An Un-Common Sight (CSA Dominion of Thakosia/Shador Hex)

[Kay-Larr]

[video]https://youtu.be/80XAJKqRU9k[/video]​

A holo-image of Kay was displayed on the consoles and datapads of all the participants.

~Greetings everyone and welcome to our first War Games. The governments of Thokosia and Shador, after having decided to join our Systems Alliance, have graciously offered to host this event.

These War Games will be in two stages, one in the air and one on the ground. Each stage is vital to winning the Games, and of course the winners will be awarded. Not only are there teams competing, but individuals as well. So watch your backs but most of all have fun!

The War Games start in three...two...one.~

The holo-feed cut off and the heavy shields were activated on the orbital station and the personnel at the military base on Thokosia were put on alert. Squadrons of X-Wings took to the skies, their foils not yet open until they were set to engage the 'invaders'.

Spoiler

OOC:

Space Combat:

¤Opposing teams consisting of carriers, corvettes and fighters must disable the heavily shielded orbital station above Thokosia, board her and maintain control of the bridge for an alloted time to win.

¤All weapons will just be laser target sims, with each reacting to simulated damage.

¤Strategy is key here, and there are multiple ways to achieve this.


Ground Combat:

¤The heavy shields surrounding the orbital station are partly projected by a shield emitter system on a military base on Thokosia's surface. Ground units are required to break through the base's defences and turn off the emitter so that access to the orbital station is easier.

¤Teams are able to use vehicles, an array of weapons and ground units.

¤All blaster rifles must be set to stun and only flash bangs/smoke grenades will be permitted.


Individuals can attack either team or move on their own while the others are distracted to achieve the same objectives.

Any questions, comments, concerns can be relayed to our forum. I'll be GMing it to help keep things going.

Good luck!

~SPACE COMBAT~

Team A.
[member="Veiere Arenais"]
[member="Cassius Droma"]
[member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

Team B.
[member="Mythos"]
[member="Than Balthor"]
[member="Natalie LaForte"]

Individual.
[member="Bastin Arenais"]

~GROUND COMBAT~

Team A.
[member="Darben Skirae"]
[member="Darlyn Excron"]
[member="Orion Vikarson"]
[member="Eddak Manod"]

Team B.
[member="Lauri Törni"]
[member="Kei Raxis"]
[member="Mariya Fleischer"]
[member="Farlon Orbit"]

Individual.
[member="Virak Ip"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Thakosia​

852 ABY​

Allies: [member="Lauri Törni"] | [member="Mariya Fleischer"]​

Enemies: [member="Darben Skirae"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Orion Vikarson"] | [member="Virak Ip"]​

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The battle was set. Members of The Commenor Systems Alliance going head to head in war games. All weapons had been set to stun and Kei's own lightsaber had been very much turned down. It was now only going to cause some burning instead of taking a limb from a body. All the weapons used would hurt but it wouldn't do any lasting damage. Even Kei's blaster wouldn't do any damage, that would just stun an opponent. He wasn't going to call then ememies cause they were not, they were all friends. They were all friends and it was going to be a good bonding session between the teams and also between the opponents.

Kei looked towards Lauri and Mariya. Kei had to learn to trust the duo quickly otherwise he was aware that this wasn't going to be a good experience. His lightsaber and blaster both rattled at his side as he scanned the duo. He was looking forward to this experience, he was looking forward to learning about how his team worked, how his team operated together. Kei closed his eyes for a few seconds, attempting to use the force to send calming thoughts across his team. The force was going to be a useful took during this although he knew that if he used the force too much it would be a cheating move.

"So then. Thoughts?"

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

SPACE​

ALLIES: [member="Mythos"] | [member="Natalie LaForte"]​

ENEMIES: [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Cassius Droma"] | [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]​

POST 1​

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Despite the low stakes of this space battle, Than found himself unproportionately nervous.

The bridge of the Counterpoint was alight with anticipation, the flashing majesty of hyperspace out of the viewports. It was lightly staffed, fifteen officers busy at work keeping the Super Carrier operational. A mess of droids filled the empty spots where more officers would eventually fill the void. The Counterpoint was newly christened, right our of Gyndine Shipyards, untested and unproved. Much like it's new commander.

Systems Admiral Balthor walked onto the bridge with crisp footsteps, palpably clearing his throat. The various lieutenants and ensigns took a moment to calm down, standing at attention to the old man. He shook his head slightly, an audible chuckle forcing it's way out. Most of them were barely out of the throes of childhood, excited for the task at hand. A war game. Than would have to remind them what was at stake.

"If I could have your attention, please," Than started, taking his position at the head, staring out at the tunnel of bright lights ahead. "You may be thinking this whole exercise is unimportant. That you are allowed to slack off, and it will not endanger your position, your reputation, or you life. These are false statements."

Now he had their attention. Their giddy smiles faded, replaced by a grim confusion. Than grinned. "Our enemy today isn't pirates. Or bandits. Or fanatics. No, our enemy is the worst of all. Politicians." He heard the choked, strangled braying of suppressed laughter. They were military men and women. Of course they enjoyed ribbing their superiors.

