He doubted he'd have to wait long to see if he'd gotten anyone's attention.

 
Major Faction

Westenra Mina

The Demon of Jedha
Westenra Mina
Character Bio
Arrived in: Valley Forge

Wearing: Venture Armor (Crimson)

Repulsor Belt

Armed With: Five Rings


Another Battle Cruiser came out of Hyperspace at the same time the other League Capital Ships had, bearing friendly League Transponder Signals, Identified as the Valley Forge, sending a transmission to Quauhtli Sacul Quauhtli Sacul that The Valley Forge would engage the shipyards and aid the assault on final Dawn Assets.

Lynda, known in the GA as The Demon of Jedha observed the battle from the enclosed, armored bridge, bloodshot gaze sweeping the feeds on the view screens. The Bacta Works Employees, mainly veterans looking for work, had known better than to ask what was going on with the identical Soldier Biots manning the battle stations, each wearing skintight catsuits of reflective golden armor weave. Or why a company ostensibly devoted to developing Bacta was now participating in combat operations. Them being told it was an extension of their peaceful mission caused massive amounts of rolled eyes.

But hey, selling Bacta in the war-torn landscape that was The Galaxy generated massive levels of Feth-You Money. Massive levels of Feth-You Money, whether in this setting or RL, is a notoriously difficult thing to ignore.

Lynda had remained in command but she had been itching to get aboard those stations to start wrecking faces. Now that time was upon her.

"Commence immediate bombardment of the largest enemy capital ship with our Ion Weapons. Transmit to whoever is in charge that we standby ready to assist. You're in charge, Dulcinea." She told the biot next to her, rising from the command seat to head to the hangar. It didn't support starfighters, unfortunately, so it meant they were dependant on armed shuttles.

The Android winced as her databases replayed memories of the slaughter at Coruscant, and all her own slaughters in response.

She scowled as she spotted Syd Celsius Syd Celsius , huddled under her cloak, about to board a Lambda to Seswenna.

"Like that fethin' shroud hides anything..." Lynda sneered as she walked past Syd, who flinched.

Lynda got aboard a TIE Boarding shuttle, accompanied by a small team of Soldier Biots armed to the teeth. Their job was simple: Kill enemy personnel by any means necessary.

Lynda didn't feel the blood madness she had felt when fighting the Maw in the past. She didn't feel the rage, the pure, relentless hatred that had taken possession of her at Jedha.

Honestly, she felt kind of weak. She couldn't explain it.

The chaos of the assault was all around them, League SF breaching shipyard facilities. The Lambdas escorting them downed a few TIE's getting to the shipyard, The Boarding Shuttle attached to the hull, rapidly burning through it to allow her and the others inside. The Lambdas departed, and Lynda and her crew were soon in the facility.

The Demon of Jedha would have immediately started looking for people to kill, but Lynda, too emotionally exhausted to feel that level of rage, simply held back and they began scouting, looking for the enemy, and Lynda felt strange, not certain suddenly, why she was here...what had been the need?

She shoved the doubt away as she moved through the interior, unintentionally not all that far away from Django Parata Django Parata when they heard his shotgun blasts

Joseph Torson Joseph Torson

Varos Dajaay Varos Dajaay
 
Major Faction

The Eriadu Authority

Seswenna Aeternum
The Eriadu Authority
Character Bio

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The Marine Raider squad stationed aboard the Targe, nicknamed Mynock Squad, wasted no time in arming themselves and rushing to the gunnery deck. Each one of them had trained extensively for this day, and now it would be put to the ultimate test. The gunnery crew moved aside to let the Raiders through, and one by one they filed into the large torpedo. The inside was hardly comfortable, but that was no problem as long as it got them aboard successfully. When the High Admiral gave the symbol, the torpedo with its payload of Raiders was launched at high speeds, making a direct line for the shipyard.

There was no chatter among the Raiders as the torpedo hurtled through the void of space, making use of the torpedo's thruster capabilities to avoid being targeted by point-defense cannons, and only a single word was uttered from the console as the torpedo approached the hull of the shipyard.

"Brace."

The boarding torpedo slammed through the bulkhead, and after scanning the hallway released the raiders, who landed on their feet and swept the halls. They easily spotted Django Parata Django Parata , who was marked as a friendly, and the leader lowered his rifle. "Mynock Squad. We're with the Authority. Orders were to follow the League's lead, so we'll defer to you." The duraplast and synthmesh-clad troopers scanned the corridors with their rifles and 8-gauge scatterguns, while a final Marine hefted a flame projector. Truthfully, they've been itching for a chance to get back into action like this though none of them would say as much, especially not while on the job.

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Rackham

ISB Colonel
Rackham

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A C T A_N O N_V E R B A

FINAL DAWN
SESWENNA, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES


As the Battle began, the Trade League and Eriaduan Warships along with League-aligned Warships launched a probing attack against the Security Fleet, launching a long-range bombardment from their position at a distance from the Shipyards while Trade League Starfighters clashed with their Final Dawn Counterparts, confronting the Fighter Wings of the Security Fleet while simultaneously striking against the Shipyards and the Fleet itself. Then came the swarm of Eriaduan Tie Drones that rapidly moved against the already distracted Security Fleet which was already short of one Pocket Star Destroyer which had since split off to attack the Eriaduan Cantwells.

While the Security Fleet stood their ground, the current attack itself was already starting to wear them out. The overwhelming numbers of the Eriaduan TIEs was too much even for the advanced Anti-Starfighter weaponry of the Vessels within the Fleet, and the superior skills of the Trade League's own pilots we're already causing increasing casualties among their Starfighters. The only thing keeping them afloat was the fact that the Trade League's Main Battlegroup had yet to move against them, although even that would not be enough to save them from a slow and painful death at the hands of the Eriaduan Fleet and Trade League Fighter Squadron.