"Ain't that the truth," grumbled one. Senior Lieutenant Isoph, if memory served.

"King Arenais is on the other side of this battle." Than stared ahead, no longer trying to hide his humor. "He is a good king, from what I can tell. A leader of his people. A leader of you." This was where he turned, the halo of space shuddering behind him, ejecting the Counterpoint into realspace.

"But you are all great men and women, and I would favor great men to a good king." He didn't get any cheers. Of course he didn't, his officers didn't know him well enough for that. But they would warm up to him, just as Than would warm up to them.

"Scramble fighters, and contact the Quicksilver, Pythius, and Foresight, as well as the other fleets. Let's give the King a run for his money."

Fleet Comp

Spoiler

Counterpoint - Commenori Receiver - 3000 / 3000
- 2 B-Wing Squadrons - 24
- 5 A-Wing Interceptor Squadrons - 60
- 10 X-Wing Fighter Squadrons - 120
- 3 Y-wing Scout Bomber Squadrons 36


Pythius - Chasin-class Star Destroyer - 1600 / 1600
- 2 X-Wing Squadrons - 24
- 2 Maia-class Interceptor Squadron - 24


Quicksilver - Ardent X Fast Frigate - 400 / 400
- 1 Maia-class Interceptor Squadron - 12

Foresight - Ardent X Fast Frigate - 400 / 400
- 1 Maia-class Interceptor Squadron - 12

Actions

Spoiler

• All ships coming out of hyperspace
• All ships launching fighters
• Have fun

 

[Lauri Törni]

Post 1
Allies: [member="Kei Raxis"] [member="Mariya Fleischer"]

Lauri had been extatic when the War games were announced. He had maintained a quiet joy until the day came. Now it was replaced by his usual seriousness in combat situations. He double checked his blasters to ensure they were set to stun, and ran thriuh the objrctives once more in his mind. He also took note on his opponents. There was a force user on the opposing side, as well as one individual with a lightsaber. Lauri had been assured thst their sabers would be weakend so they didn't sever limbs or kill, but Lauri made note to be careful about them.


His teammates, Kei and Mariya, were also ready by the looks of it. Kei was clearly a jedi, and Mariya looked to be a commenor Regular like him. This team should work well together, so long as the jedi doesn't cause any issues. His mind continued to race, assessing possible strengths and weaknesses of both teams, and tactical maneuvers to take advantage. Kei broke the silence.


"I think we should discuss tactics before moving out. Mariya, any ideas?"

 

[Natalie LaForte]

Objective: Capture the bridge
Post: 1
Location: Aboard Victory IV-Class Frigate, bridge
Allies: [member="Than Balthor"] @Mythos
Enemies: [member="Cassius Droma"] @Veire Arenais [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]
Team B

"I'd like to thank all of my esteemed colleagues for this victory."

Natalie stared into the mirror in her personal quarters that she had been assigned, becoming fixated on her appearance.

"But I'd like to thank myself for being just as charming and intelligent as ever."

A knock on the door interrupted her gloating.

"What."

"Ma'am the games have be-.."

"I'm aware Brigsby. I'll be coming out to give my victory speech in a moment. Run along now, I'll be out in a second."

Brigsby simply sighed and made way for the bridge, closely followed by Natalie wearing a rather unsuitable outfit, going more for style factor than practicality. After all, these were only stun shots, the worst she would get would be a few temporary red marks on her otherwise flawless skin. Approaching the bridge she got several cheers and applause from some of her crew members, most of them being from Cato Neimoidia as she herself was closely alligned with the planet.

"While I may not be dressed for the occasion I can assure everyone we will win this battle with cunning and smarts over the brute force tactics our opponents will be using! BRIGSBY! Open a line with the fleet that just came out of hyperspace. Launch all fighters and have the rest of the ships screen for incoming fire. Let's bring this home everybody for Cato Neimoidia."

A transmission line would be opened with [member="Than Balthor"], the young looking woman appearing as a hologram to him.

"I believe you're the person who will be working with me on this operation? My fleet will be moving for the objective immediately, we have a large amount of transports and fighters. We'd appreciate the cover, thank you."

The only worry Natalie had was limiting her crew to only be from Neimoidia with few exceptions, limiting the talent pool she had access to.