To the Security Fleet it was only a matter of time before their lines broke and they we're routed, however that would never happen as when it seemed that all hope was lost, the vessels began to pick up something on their sensors...warships coming out of hyperspace, with IFF Transponders identifying them as Final Dawn warships. Atlast their reinforcements arrived, and they would soon even the odds against the Trade League.


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At the opposite side of Seswenna, far from the current zone of combat, the Final Dawn's Reinforcements arrived in full force. One by one, Neo-Imperial Capital Ships and Support Ships would emerge from hyperspace spearheaded by the FDS Hand of Judgement, Director-Admiral Sevenar's Flagship and the Final Dawn's Experimental Torpedo Sphere, Commandeered by Admiral Shall Tide, whose fleet had left O'reen to rienforce the Director-Admiral and Tempest Squadron in confronting the Trade League at Seswenna. With over two dozen Capital Ships and approximately a dozen Support Ships, the Final Dawn now stood ready to ensure the safe relocation of the Shipyards and the destruction of Motti City, both of which had been deemed as a high priority by the High Regent.

Standing onboard the Bridge of the Hand of Judgement, Dorian Sevenar watched as the Fleet began to position itself in preparation for their counter-attack. From the viewports of his Ship, he could see the Seswenna Shipyards and it's Security Fleet, along with the Trade League's Forces far behind the Shipyards further away. "Alright, let's get this over with." Sevenar said to himself. He then turned around to face Théodoro Théodoro , a Thyrsian Mercenary whom the High Regent had recruited a while back. "Theodoro, you're up. We have word that Jedi might be joining the Trade League in the Assault, and even if you miss them, you'll still have Trade League Special Forces to deal with so plenty of opportunities to find a worthy opponent. I've already prepared a ship for you in a nearby single-ship hangar to use in order to reach the Shipyards to face them." Sevenar began.

Once the Thyrsian would leave the Bridge to pursue whoever might have boarded the Shipyards, the Director-Admiral shifted his attention towards the Battle once more, eager to humble yet another foe of the Final Dawn. "All ships, began advancing on the Shipyards and deploy the First Wave of your Starfighters. I want the Shipyard and it's Security Fleet covered as soon as possible." the Director-Admiral ordered. He then turned the nearest Communications Officer and proceeded to address him. "Get me in touch with the Shipyards. ASAP." he instructed

"Sir, their comms are being jammed. We can't reach the Shipyards or the Security Fleet." the Communications Officer said in response. "What about the Fleet?" Sevenear inquired. "They've received your orders and are moving to execute them." the Officer said once more. Sevenar then took another glance at the Shipyards ahead. Hopefully, Torson would begin the process of moving the Shipyards away from the Zone of Combat and towards a safe zone where it could withdraw from the System.

Soon enough, all vessels within Tempest Squadron began deploying a Third of their Total Starfighter Compliment, with Hundreds if not Thousands of TIEs consisting of TIE Fighters and TIE Interceptors began to rush towards the Shipyards in order to come to the defense of the Security Fleet and the Shipyards and support the Local Fleet and it's own Starfighter Compliment against the Starfighters of Eriadu and the Trade League hopefully keeping them at bay for the time being.

At the same time, the Ascendant Mark-II Pocket Star Destroyer that had split off from the Security Fleet began it's attack on one of the Eriaduan Cantwell Cruisers unleashing it's main Turbolaser Batteries and Assault Concussion Missiles upon the Cruiser as it's accompanying TIE Fighters and Interceptors continued their attack against the Cruiser's Tractor Beams, adding more pressure to the Eriaduan Efforts to prevent the Half-completed Destroyer from reaching Motti City.
 
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Rhiza Dural

Rimward Jedi Spectre
Rhiza Dural
Character Bio


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Location: aboard the Unfettered Vengeance docked to Saswenna shipyards
Objective: Elimination of a Dawn sympathiser
Tags: OPEN to stealthy allies dm me if you fancy a duel

Personal Equipment
Starships

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The Spectre continued making her way along the gigantic warship, she had encountered several more patrols, but with what was happening on the docked station, the stealthy woman was easily able to pass unnoticed and unchallenged. She grunted as she reached up to the next hand hold, unauthorised use of a turbolift would break her silence so she had opted to climb the eleven levels up to the main command deck of the mawite vessel. She was in great shape, and the force was her ally, but eleven levels was proving to be tiring going.

She pulled herself in tight to the ladder alcove as another lift cart whizzed by her carrying crew members down to the bowels of the vessel. She took the moment to catch her breath and feel the force around her. It was hard to concentrate here, there was a darkness nearby, a powerful darkside force user was aboard the vessel performing some kind of ritual akin to the battle meditation of the Jedi, and it felt like he was looking for her too, or maybe just seeking out any lightsiders that might try and hunt him down in his hiding place. Two floors to go she thought as she carried. She looked down into the darkness of the lift shaft and wondered just how far it was to the bottom. No time for that.

Last floor, she looked at the doorway that led out of the lift, this was a command door, she would need to cut her way through with her saber, her last moment of peace before all hell would break out. Her white blade hummed into existence and she plunged it through the thick metal and began to cut. It only took a few moments and she was in. The Jedi was quickly confronted by a hail of blaster fire as the black clad storm troopers opened up on her, she deflected several shots, spinning in the air and firing her pistol. Plasma edged shuriken whizzed through the air, cutting through the armour like butted and slicing straight into the chest cavity of the first assailant, while her blade removed the arm of the next. Raisjng a hand she pushed both incapacitated troopers against the nearby bulkhead using the force. She could hear more coming, their heavy boots clanged along the metal corridor.