Spoiler: Neimoidia's best

-The Avant Guard- Victory IV-Class Star destroyer - 100%/100% - Exiting hyperspace
1x squadron Maia Class interceptors - Launching - 12/12
1x squadron Maia Class interceptors - Launching - 12/12

-Indicator X- Tsukkian Escort Corvette - 100%/100% - Exiting hyperspace
1x squadron Maia Class interceptors - Launching - 12/12
1x squadron Maia Class interceptors - Launching - 12/12
-Perceptor X- Tsukkian Escort Corvette - 100%/100% - Exiting hyperspace
1x squadron Maia Class interceptors - Launching - 12/12
1x squadron Maia Class interceptors - Launching - 12/12

-Transport 1- Munto-Class Escort Transport - 100%/100% - Exiting hyperspace
-Transport 2- Munto-Class Escort Transport - 100%/100% - Exiting hyperspace

-Transport 3- Munto-Class Escort Transport - 100%/100% - Exiting hyperspace
-Transport 4- Munto-Class Escort Transport - 100%/100% - Exiting hyperspace
-Transport 5- Munto-Class Escort Transport - 100%/100% - Exiting hyperspace

-Transport 6- Munto-Class Escort Transport - 100%/100% - Exiting hyperspace

Spoiler: Summary of actions

• All ships have exited hyperspace
• All fighters have been launched

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Donned in heavy beskar armor, the same armor once worn by a particularly notorious Mandalore, and loaded with his Punisher pistol (loaded with safe, mercy bullets), his DL-18 set to stun, two lightsabers, and no less than three bandoliers of stun grenades haphazardly secured to his body, the only one who stood out more was Darben, who was less of a fighter and more of a talker

Darlyn cracked his knuckles, walking up behind the man and slapping him once on the back. "You'll do fine. Just don't get shot if you can help it. You can take up the rear and try slipping in while the more experienced fighters hold the others off. Sound good?" it was more a suggestion than anything, Darlyn was less a planner than a fighter. Still, he could lead the troops once he had an objective in mind.

He d idnt really know much about his opponents or the third most stand out individual on his team, so he made no comment. Yet.

 

[Darben Skirae]

Darben had donned combat gear of a CSA trooper, he thought that perhaps if he participated in this War games exercise, it could further his combat expericence. Although he jumped in his armor when he felt a slap to the back, and he whirled around to see [member="Darlyn Excron"]. "Please...don't scare me like that" he said, thinking that next time that happened, he may accidentally pull his blaster on him. "You really think I'll do fine? Remember when you tried to teach me?"

Plus this time, he was facing targets that fire back. Sure, it wouldn't end in death. But he doubted he would make it very far through this. He carried with him an S-3 Mangler Sonic Pistol as a sidearm and a CAR 7 as his main. He had never used a rifle before, so this would be interesting. With him was his bodyguard, who also wanted in on the action, Mia Nujik. "This'll be fun, don't you worry" she said, in an attempt to comfort Darben. "He's so uptight, can't take him anywhere without him worrying" she then jokingly said to Darlyn as a mockey to Darben, with a bit of a mischievous smile.

 

[Mariya Fleischer]

Objective: Capture the flag scenario Turn off emitter
Team B: [member="Kei Raxis"] | [member="Lauri Törni"]
Strategy: Dumb blonde ideas

War games. The last time she joined one was years ago when she was still in military with the Republic. The blonde had no idea why she was even standing on the battlefield. Her role in Commenor was to develop and establish an intelligence network. Intelligence officers usually did not need to be in the front line, though she was not exactly an intelligence officer either. She held no rank among the military and yet held sway in military matters due to her intelligence role.

Mariya had no idea what to make out of her role. Maybe she was like a multipurpose army knife, capable of doing multiple tasks and could fit in lots of roles. Except flying. The last thing she flew something, the ship ended up in the repair workshop for a month. Whatever the case was, she was assigned into a team and needed to suit up for the game session. Even though she refused to admit it, the mercenary was probably still excited at the thought of firing a few shots and testing her own abilities against others.

Afterall, equipment was covering her from head to toe.

Helmet with armour for a start. Her multi purpose DC-17m was attached with the Pulsed Energy Projectile laser for non lethal takedowns. She could still change the DC-17m into multi configurations, ranging from sniping to anti armour takedowns. Just expect lots of bruises and vehicles dying to EMPs. Sidearms include her favourite KYD-21 and a SonoMax 100 slung behind her back, both in stun modes. Her cloaking device hung on her belt and she finished up her accessories with an assortment of grenades (stun, smoke and flash) and a stun baton.

"Ideas?" She raised an eyebrow at Lauri, who was obviously from the military since he was wearing his rank. "I am a civilian, remember? I was actually hoping that you could share a strategy or two."

A blatant lie. The mercenary held an officer rank when she was briefly with the Republic. The blonde just enjoyed playing the role of a "I am a newbie and don't know anything" to amuse herself. It usually helped to reduce her stress. She giggled and continued, "Since the aim is to capture the flag... I mean, turn off the emitter, I suggest some recon might be a good start?"

 

[Orion Vikarson]

Orion stretched his arms out, groaning. He had been out drinking the night before and had only woke up about an hour ago. It was the day the War Games began and though he wasn't too thrilled he wasn't fighting anyone for real, it had been a long time since he last had a fight (Orion didn't count drunken punch ups as real fighting.)

He wore a cream robe, his hood was up to keep the light out of his eye so it did not further upset his hangover. His lightsaber hung at his side which had been toned down the night before, it would be frowned upon if he killed someone days after joining the CSA under Lady Kay. His allies were conferring amongst themselves, he listened as he laced his boots. He did not know them and they didn't know him, he didn't even know his enemies for that matter and enemies they were. Those enemies may be allies after the games were over but not today, Orion is only taking part to win and win he shall, no matter the cost.