The first to encounter her lifted an arm and a geyser of flame greeted her. Rhiza brought her saber up instinctively and used the force to deflect the flame around her blade and around her before droping low and shooting the man in the iliac joint in his armour, severing arteries and sending bright red blood gushing out. <<Jedi... defeat my guards and you will have the honour of confronting me, stand by my side Master Dural and become Sith once more>> a voice entered her head as she dispatched another of the polished black warriors with a reverse thrust. "I will never go back down that path!" she shouted aloud, the very offer angered the zygerrian who took out her rage on the next trooper, decapitating him with a heavy strike to his neck joint. A few moments later the corridor was empty quiet save for the gurgles of the still to die.

She stepped forward with her blade shimmering in the darkness. "Face me coward!" she shouted at the hidden sith. She was about to cut through the door when it swished open and she smiled to herself, stepping into the main command room. It had been emptied of staff, or at least living staff, several were dead from a force drain.
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In front of her was a man, pierced and with a deep blue tattoo across his head, he was flanked by several more of the black storm troopers but they stood passive for now.

"So, Rhiza Dural of Zygerria, my beautiful slaver friend, it appears the rumours are true that you have fallen to the light. A pity, you were so strong once.

You dont remember me do you? The last time we spoke you were selling me slaves and I was inhabiting a hutt body? This new human body is disgustingly frail, but duelling with a saber is a joy i never experienced in my last life."

"Aemulor the Hutt ? Is that you?"

"The very same, what do you think? You rejected my advances as a hutt, perhaps this soft human form is more to your tastes, I am aware you like humans... Elias Edo Elias Edo ? Is that his name? I bet he doesnt appreciate you the way I would, your darkness was always so alluring."

Rhiza felt her anger rising as she remembered his advances before, then his mentioning of Elias, a man who she deeply respected, and yes, had romantic feelings for.... but why was there temptation in her heart right now. The Spectre grit her teeth hard and her fist tightened around her saber hilt.

"Oh dear, oh dear, the Jedi not enough to satisfy your appetites it seems? Are you suprised, Darth Libidine?" the man's dark eye's shone and he kicked his lips looking at the beautiful zygerrian woman, feeing the fight between her head, her heart and her loins.

Rhiza snarled and bared her teeth at the Dark Lord in front of her. "That person died in the caldera! I will never retake that name, and I will never be your play thing."

"Then this will be the end of your story, it's a pity, your late husband often boasted what a peerless lover you were."

This was the final straw to the Zygerrian woman who charged, blocking blaster fire from the bodyguards and swinging her blade into the glowing red blade of Aemulor.

 

Aenarr Kyrr

Strill Securities Tra'ibahikan Squadron Leader
Aenarr Kyrr

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Friendly Units: Tra'ibahikan Squadron
Ally Tag(s): Roth Tillian Roth Tillian | Leddie Gred Leddie Gred | Kurayami Bloodborn Kurayami Bloodborn | Nathan Bloodscrawl Nathan Bloodscrawl | Quauhtli Sacul Quauhtli Sacul | Dantius Seveirum Dantius Seveirum | Sargon Vynea Sargon Vynea | RTL
Enemy Tag(s): Electra-12 Electra-12 | Rackham Rackham | Final Dawn

Equipment​


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Aenarr Kyrr "Tra'ibahikan 1-1"

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Active Stealth Systems: Inactive.
Passive Stealth Systems: Uncompromised.
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Loadout:
Saviin Kote "Tra'ibahikan 1-2"

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Active Stealth Systems: Inactive.
Passive Stealth Systems: Uncompromised.
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Loadout:
Mar Netra "Tra'ibahikan 1-3"

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Active Stealth Systems: Inactive.
Passive Stealth Systems: Uncompromised.
EWAR Suite:
Loadout:
Rang Nihut'tyr "Tra'ibahikan 1-4"

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Active Stealth Systems: Inactive.
Passive Stealth Systems: Uncompromised.
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"The worst part of the job," Aenarr said in response to Roth. "I'm not sure what's worse, making a long-haul jump in a fighter or waiting for the 'go-signal' on a carrier," he half joked. Aenarr's thought process was interrupted by the announcement. Aenarr was mid-stride as he turned and called back at Roth in response, "Ours to shine, theirs to die." It was a variation of the Mandalorian saying, "today is a good day for someone else to die" favored by many Strill commanders. Certainly seemed appropriate here. He was midway back to where the four Breshig manufactured Tra'galaar and the rest of Tra'ibahikan waited when the second announcement came in.

Chakaare. Dropping a Star Destroyers on a civilian populace was not only an immense waste of resources, but it had to be the most di'kutla, dini'la way to tell everyone you were dini'la he'd ever witnessed in all his days. Didn't matter, the League as Roth confirmed was expecting this display of...well, dini'lan.

Tra'ibahikan were already aboard their fighters as he ascended the step ladder and settled into the cockput. With a practiced motion he jacked into the fighter's neural interface and initiated the start up sequence. The fighter's reactor awoke from standby with a high pitched whine as the engines came to life with a quiet, low pitched back of the throat growl. He felt the fighter's sensor and targeting information tug at the edge of his conscious. Aenarr tested the gmbals and slaved the turret to his control.

Consciously releasing the weapons' gimbal from his control as he switched from HE to Ion to AP to HEIAP. Satisfied that the feed selectors were working, "Their loss," he called back to Roth as status readouts from the other Tra'galaars began appearing on the left side of his vision as status reports from his own fighter flickered into view on the right. Friendly IFF markers were superimposed into his vision next as the fighter's sensor, scanner and targeting suite warmed up in earnest, switching from standby to full functioning.

The order to launch came next. Aenarr returned Roth's salute as he tapped the canopy controls. No sooner than the canopy had sealed did he pulse the repulsors, keeping the larger fighter aloft in the bay as the landing claws retracted into the hull. Tra'ibahikan wordlessly entered the launch queue and waited for their turn without ceremony. As he settled his fighter into launch position, he calmly braced for launch as he stared out into the black of space ahead, tiny red triangles superimposed into his vision the only indication of the Final Dawn starships that they were soon to engage.

Aenarr barely registered the force of the catapult pressor launching his fighter out of the bay into the black void of space. Saviin, Mar and Rang immediately formed up with him, the four fighters melding into a finger four formation instinctively. Aenarr led the others to form up with the League fighters, accelerating to match their velocity with relative ease.

A smile flickered across his face as he noticed Roth's fighter rapidly picking up velocity. "Are we going to catch up with the Jetii?" asked Saviin.

"Nayc, just keep a look out for hostiles. You know how much our burc'ya in the Final Dawn like their stealth tech. Warm the Gar Strill," responded Aenarr. The Gar Strill's feed for both his and the other three fighters immediately showed up. Immediately it picked out a few force users. These were members of the RJC or other force sensitive members of the League's operations such as Roth himself. Aenarr ignored it for the moment, that was until Roth's orders turned the squadron's collective attention to the recently arrived Eriadu Cantwells.

There was nothing on most of their stealth detection systems. Aenarr double checked, glancing down at the fighter's instrument panel to double check that it hadn't been lost in the other haze of information his neural interface was feeding his conscious, as unlikely as that was. "Tra'ibahikan, scan for life signs near those Cantwells," ordered Aenarr before transmitting an affirmative response to Roth, "Acknowledged, we're diverting." Breaking away from the other League fighters, Aenarr warmed the fighter's EWAR suite, bringing the DERP, FSP, emissions disguiser and guidance jammer to life.

Normally searching for life signs with the Gar Strill detector array in a battle like this would be looking for a needle in a haystack. Looking for something near the Cantwells that they couldn't detect otherwise narrowed it down a lot more. It didn't take the Gar Strill's dedicated heuristically learning droid brain long to output one particular life sign moving at decidedly starfighter velocities. "Oh you're good," he whispered to himself as he put the fighter into an intercept vector. "Time to see how good."

Tra'ibahikan's fighters' powerful engines brought them ever closer to maximum missile range before long. "This one's mine, watch my back," he ordered, getting acknowledgement signals from the others. The three fighters fell back into a right echelon with Aenarr at the left leading edge.

Aenarr brought up the targeting for his launchers, selecting a pair of Tra'beviin missiles tipped with a Baradium warhead and a single Tbarsr cluster missile also with baradium warheads. Switching the missiles to control guidance mode, he waited the scant seconds as the missiles downloaded sensor data, targeting and tracking information taken from the Gar Strill as well as IFF codes before the ever familiar slight vibration of the deck plates alerted him to the magnetically accelerated cold launch of said missiles.

His own fighter's sensors could only just keep track of missiles against the dark void of space amidst the chaos of the battle. Even so, Aenarr was almost sure that those missiles on their own, as capable as they were, just weren't going to finish the job. He was sure he was going to have to get in close and finish the job himself.

 

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Strill Securities NPC Account
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HSD-01M Beviin-class Heavy Star Destroyer Ca'tra b' Nau, Alor'ad Kal "Beskar'ika" Netra

"Dropping out of hyperspace," announcedhis helmsman. The pinpricks of light in the dark void that were displayed on the bridge's view ports were suddenly replaced with the view of the Rimward Trade League allied fleet. The Speranza, ships from Eriadu, it was an impressive undertaking. The Final Dawn shipyard and its defensive fleet loomerd in the distance. The battlemap updated almost instantly, holographic versions of friendly and hostile vessels began appearing on the map.

It didn't take Kal long to notice the situation with the falling Star Destroyer and the Cantwell. Any old di'kut with half a mirshe could see that shabla much. "We're getting word from Squadron Leader Kyrr, he says any attempt to slow that Star Destroyer's descent is appreciated," called his comms officer, the dark humor in Aenarr's message not being lost on him evidently.

"Get us moving. Come about, new heading, get me main battery coverage on that Final Dawn ship hitting our burc'ya's tractor ships, and get me a solution for our tractor beams on that falling Star Destroyer," snapped off Kal as he glanced from the tactical map to the bridge crew. "Then get me Colonel Kote, if he's hoping to get planet side, now's better than when we have their attention." A chorus of "Lek, alor'ad!" was snapped off by his crew as they went to work.

The entire ship was now on full combat alert. He could feel the ship shifting as its engines and maneuvering thrusters worked to orient its armored bulk away from the planet. The holographic representations of the Ve'verdyc and the Oya'karur b' Beviin turning to face the enemy vessel and the falling Star Destroyer. It was fortunate that they'd originally intended to drop out as close as possible to the planet to deploy their ground contingent, otherwise there was no way in haran that they would have been in any position to assist at all.

An icon flashed in the upper right corner of his HUD, showing that he was connected with Colonel Kote. "What's the bad news, Kal?" came the almost disappointed voice on the other end.

"Our burc'ya in the Final Dawn have decided to drop a Star Destroyer on the planet below. We're going to see if we can do something about that. Now's the best time for you to leave before we have their attention," replied Kal. "Oya manda, vod."

"Oya shabla manda," came Colonel Kote's reply right before the line went dead. Ruus was a no nonsense man, he knew first hand that while those Busayr-class Heavy Assault Transports could take a tremendous beating and dish one at the same time, it was best not to put that limit to the test.

He could see via the Manda battlenet generated tactical map that all three ships had completed maneuvering and were now in position to act. Kal picked bits and pieces of the conversation between flight control and the Busayr-class Heavy Assault Transport and Jai'galaar-class Fighter-Bomber squadrons showing up one by one on the Manda display as they burned away from his ships toward the planet. "Deploy Jahaatir drones, cover their approach," he quietly ordered. Kal watched the drones join the outgoing transports and their escorting fighters from the three ships two by two.