"Have some confidence kid." His voice was stern and commanding. "Listen to that..." His head was pounding, the name of the species was evading him. "...Thing. It'll be fun, well, provided we win. I don't do losing well." He reached into the pocket and pulled out a canteen and started to drink the whiskey that it contained.

 

[Virak Ip]

Location: Thakosia
Objective: Infiltrate and neutralise one or both military bases planet-side / Do whatever I want to sow chaos
Team (Allies): Individual
Enemies: Team A ( [member="Darben Skirae"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Orion Vikarson"] | [member="Eddak Manod"] ), Team B ( [member="Lauri Törni"] | [member="Kei Raxis"] | [member="Mariya Fleischer"] )
Post: 1


As the image of [member="Lady Kay"] flickered out of view, her final words causing a rippling effect across the planet as military personal were put on high alert, a small and subtle smirk stretched at the Zabrak's lips, curling them back enough that pointed teeth could be seen. Cracking his neck sharply to one side, Virak pushed himself up from where he had been sitting as he had awaited the starting announcement that had just been made, the cloak that was fastened to the front of his breastplate settling around him in waves of soft red cloth. It had been a long time since the Representative for Sev Tok would have been able to test his blade and strength against foes of a respectable level of strength, the bloodlust that sung its enchanting hymn within his bones raising to a fever pitch with every beat of his two hearts.

​Anticipation was soon tempered by focus, however, the influence from the imbued cloak that he had woven out of fabric and the Force itself doing its duty and calming the rush of thoughts that stirred within his mind. It would not do for him to lose control of himself just yet, after all. Now was the time to plan and think, not the time to relish in the beat of war drums and the glory that combat brought. Having signed up as a individual in the war games, he had to think multiple layers, consider what both teams would do and try and predict a way to counter them both. Thankfully, however, he did have the advantage of working on his own and, as such, being much harder to identify than a team.

Tapping his fingers against one another in though, the sound of claws against metal ringing out, the Zabrak tried to put himself in the minds of his enemies. To the best of his knowledge, none had worked together before, meaning that they would need to move slowly, unable to move as a single organism due to a lack of trust and, or, knowledge in each others skills. Such a disadvantage would also mean that a full on assault against a base would also be unwise; that is, if they assumed that a full on assault would be the tactic that would bring them success. No, they could only win this game, as far as he could see, if they took things slowly and utilise an element of espionage and stealth.

Smirking as a plan began to settle within his mind, Virak reached down to his side and hefted the large greatsword that rested there, resting it against his shoulder even as he adjusted the weight of the rifle strapped to his side. Turning, he took only two steps before twisting out of reality, the Force curling around where he had just been as he tore his way through space to appear elsewhere, forcing space to bow to his will and fold around him. He had to prepare to welcome his foes, after all, and what better way than to set up a nest overlooking one of the two bases, where he knew at least one part of his prey to be gathered?

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Thakosia​

852 ABY​

Allies: [member="Lauri Törni"] | [member="Mariya Fleischer"]​

Enemies: [member="Darben Skirae"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Orion Vikarson"] | [member="Virak Ip"]​

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He listened to the duo discuss "plans". It was a good idea, basic recon would work. If they could figure out the location of the emitter, Kei could use the force to shut it down from a distance while the other two held off the enemy. He wasn't sure how many force users were opposite but he knew that they would pose the biggest thread for the trio. Kei could hold off one without issue but two or more then Kei was fully aware that there would be an issue. He could only hold of one force user before they started to overpower him, overwhelm him. He wasn't as strong as most force users anyway.

"Here's my thoughts. We move on the emitter, there's three of us. Watch each others backs, keep vigilent and we can move safe"

Technically his theory would work. Kei could keep the force feeling for different people, enemies and opponents. If they kept moving they'd be fine, they needed to be the first team to reach and disable the emitter. Once the emitter was down they could spend time battling in a game of war games. It was the best plan that Kei could think of, one that would keep them safe as they moved for the emitter.

 

[WolfMortum]

Post: 1.
Team A Objective: Disable the heavily shielded orbital station above Thokosia, board her and maintain control of the bridge for an allotted time to win.
Location: The Bridge of the QueensGuard Battle Cruiser.
Event Manager: [member="Lady Kay"].
Training Exercise, Allies: [member="Cassius Droma"], [member="Abelain Narv'uk"].
Training Exercise, Opposition: [member="Mythos"], [member="Than Balthor"], [member="Natalie LaForte"].

Spoiler: Fleet Compliment

The QueensGuard - Commenori Battlecruiser
- 3 Light Transport Squadron

The Matriarch

- 1 squadron interceptors
- 2 squadrons space superiority fighters
- 1 squadron bombers or boarding craft

Vindicator IV-class Escort Cruiser
- x1 squadrons (12) of TIE/LN Mark IV Starfighters

Dreadnaught-class MKII Heavy Cruiser
- x1 squadron of fighters.