"Time to earn our pay, ad'ike. Load HEIAP rounds into main guns solus and t'ad. Set ion sheathe. Warm our jamming beams, same target as the main guns. Tra'cyar mav " snapped off Kal as he sent the same instructions via his command interface through the Manda batltenet to the Ve'verdyc and Oya'karur b' Beviin. A chorus of "lek, alor'ad!" answered him back from his own crew and a pair of acknowledgement signals from the other two vessels.

The time that his orders took to be executed seemed to drag on for an eternity. The view of the battle raging outside generated by the optical transducer panels on the outside of the blast shields that had now shut to protect the bridge view port kept his attention for the time. His patience was rewarded by vibration under the deck plate that he'd come to recognize as the ship's UAC-01S ultra-heavy acclerator cannons discharging. For a fleeting moment, Kal saw six white-blue bolts streak outward toward their target, two from each of his ships. He didn't get to see their impact on target as the maneuvering thrusters fired to keep them on station, threatening to knock him off his feet, as the falling Star Destroyer, now adhered to his three ships by tractor beam attempted to drag them with it.

"Thrusters to station keeping. pull that shabla hulk back up!" he snapped, glancing down at the tactical display as the appearance of eight blue lines connecting the holographic representation of the Final Dawn pocket star destroyer and the eight yellow-green lines connecting the holographic representation of the falling incomplete star destroyer caught his attention. Letting out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding in, he turned to his comms officer, "Raise our burc'ya."

Almost instantly the ever familiar "comm link established" symbol flashed in the right corner of his HUD. "This is Captain Kal Netra, Strill Securities on the Ca'tra b' Nau. Sorry for the late announcement, but we're helping hold onto that ship for you."
 

Roth Tillian

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Roth Tillian
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"Q-Command to Knight One," the comm crackled and hissed through the inference filling the system, as the signal bounced from their mid system location, keeping an eye on the various sides of the system. "We have eyes on their reinforcements- two dozen capital ships and a dozen support ships. Initial scans indicate Hand of Judgment, and particle readings from scans indicate mass-scan differentials, suggesting another sizable stealth craft somewhere in that mess."

"A-firm," Roth replied, "Relaying to the commodore-general." He looped that message along with the condensed data packet and beamed it to Speranza.

"Mission accomplished for us- we're bugging out. Deploying drones." Roth clicked the microphone in acknowledgment, focusing on the situation around them. They had swung around the system to come up on the stern of the defense fleet and station, pincering the station and small fleet between the fighter squadrons and the battlegroups vanguard.

Three of the four vessels fired their engines and hurtled towards the far end of the system, while the two disguised carriers spewed an array of drones- primarily railgun drones and missile sentry drones. Those kicked into action immediately- with the railguns focusing fire on the most significant possible target- the battlecarrier. While not massive railguns, they could maintain a consistent long-range barrage kinetic weaponry, while the sentry drones unleashed barrages of long-term concussion missiles at the TIE fighters, primarily firing diagonally into the front side of the fighters.

One of the scout ships with the spy ray reoriented its direction to focus on the reinforcing fleet and accelerated in the wake of its companions, heading to the system's edge.

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Roth focused on cutting into the fighter squadrons from the station, cutting arcs of laser fire into the swarm as he watched the one pocket-destroyer go full burn toward the Cantwells.

"Read you, Gred," Roth replied, "Marking danger zones from fire arcs. League craft will steer clear."

Three more warships appeared and Roth jerked instinctively before realizing they were from the Strill corporate fleet- with the ground forces. But more importantly, he vaguely remembered they had tractor beams.

"Strill and Gred- your info has been relayed to fleet command and your ideas. Those pocket destroyers have exposed afts and exposed ventral reactor bulbs. Concentrating your fire should break through and disable them and give you a clear run on the hulk." Roth spoke fast, watching signal markers from the rest of the surprise fighter squadron hammering the pocket destroyer that had stayed with the station, focusing on the engines at the rear, out of the range of the point defense systems, and the reactor bulbs- a combination of railgun rounds, heavy bombs, and torpedoes, with railgun rounds from the assault fighters to get the point defense engaged, followed by the heavy ordnance.
 
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Varos Dajaay

Captain of the Final Dawn
Varos Dajaay
Character Bio
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While making his way to where the breach was located on his datapad,a loud noise, presumably a high caliber gunshot, went off in close vicinity of the squad. “Pick up the pace crew, it sounds like something is definitely going on over at the breach, and whatever that could be, it probably isn’t good.”

After getting about 400 meters away from the target, one of the Relic Troopers spoke up, “Sir, it appears that there may be more than one adversary at the breach, check your datapad.” Immediately looking down at the datapad in response, Dajaay noticed a larger conglomerate of red dots where there used to be one. “Well, you may or may not be right. The more the merrier I guess.”

Eventually the squad was a mere 50 or so meters away from the markers. “Prepare to have some fun boys. It looks like we’re in for a good one, heh. Immediately after talking he started getting ready, making sure all his “toys” were in order. In turn, deploying his probe droid off his back to serve as a method of reconnaissance. “Hey buddy, why don’t you go out there and scout the area out for us. Just, this time why don’t you do it quietly ok? We don’t want what happened to you on Coruscant to happen again.”[Probe Droid Talk] “Yah, I know, just don’t get caught so I don’t have to replace every single circuit in your system.” [Probe Droid Gibberish] “C’mon stop whining, go up there and do your job.”
 
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Django Parata

Rimward Rescue Ranger
Django Parata
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Django had heard the noise of someone else boarding the station a few corridors down. His hyper-sensitive nervous system allowed him to pick up the sound vibration, though he was fairly certain a regular human could have heard it. He didn't exactly know how well humans could hear. Still, it meant that more allies were here. Or, at least, enemies of the Final Dawn.
More vibrations alerted his body, and he squatted low, putting a hand against the wall, as something slammed through the outer wall (and even into the inner wall) at the end of the hallway. A torpedo!? Then suddenly the back of the torpedo opened up, and a squad of what Django was pretty sure were Eriadu Marines swept out. Django gave them a friendly salute. He was about to continue on his way, when the leader came up to him.
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"Mynock Squad. We're with the Authority. Orders were to follow the League's lead, so we'll defer to you."
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Django wasn't exactly in any kind of command position, but he was wearing RTL uniform and armor. He thought for a moment.
"Think we should seal that or just leave it?" He pointed to the gaping hole in the wall the torpedo had left. It was still sucking air out of the hallways. They all had on vacuum-sealed armor, so they didn't really have to worry. And lack of oxygen wasn't a big deal for Django anyway.
"And we're going to blow the place up. Stick these in various susceptible spots." He handed them some of the charges and dentons he had. He shrugged. "Other than that, mow down any Final Dawn you see and cause whatever chaos you can. I'm trying to keep the preoccupied and away from the rest of my team. And remember: have fun!"
 

Sargon Vynea

Spencer's guard unicorn
Sargon Vynea
Character Bio
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Reaching out it was a pleasant surprise to feel other presences in the Force so readily accepting his aid. It was even a greater surprise when another allowed a mind meld inviting in both strength and taking the risk of lowering their defenses. Reaching out to the abundance of life around him Sargon wrapped himself in the energy of the plant life and thousands of small animals that lived on his garden. It was energy and life in abundance and the Force flowed through it as it did through all living things. Energy and closeness to the Force he could use to help others once more.

He lost his awareness of his limbs as he let his mind float on the winds of the Force. Millions of lights floated on the world and the space around it as he felt energy and movement all around him. It was too much information for any one person to handle, but he wasn't trying to analyze the information and give out battle orders. All he sought here was to be a conduit for the will of the Force, and perhaps if he was lucky an instinct or two to save a few lives. He could feel presences in the Force, but they were none he knew personally so like a strangers face they blurred into the background of millions of strangers in a crowd. The Force flowed through all of them though, and all he could do was channel the instincts it gave him into them.

As much as battle meditation was a shield though it did have a swords edge. It would create doubt and confusion in enemies, not enough to cause fear and collapse, but a mistake or two shift mountains on a battlefield. Of course it would have helped to know what the battle plan was, those little details and knowledge of what was going on electronically had always helped him make the meditations more effective. For this battle though all he could do was attempt to sharpen instincts and make communications just a bit clearer.

The strength of valor hit him slightly after his thoughts as his limbs felt rejuvenated, and young again for a moment. It was an amazing feeling in truth, and made him want to charge into battle once more. A random civilian ship diving at hardened targets didn't help anyone though, even more so when he didn't know the plan. He was skilled at the battle technique of shatterpoint, but a freighter wasn't exactly the best choice of weapons in a battle such as this. His ship was a fly to be swatted out by star destroyers in terms of all systems. Frak he'd even lowered the power to weapon systems to feed his great garden. No, this was the best use of his skills for the moment. It did however grant him something to remember and learn from though.

It felt good to be accepted, and he sent out a silent thank you through the Force as he accepted the strength given to him from others even while he returned it with his own. Perhaps he wasn't a useless piece on the table quite yet.

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Vaux Gred

Concord Terror
Vaux Gred
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Fleet: Keros' Kad, 2x Shield-class Escort Cruiser, 4x Rain-class Direct Fire Escort Corvette, 2x HF-3 Aran squadrons, 4x CST Toscan 8-R squadrons, 4x GF-4 Stinger squadrons, 2x GF-2B Super TwinTail squadrons, 2x Directorate "Ghost" Viper squadrons

The Keros Kad continued to lay fire on the pocket destoryers, focusing its hyper particle battery on the pocket destroyer that had broken off before a number of ships jumped in.

"Oh frak...."

"Karking.... All ships! Enemy fleet's here, and that's way bigger than we were thinking!" The admiral called out before sending a call to the fleet. "Get some hale between use and them! I don't want some missile sneaking through. Stinger squadrons, break and get ready to hold up those reinforcements!"

"On it!"

"Can do boss." The pair of Shields would get into position as the assault destroyer turned to face the fleet. The pair of cruisers then began to unleash walls of flak between the Gred fleet and Final Dawn ships. The star destroyers full battery that could fire forward would then open up, firing on one of the battlecruisers as long range as the fleet began to push towards the new fleet. Meanwhile, any remaining fire that could reach out would fire on the security fleet. At the same time, the Toscans that had stayed with the fleet quickly darted forwards, watching the flak before heading into battle.



Vaux held tight, getting the orders and watching as the Stingers broke off. Great. That was a lot of fighters down. She just gripped the control stick and quickly whipped around and took a shot at another at an enemy fighter. as she finished up, she'd hear Tillian's call, and take a breath.

"Oritsir.... Got it! We'll hit them harder than an armorer in a nau'ur kad (forge)." She then hit something with her comms, speaking up again. "Ok. The Stingers have to play, so we get to hit these pocket destroyers. Roll around from behind or below and unload on them!" And with that, the new fight was on. TwinTails, Aran, and Ghost Vipers would quickly turn in to engage. The fighters would pull hit and fades with their torpedoes, while the heavier Arans would fire torpedoes and bombs to try and break the heavy cruisers. This wasn't without loses, but the fighting would pick up, leveraging the smaller, lighter fighters speed and agility vs. the heavier warships.