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The Grand Admiral of the Systems Alliance, Vikras Ansion stood beside his King and close personal friend looking upon Veiere Arenais with something of a peculiar smile. Though this was a simulated training exercise for their own people to take part in, a drill so to speak in the case that the war being waged outside their borders might ever come to be fought upon their very worlds, he still knew Veiere's discomfort with such Commands. The former Jedi, showing his age and ware much more nowadays seemed somewhat out of his depth with the bridge crew of the The QueensGuard moving about, their stations manned, reporting back to him that he might try to follow and recognize every fleeting term and name of their escorting vessels alongside them for the FTL Jump en-route to their destination.

His Wife and Queen had organized this event, [member="Lady Kay"] wanting the most out of their military and government roster, to be confident in their ability to defend the citizens of the Systems Alliance and fend off those that might seek to oppress them. Recent discussions between the two had covered the fact that their allies while numbering rather formidably, could not entirely be relied on for the simple fact that Commenor itself hadn't invested any of it's people in their war-time affairs. Humanitarian Aid, financial investment and support, that was how they supported their neighboring nations, yet how could Veiere ask their people to die for him when so few of the Systems Alliance's had risked doing so for those outside of their territories.

"Don't look so nervous, Veiere..." Vikras spoke up with a chuckle, "You've been here before, in times of war. You commanded the Chimaera and the 501st once upon a time...".

Of course, Veiere hadn't forgotten the years spent upon Ession, his attempt to help the people of the Dominion and follow in the last wishes of his long lost Brother to the war between the Sith and the Galactic Alliance, Cyril Grayson. His relinquishing the Chimaera Star-Destroyer and the 501st Storm-Trooper Legion into Veiere's command was both a frightening endowment of power and authority over others given his very humble place as a vagabond Jedi Knight back then; yet also too how he was provoked into reaching out to Commenor's Naval Base back there on their Capital World, employing a fairly younger looking officer Vikras Ansion into his service...

"I used to feel as though I was being guided by something larger than myself, Vikras. My decisions justified in that I was seeking to do the best for my people, the Force at my back and the safety in their future ahead of me...-That as well as the lack of time and choice in being able to plan and second guess myself in times of actual war paint a very different picture to this exercise here...Frankly, the only thing I'm about to prove is how their King is best sat upon a throne and the Navy left in your capable hands" He chuckled quietly under his breath at his own expense, turning to look back ahead as their imminent leave of hyperspace was announced by one of the forward stations.

Spoiler: Summary of Actions

Exiting Hyperspace, in the vicinity of the Thokosia Orbital Station.

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Space​

ALLIES - [member="Cassius Droma"] , @Veire Arenais
ENEMIES - [member="Than Balthor"] , [member="Mythos"] , [member="Natalie LaForte"]


If Abelain had believed that the Paladin had been alive with activity when it had first arisen triumphantly from the orbit of Ghul, then he was doubly so stricken with an assessement of vitality and awe when the vessel drew near to battle. Of course, the battle being presented to the crew was not one of hostile intent, and all aboard recognized that there would be no casualties whatsoever barring freak accidents occurring between fighter pilots; such things did occasionally happen, but shields existed for a reason, and would hopefully be able to prevent such an frightful collision.

The Arue'tii had watched for several long minutes as the bridge crew of the Paladin shuffled to and fro, gathering together whatever information each one required before returning to their stations or else to the line of officers who waited to relegate their information onwards to their own superiors. Everything was orderly, a nice and neat hive of activity with a clearly defined chain-of-command, and a semblance of order that permeated the entire interior of the vessel.

The Sith had left his personal flagship in command of one of his most trusted fleet advisors, and had instead chosen to spend the battle upon the ship which had been loaned to him by one of the members of the CSA. It had taken him somewhat by surprise when the offer had come through to use the ship, especially since he was so used to the selfish nature of the Sith who would be far more likely to demand a vessel than to offer one for use. Of course, a major stipulation of his activity with the Nightshadow was that it would only be used for the sake of the practice, and so he supposed that there was far less risk than might initially be indicated.

The crew of the Nightshadow differed greatly from that of the Paladin. It was not necessarily a difference in efficiency nor skill, but rather a difference in how they went about displaying that efficiency and skill, as though they had been
taught under a different system. There were still similarities between the two ships, and it took little time for the
Arue'tii to take heed of the chain-of-command upon the Nightshadow. Nevertheless, whereas the Paladin was being crewed almost entirely by ex-One Sith soldiers and fleeting crew, persons who had fought under an oppressive and mighty regime, and who had long since come to terms with the chance of dying at the hands of an ungrateful commander, the Nightshadow seemed to reflect a far less morbid tension at the coming escapades.