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Xam Jubb

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OUTER RIM DEVELOPMENT CORPS
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WorldArmor 9 Planetary Shield

The hair, or what amounted to hair for Sullustans, stood up on Xam's arms as the shield flared to life. He could feel the currents of energy ripping through the air as the translucent energy stream shot skyward. Even under the sunlight, it was quite bright.

There was no mistaking a shield of this size and caliber. Even compared to warships, most energy sensors would quickly pick it up. But that was the cost of this much protection. Soon, the sheer energy flickered above the sky and expanded far outward. Xam raised a pair of electrobinoculars to his eyes and scanned along the far edges of the shield, where they disappeared beyond the far edge of Motti City.

"Make sure all the gunports are closed," Xam said, turning back to the crew manning the controls. "We won't be launching any fighters today." And hopefully, they would never, at least while he was in the system. There'd been more than enough violence in the galaxy already.
 
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Dantius Seveirum

Loyaly, Honor, Resolve
Dantius Seveirum
Character Bio

"High Admiral, sensors are detecting multiple incoming vessels on the far side, about to exit hyperspace."

Dantius stood in front of the viewport, watching the battle as closely as possible, and paused for a moment before turning and addressing the officer. "Keep scanners running, deactivate interdiction fields, and make sure the crystal gravfield trap is operational when the fleet is past the planet's mass. We're not taking any chances. Continue long range turbolaser bombardment, and begin charging the fusion accelerator cannon."

"Understood, High Admiral."

The High Admiral then turned his attention back to the battle, silently pleased. Their allies had wasted no time in springing to defend the Cantwells, and the screen of drones they had unleashed would be enough to outnumber even the Final Dawn. The Final Dawn had reacted exactly as expected, bringing a large fleet in response meaning that elsewhere, other Final Dawn installations would be less defended.
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Beyond the Seswenna shipyards, a short jump away another target was of great interest to the Authority: Naval Station Adras. Put in place by the Final Dawn with the intent of keeping Eriadu in check, the station had been a thorn in their side for far too long. From here, the Dawn worked their schemes to disrupt Seswenna and keep the Eriadu Authority from threatening them. But that would change today.

The two Intercessor-class Star Destroyers and Pellaeon-IIIs that had split off from Eriadu's reinforcements suddenly dropped out of hyperspace at a distance to the Naval Station, and the Intercessors wasted no time in charging their orbital autocannons while their plasma and ion railguns began sniping the station from range, and the Pellaeon-IIIs began bombardment with their long-range turbolasers. "We have arrived in position and are commencing our assault on the station. Seswenna Aeternum," the captain of one of the Intercessors, the Pilum, relayed back to High Admiral Seveirum. The combined League and Authority assault on the Seswenna Shipyards had, as expected, drawn the Final Dawn's fleet away from Adras, leaving it exposed to a sudden raid.

The Intercessors had been specifically chosen for this job, able to deliver incredible firepower over long range, while the Pellaeons offered protection against whatever the Final Dawn may retaliate with if they were even capable. At best, the Dawn would have to split their forces between the Shipyards and the Naval Station. One thing was clear: unless the Dawn acted quickly, Naval Station Adras was doomed.

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"The strike force is in position over Adras and has begun their attack, High Admiral."

"Excellent. Order our fleet to make a slow advance, and keep and eye on our scanners."

Suddenly, a comm came through from one of their allies' vessels, and it was transferred to the High Admiral.

Strill Securities said:
"This is Captain Kal Netra, Strill Securities on the Ca'tra b' Nau. Sorry for the late announcement, but we're helping hold onto that ship for you."
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"Understood Captain Netra, this is High Admiral Seveirum. We appreciate the help. Be aware Final Dawn reinforcements have arrived on the far side of the planet." With that, the High Admiral returned his attention to the viewport, waiting to see the Final Dawn crest over the side. If all went according to plan, today would be a glorious day for the Eriadu Authority, and an embarrassing loss for the Final Dawn.
 
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Vera Tillian

Character
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"Q-report!" One of the communications techs called, glancing up from the display. "Affirmative reinforcements- far side of the planet from us and suggests fighters have been launched!"

"Belay my request to the admiral," Vera replied, staring at the tactical displays as they lit up with more and more red dots. The reinforcement fleet arrived quicker than she anticipated, so they must have planned to try and trap the League fleet.

She was getting an inkling of the League's strategy so far, but it was getting more complex than she had ever imagined. The O'reen strike, meant as a distraction, had been a double feint? She pushed that thought away and focused on the situation.

"Spread the vanguard out within individual squadrons," Vera said, "We need to cover as much space as possible between the reinforcements and our battle fleet."

The vanguard spread out, centered around the Starhammer ships, as they began launching their Mimic Sensor decoys, tripling the apparent size of the screening fleet, before the squadrons spread out further to allow the Starhammers to launch screens of concussion mines.

The League had better ships and pilots than the Final Dawn, but that didn't necessarily mean they had more of them. Or even an equal number. Granted, the Speranza almost certainly evened the odds, but part of the screening forces' role was to thin the enemy fighters before they reached the League pilots. And they were well equipped to do that.

"First and Second Squadron," Vera said, "Move toward the anticipated approach vectors of Final Dawn fighters- see if we can get between them and cut them to size before they reach the main fleet."
 

Roth Tillian

Character
Roth Tillian
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2x Interceptor-Series Scout Frigate (1 accelerating to edge of system, second remaining outside of weapons range_
2x Shen Supa Assault Fighter Squadrons
1x Tau Devastator squadron
5x Surrel Class Fighter Squadrons
2x Vander Class Bomber Squadrons
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"Reading you, Gred," Roth replied, easing back on the throttle as the mountains of data flashing through the League's systems spiked even higher as reports flooded the channels. He gave a grim smile. So that was the trap the Final Dawn had hoped to catch them in. He was glad he was just a colonel and wasn't involved in trying to guess how much the Dawn would throw at them and then try to muster enough ships accordingly. If the data he was picking up was right though, the League still outnumbered the Dawn's total forces nearly two to one.