"Open a channel to the other ships under my command." Regardless of the CSA members aboard the Nightshadow, it had already been determined that he would be taking complete control for the duration of the engagement, and his order was immediately heeded with a couple of curious looks from the fresh bridge crew at their alien commander. The other vessels he referred to were the Osprey and Imperator, a pair of Rancor Class Assault Frigates which had survived the destruction of the One Sith, and who had fled alongside their Vanguard Class Heavy Cruiser to reside upon the world of Ghul. The persons aboard had been somewhat taken aback by his home world, but they had been assisted along with the resident members of the Paladin in their settling of the world until they qualified as true Ghullen.

"Lightspeed to the designated zone in two minutes. Scramble all fighters when we've jumped, and prepare for battle."






Fleet Composition

Spoiler

(As per standard with Fleet Battles, I'm simply making up EHP numbers based upon the characteristics and relative abilities of vessels. That said, fighter squadrons have actually been calculated to a reasonable degree of realism. )

The Nightshadow - Peregrine Armed Freighter
400/400 EHP (Effective Health Points: 200 Shield, 200 Hull)

4 Squadrons of Maia Interceptors
48/48

8 Torrent Heavy Starfighters
8/8

4 Incitatus Shuttles
4/4



The Paladin - Vanguard Heavy Cruiser
1000/1000 EHP (700 Shield, 300 Hull)

16 Torrent Heavy Starfighters
16/16

4 Incitatus Shuttles
4/4

2 Squadrons of OS TIE Fighters
24/24

The Osprey - Rancor Assault Frigate
500/500 EHP (300 Shield, 200 Hull. Shield is one-directional)

The Imperator - Rancor Assault Frigate
500/500 EHP (300 Shield, 200 Hull. Shield is one-directional)

Actions

Spoiler

Arrive
Launch all Fighters (Discounting shuttles)

 

[Cassius Droma]

Post: 1
Objective: Wait for orders
Allies: [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]
Enemies: [member="Than Balthor"] | [member="Natalie LaForte"] | [member="Mythos"]

A multitude of green-painted starfighters burst in from hyperspace, filling in the gaps between the various cruisers and frigates that had also jumped in. Cassius did a quick diagnostic scan – everything was still good to go. He also double-checked to make sure his weapons were on simulation mode, as he didn’t want to accidentally blow the friendly competition out of the sky. A simple read-out allowed him to see statuses for all of the fighters under his command, including shields, hull integrity, and weapons status. Everyone was green and good to go.

“All wings, report in,” Cassius commanded. All squadrons under his command let him know that they were ready to go. He took a deep breath, focusing himself, despite the fact that it was merely a simulation. For this engagement, he’d been put in charge of a taskforce of more elite starfighters. The best that the CSA had to offer. Cassius had also brought along Jade Squadron, as it would be good practice for them to be in such a large engagement. In keeping with the Jade theme, each squadron was named after a shade of green.

Cassius opened a channel to Admiral Vikras Ansion. “Admiral Ansion, this is Jade Leader. My fighters are ready to go. Just give us the order.” For this, A-wings were expected to protect friendly bombers as they went after the shields or enemy ships. As both sides had a similar objective at the moment, however, Cassius didn’t want to jump into anything just yet. Perhaps letting the others pick at the shields would be more opportune.

Flicking a switch on his console, he fired up the A-wing’s advanced sensor package, hoping to get readings on the enemy craft. He didn’t need sensors to know just how many there were, though. Through the cockpit glass, he could see the tiny craft pouring out of the larger ones, like angry insects buzzing from a hive.

Strike Force Green:

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- Jade Squadron (RZ-X A-wing Interceptors) [12/12]
- Hunter Squadron (RZ-1 A-wing Interceptors) [12/12]
- Emerald Squadron (RZ-1 A-wing Interceptors) [12/12]
- Mantis Squadron (RAF-02 Y-wing Bombers) [12/12]
- Verdant Squadron (RAF-02 Y-wing Bombers) [12/12]

Summary of Actions:

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- Exited hyperspace
- Jade Squadron turns on advanced sensors to begin gathering information on enemy forces.

 

[Mythos]

Allies:[member="Than Balthor"] [member="Natalie LaForte"]
Enemies: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Cassius Droma"]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pTtnAuJt8Co


Objective: Make Darlyn look bad as usual.

I have been outside the cockpit of a fighter for too long...


Too long his skills behind the starfighter had been reduced to mere flight from planet to planet, from just watching from afar or below as other men took to the sky to fight. Before he was anything Mythos had been part of the royal nabooian ace squadrons of the queen herself, where was that queen now a days? Only speculations and rumors but here her best dogfighter still roamed the sky. From the infinite vastness of space Mythos emerged in a single vessel, he spotted what was to be his assigned allied fleet, also just out of hyperspace. Turning on his Blade, the last of it's kind in the galaxy, Mythos headed in their direction but not before his own fleet popped out of hyperspace in a position perpendicular to the fleet he was aiding.

He meant to strike first. Where as jitters and excitement sank in the minds of others Mythos only sported purpose and the desire for combat even if it was, sadly, just a simulation. Behind him several squadrons also dropped out of hyperspace.His orders were as simple as they were precise, lock into the enemy capital ships and engage. Frontal full assault, engage the enemy and force their hand into combat as soon as possible. He meant to put them on the defensive on his own while his allies observed and while the enemy was forced to react his allies could act on their own accord and on their own terms.