"Q Force, focus on this pocket destroyer; we can let our cruisers take out the rest of this security fleet," Roth's mind was racing, his cognitive processes enhanced by the presence of the Battle Meditation as sensations and images drifted through the Force, helped even more by the Force Valor from someone else. And no Sith mind-fething to counter any of those influences. It was like the most potent brew of caf he'd ever tried, multiplied even further. Energy and alertness practically sang through his veins and his hands flew nearly of their own accord.

"We know the Dawn likes to use Coren Starchaser Coren Starchaser 's shield reinforcers," Roth said, speaking out loud on the Q-Force channel. There was one Ascendant and two Katana class cruisers still holding the line between the League fleet and the space station. The pocket destroyer was the larger threat to the fleet, with more intense point defense that had already torn holes in numerous small craft. The two Katanas lacked the point defense from what he'd seen. "All squadrons break off and regroup," Roth said after a moment. An idea was forming in his mind.

He accelerated to full throttle, breaking away from the engagement, followed as best as able by the battered squadrons. There was nothing he could do about the TIE drones, but they would keep the rest of the Final Dawn pilots too busy to chase after the League pilots. "Rendezvous on aft of the port heavy cruiser," Roth said, glancing at the tactical scans. The squadrons arced inward toward that location, dodging behind the bulk of the ship for cover from the Ascendent's anti-fighter weaponry.

Roth flexed his fingers on the controls, working out the details based on what was available. "Assault squadrons Aurek and Besh, begin an attack run on the Ascendant's bridge- we're going to time our attacks." In theory, it was simple. The shield enforcer worked by concentrating shield energy where it was needed. However, that meant the shields in other places were weaker. And judging by the impact of the laser weaponry on the hull of the Ascendant, they were carrying either Xythan or molecular shields- very potent against energy weapons but useless against physical projectiles like torpedoes and bombs. "Bomber squadrons- form up on me, escort squadrons, give us cover and prepare for a torpedo run."

The squadrons moved into position and Roth took the point position, aiming low across the hull of the nearest Katana cruiser, laser cannons spitting at the gun emplacements on the cruiser, aiming by instinct more than awareness. His fighter shot past the craft and angled hard to starboard, cutting in behind the remaining Ascendant with the two bomber squadrons close behind him. Ahead, the energy torpedoes, railguns, and ion cannons from the Shen Supas hammered the vessel's exposed bridge in a continuous bombardment of solid projectiles and energy weapons. He waited for the shield ripples to indicate the Enforcer was in action and then spoke.

"Engage-" It was a bit of a gamble, but the Surrels were fanned alongside the bomber squadrons, torpedoes primed, as they approached from the engine blind spot. "Projectiles first- then lighter weapons once we're through the shields." His hand rested on the torpedo trigger, the computer locked onto the thrusters as the range ticked down. Behind him, the Tau Devastator squadron and the two Vander squadrons readied their proton bombs.

With a quick wrist flick, Roth inverted the craft so that the keel of the capital ship was "below" him and the others followed suit. Point defense fire started spitting his way from beneath the vessel, but Roth maneuvered slightly, putting the aft reactor dome between him and most of the forward defenses. The computer chimed and Roth squeezed the trigger- sending a proton torpedo arching forward toward the thrusters on the ship's stern. A yank back on the stick pulled him clear of the engines and the torpedo ignition zone as the three squadrons behind him unloaded one proton bomb per craft, not three full squadrons worth, but still more than two full squadrons of proton bombs, at the thrusters.

"Reactor dome next," Roth replied, watching the indicator as his fighter loaded a second torpedo. Seconds ticked by as he ducked and wove, firing the laser cannons at the gun emplacements. Heavy laser cannons and depleted baradium shells from the Taus and Vanders arced past him in rapid barrages. Lasers to confuse the shield hardening technology and the shells to punch clear through.
 

Saram Kote

Strill Securities Al'verde
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Enemy Tag(s): Joseph Torson Joseph Torson | Varos Dajaay Varos Dajaay | Final Dawn

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Saram was listening to Krenis outline their objectives as she noticed Django head off. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped herself as she watched him speed off enthusiastically. She was half tempted to send some of Davaab with him, but given how much ground they needed to cover and the opposition they be up against. She instead sighed audibly at his equal measures of enthusiasm and seeming lack of a plan. "Power conduits and links, avoid contact, skirt around defenses. Sounds like tad'tuur for us," she concluded enthusiastically.

"Perfect timing then," she added in response to hearing that the main assault was going to be hitting soon. "We'll split up and cover as much ground as we can. If you need backup, we're only ever a comm call away. K'oyacyi!" Saram and Davaab were about to characteristically vanish into thin air to split off and carry out their objectives when Saram's experienced eyes picked up what looked to be a probe droid only a few split seconds after her armor's composite sensor suite did.

"We're about to have company, quick," she said as she snapped up her BR-6B. Seconds passed as her HUD linked to her rifle's optic, her breathing steadied, her thumb flicked the fire selector to 'semi-automatic' and her forefinger squeezed the trigger. A depleted baradium round flew out of her Verpine Shatter Battle rifle's barrel toward the droid with frightening accuracy. Saram activated her armor's stealth systems without checking for impact or effect on target. "Ran, take Viraen, Janar and Vikhar."

Saram didn't need to say anything more. Under the lead of the two fireteam leads, Davaab quickly began moving off from the breach toward the nearest jnction to carry out their objective. Ran's fireteam took the corridor in the opposite direction from where the probe droid came, while Saram's moved closer in that general direction. There had to be a junction, an important one, in the general direction those reinforcements were coming from, right? One way or another, they were going to find out.

 
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