"Paw paw Specter online, form arrow formation on me."

His ultimate goal however, was much more ideal. While in commenor the men he had trained were called the Commenori Marines and their name was exactly what they were about to prove today. A regiment of soldiers experimental in nature but if they were successful today he could push them forward to Kay in order to make them a unique branch all on their own. The Elite of the Elite Naval forces, a force designed and built to sustain heavy loses and push forward to the enemy during a naval boarding. An Assault specific force.

How could he command while also dogfighting? How could Mythos lead his forces while also so far deep into enemy lines? A better question would be when had Mythos never lead from the front? His orders were never a command more complicated than "Follow Me".

Doubling around the bigger capital ships Mythos then headed back to his forces. Small by his estimate but hand picked and selected by the former King of Atrisia. He had never lead a naval assault but he had fought in them, a better dogfighter than only one in his life. "You know your orders men, close with and destroy the enemy."

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1 Chasin Class SD
2 Tuskian Corvettes Eacch Carrying 2 Squadrons of Torrent Class HSF
3 Dreadnaught class HCs
5 Munto Class Transports at the Back with the Commenori Marines. Two Hundred Soldiers.

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I have no idea what i am doing but it will be cool.

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Jump out of Hyperspace, Fly around Ominously.
Fleet: Charge! To the Guessed direction of Enemy fleet.

​

 

[Dravis Rosilla]

SPACE
ALLIES: [member="Mythos"] | [member="Natalie LaForte"]
ENEMIES: [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Cassius Droma"] | [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]
POST 2

"Sir! The Avant Guard is hailing us."

"Put them up."

Than smiled as he saw the figure of [member="Natalie LaForte"] erupt into being. Than listened to her intently, warm eyes sweeping over his crew as he did. Straight to business, it seemed. Then again, war didn't offer reprieve, so their training sessions should should be no exception.

"Yes, Miss. Systems Admiral Balthor." He introduced himself, bowing at the waist. "Copy. I'll send a compliment of fighters to assist you, as well as my frigates. That should help with the stations fighters, as well as providing cover from the enemy's forces."

He turned to his comms officer, nodding. "Tell Captain Barka to send his X-Wing squardrons with Miss LaForte. That should provide more than enough protection." The officer nodded, contacting the necessary people. Natalie would quickly find ten squadrons of X-Wings, roughly 120 ships in total, emerge from a cloud of moving metal around the Counterpoint, as well as three squadrons of Y-Wing bombers, leaving the remaining miasma of fighters to swirl around Balthor's battlegroup, held in reserve.

Than touched the vibroblade at his side. "Contact the Pythius. Tell them to begin to skirt around the edge of the station. The frigates are to accompany LaForte's assault. We will stay back for now."

Than noticed the presence of more ships coming out of hyperspace perpendicular to his own fleet, the group led by [member="Mythos"] making a beeline for the capital ships of the enemy team. Than narrowed his eyes as he observed, trying to piece together the other's strategy. A senior lieutenant gasped, trying to wrap her head around the strategy.

"They're throwing away their ships," she said in a huff. But Balthor finally understood.

"No, they're buying us time." Than didn't smile, but understanding lit his features. "Aggression. I would expect nothing less from a Sith Lord. Let's hope we're able to capitalize."

The game was afoot.

Fleet Comp

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Counterpoint - Commenori Receiver - 3000 / 3000
- 2 B-Wing Squadrons - 24
- 5 A-Wing Interceptor Squadrons - 60
- 10 X-Wing Fighter Squadrons - 120
- 3 Y-wing Scout Bomber Squadrons 36


Pythius - Chasin-class Star Destroyer - 1600 / 1600
- 2 X-Wing Squadrons - 24
- 2 Maia-class Interceptor Squadron - 24


Quicksilver - Ardent X Fast Frigate - 400 / 400
- 1 Maia-class Interceptor Squadron - 12

Foresight - Ardent X Fast Frigate - 400 / 400
- 1 Maia-class Interceptor Squadron - 12

Actions

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• Counterpoint sending 10 X-Wing Squadrons and 3 Y-Wing Scout Bomber Squadrons with LaForte's assault
• Quicksilver and Foresight joining LaForte's assault
• Pythius moving forward slowly, charging weapons

 

[Eddak Manod]

Post: 1
Commander: [member="Veiere Arenais"], Vikras Ansion
Allies: [member="Darben Skirae"], [member="Darlyn Excron"], [member="Orion Vikarson"]
Enemies: [member="Lauri Törni"], [member="Kei Raxis"], [member="Mariya Fleischer"], [member="Kemoth of Asteria"]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzHS-BcQ_0Y[/youtube]​

Galderra Defense Initiative didn't have sophisticated or stylish transports yet.... but they were absolutely in the making. A few Royal-class ships of the line jumped into the system, only for escort of the transport vessels ready to unload their shuttle compliments. After the transports would unload, they would leave. Word had been sent to Commander [member="Veiere Arenais"] that he could take command of the three(3) Royal-class that were used as escorts if he needed support, as they would be ready for his call. Eddak was already loaded up in his shuttle with his men, and he would have command of over a hundred Galderra Trooper.... recruits. Armed with slugthrowers, loaded with large Rubber Bullets, and little training, they were... somewhat(?) ready(?). Eddak also had two of his most trained soldiers as his personal guard and escort, but they had the same weaponry as the rest of his men.

"Listen up, men!" Eddak shouted over his commlink. "This may be just a simulation, but the enemy exists! And they will open fire! Don't forget we are all friends here, but this being a simulation means it's a preparation for war! You have got to be battle ready when you meet the enemy face to face in any engagement!" Eddak was armored enough with his Jacket, with Gados Graphite Chainmail stitched inside of it. Eddaks grin widened as he felt battle starved. "Commense with the invasion!"

Eddak was perhaps better at commanding his ship rather than army, but he needed this as well. Not only did he need to learn how to better command his ground forces, but he missed it. Usually he only commanded a few squads. This time, he was commanding Galderra's first... 'army.' The transports took in a position behind and below the escort ships, still fully behind with some space from Veiere and his fleet. This also meant the ground forces would launch very far from their intended target, but they also brought transports. Shuttles and transport shuttles carrying vehicles started flooding out of the vessels escorted by the Royal-classes. If the enemy was anywhere near the drop point, they would only encounter infantry at first, and later vehicles would reinforce them.

 

[Lauri Törni]

Post: 2
Allies: [member="Kei Raxis"] [member="Mariya Fleischer"]

Lauri contemplated his options. Recon was almost always a must, but time was of the essence. The jedi might be able to sense nearby opponents, which would make up for a lack of intel, at least partially. They still didn't know hw many forces there were, or how far away they were. This was a battlefield. Risks had to be taken.

We'll move out immeadiaty. Kei's right, we have no time for recon, valuable though it might be."

 

[Kay-Larr]

~SPACE COMBAT~​

Enemies:[member="Veiere Arenais"] ,[member="Cassius Droma"] , [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]
[member="Mythos"] , [member="Than Balthor"] , [member="Natalie LaForte"]
Allies: Thokosia/Shador Officers
Post: 2

Lucky Thirteen. That's what they were. Thirteen squadrons of X-Wings, some of which were leftover remnants or wars gone by. But hey, they still worked. Most especially for these games. The big plan was that once their alliance with the CSA was solidified, they'd have more funding to better their fighters and their defensive capabilities. That was what this was all about; a test. Not just for Thokosia and Shador, but for the CSA forces as well. Wars were fought all around them and one day their luck at avoiding them would run out. It was time to see what they could do.

General Okto stood on the bridge of the Orbital Station. Defending this very room was his top priority. He eyed the fleets that exited hyperspace from the large viewscreens in front of him. Other officers sat at their consoles, reading the sensors and calling out the number of ships and their class. There was a lot more out there than he had bargained for.

He turned on the comms to speak with all of his fighters. ~Squadron leaders, prepare to engage. Hold defensive positions. All out there are considered hostiles, even to eachother. So hold until they breach the first perimeter. When that happens, Squadrons One thru Six attack the frigates and transports. Squadron Seven and Eight, give them support and draw their defences away. The rest of you will hold until the second perimeter is breached. If you are taken out, land at the Weiss Mountain Base. Last fighter out here will be rewarded. Make it look good out there.~

Now it was the waiting game. Okto thrived on the suspense. It made him feel more alive.​

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13 X-Wing Squadrons (x12)

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¤All Squadrons prepare for battle.
¤Squadrons 7-8 make a wide formation out front and hold.
¤Squadrons 1-6 fall in behind and hold.
¤Squadrons 9-13 remain near the Orbital Station.

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Post 2

Darlyn chuckled at the nautolan's response, giving her a firm nod as he turned to look at the forces, now readily assembled and prepared to move at a moment's notice, minus the four currently talking of course. So, the dark master cleared his throat and held a hand up to draw attention.

"The time has come to decide our strategy. As one of our unelected leaders I will put forth the first suggestion. I propose... we do not attack." The murder was thunderous as muttering could be. Everyone knew how in love with violence the Minister of Justice was. He'd bruised a number of them after all.

But he wasn't done surprising them yet. "Instead, we will use the enemy as a tool. In my suggestion, we will send out scouts loaded with flares, loud non lethal explosives, and radios loaded with loud and obnoxious polka music. They will find the enemy's approach vector, and alert the defending neutral troops. Then we wait for an opportunity to come in full force at the weakened defenses, break through like thrice damned action stars, and come back for whisky and cigars if you are so inclined. Any other suggestions or shall we put this plan in action?"

For [member="Orion Vikarson"] it was a chance to learn the patient hunter within Darlyn before the violent drunk. For [member="Darben Skirae"] it was a chance to look past that mask. For Darlyn, it was the kind of thing he enjoyed most in all of the world.