Aritus's Command (IR/pm for invite)

[Graf's Archive Account]

"We have succesfully hacked into the bridge computer, we used it to locate the remaining stragglers on the destroyer, it shouldn't give you much trouble" He stated into the comms, as he and the other Storm Commandos were heading up to the bridge.

[member="Colrenn Renth"]

 

[Colton Renth]

“Understood excellent work, I’ll on the bridge shortly, I would ask that one your team is rested the search the ship for other sources of information, Datapads, holovids, personal journals and so on all data may hold clues for us.” He replied.

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

"Yes, Sir, Right away" SC-4486 replied, He told his team to begin searching every room they come by for the devices Colrenn Renth asked for, They started in the corridor that they were in, most of the rooms had nothing, but some rooms, like bunk areas, had some datapads that was owned by a crewman that had left it there.

When they finished with said corridor, they moved on to the next.

 

[Colton Renth]

Colrenn made his to bridge of the ship, and began downloading everything from the bridge computers, designs, and weapons specs, armaments, troop complement, maintenance and combat logs, com frequencies and protocols, personal flies, maps, any and all data he could get this was treasure of intel about the fringe, and the commanding were information that aide in psychological ware with personal logs and such from intelligence could get an idea of how these people thought what they held dear and what frightened them. “Hmm a lot data here this is going a take some time to download.” He said

 

[Ryan]

Location: Bridge of the Chimera
Objective: Deal with this pirate rabble
Allies: Imperial Remnant forces
Enemies: Pirate/Fringe Remnant forces
OOC: This is me writing myself into a LOA for a week. Valen has command of the Naval ops. Sorry if I missed anyone in my post.

The old man watched the young chiss officer, [member="Tor'valen'di"] , work his magic. The pup did not stray nor hesitated at the chance of command. He showed true promise with an ambitious talent to seize the moment. "guid laddie!" the Grand Admiral would give one of his rare compliments as the younger officer commanded the Chimaera into battle. Now for the moment of truth...... The Grand Admiral rose from his chair, the naval battle lit up before his eyes byound the holoproctor and the viewports. He would turn and walk towards the exit. He was throwing the chiss to the wolves, true and proper.

"yoo hae commain second lieutenant valen!" Garvan bellowed in his deep accent as he continued to march away. He just gave his full confidence to the chiss and with out missing a beat "i will be in mah personal quarters". The old man was crazy, there was no doubt in that but he knew that if he was to forge a new empire he needed officers forged properly and baptized by battle. The young bird needed to be kicked out of the next and learn to fly on his own and with out the scrutinous eyes of the Grand Admiral baring down on him.

Garvan would exit out through the turbo lift whispering to hismelf "fly mah wee birdy fly!

Then he would get beep on his private comms. With a quick press of a button he would receive the contractors message of partial failure. The Grand Admiral would sigh, as much as he would of liked to divvy up his forces to aid the paid help there was no chance in this. The current situation needed all hands on deck if there all were to survive."request denied korne. nae additional forces available at thes moment" The old man would relay back to the mercenary, [member="Abric Korne"] , on the ground. "adapt an' overcome, wark wi' whit ye got son!"

 

[Usa'ar Obath]

Location: TIE Seeker, in formation in attack run
Objective: Disable enemy ship's engines
Allies: [member="Alva Calvarona"] and the Galactic Empire
Enemies: Pirate/unknown enemies

Usa'ar loved the hum of the Seeker's engines, and listening to them roar as the squadron moved in on the enemy ship's engines was a bonus. He was near the back of [member="Alva Calvarona"]'s attack squadron. "Read you loud and clear, sir," he stated in the comms, while dodging a stray burst of flak that nearly missed his fighter.

They were in range of the engines now. Usa'ar patiently waited for the lead fighters to hit them with first their missiles and then a couple bursts of canon fire, just as instructed. He felt a surge of excitement as he pressed the trigger and his own weaponry burst out at the engines. As the squadron passed over the smoking, wrecked remains of what once was the engine housing, Usa'ar noted an array of red dots on his radar. "Sir, we've got incoming enemy fighters. Orders?"

 

[Vanya Lyekova]

Bakura Starport
Finishing up
Ally: [member="Weiss"] [member="Bria Shadow-Tarkin"]

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The BFM was retreating and the 502 and the 337 were in hot pursuit. Lt. Colonel Lyecova knew it was time to switch gears. She picked up her com,

"Alright Taggert. Let's focus on capturing that Star Destroyer now. The Starport is evacuated of civilians and the computers have dumped the local flight plans. We are finished here until we get some air support from the Chimera. Good job."

She nodded to her staff to begin loading up the office. It was time to move to new quarters.

"Taggert. I am moving the CIC out of the Member's Lounge. We will command the Bakura Destroyer as our new base. Get your troopers on it. I want the 502 garrisoned on that Destroyer asap. ...And get me a report of our wounded. We'll borrow as much medical equipment from the Starport as we can. ...Colonel out."

....

Lyecova and her staff boarded her gunship and took off from the port. The Lt. Colonel would move their base from the Starport to the Destroyer. All was going as planned.

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*ooc: okay people, lets finish up the ground game and move everybody into space. In my next post we'll get the Bakura Destroyer into orbit to help with the fight. Cheers.

 

[Abric Korne]

Location: Bakura, Solis D'aar
Objective: Identify tertiary target for elimination
Allies: [member="Garvan Aritus"] @Imperial Remnant Forces

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..."Understood Admiral."...was the reply that came over the comms after Aritus had denied him the reinforcements he requested in order to assist in eliminating the Governor. By now the Shuttle that the Governor of Bakura was on board would have cast a much smaller silhouette as it withdrew from the Stronghold. Abric, one hand still pressing over the wound to his abdomen, watched and mulled over his options. The Stronghold was an enormous fortification that the Governor had been using so he imagined that there must be other craft that he could commandeer in the vicinity. Before Abric could consider the matter much longer a stray bolt of blaster fire streaked over his head causing the Sun Guard to duck down, making himself a smaller target while he looked back over his shoulder to see that several Guardsmen had emerged from the Stronghold to engage him in a firefight...

...cursing this spot of rotten luck Abric turned, raised his Blaster Rifle and returned fire knowing that his option were limited at the moment. The Landing Pad he found himself cornered on only had one entrance/exit which the Guardsmen taking a defensive position on making it seem as though he was in a particularly dire spot. The Blaster fire from both sides was sporadic, Abric didn't present much of a target for the Guardsmen to hit and he was trying to conserve his ammunition which meant he only returned fire as necessary to keep his opponents at bay for the time being...

...the Guardsmen seemed to be closing in, Abric continued to return fire then everything went silent before he heard a new voice...

[Give up and you may receive a lenient sentence and quick execution by the free forces of an Independent Bakura. This is your only chance to comply.]

...it made Abric look up from cover, beyond the Guardsmen that had arrayed defensively Abric saw an Officer in the background dressed in military attire and carrying a badge of office. Not the Govenor but someone important he surmised. Maybe a High Ranking Officer in the Bakura Defense Forces. Better than nothing Abric thought before throwing up his arms..."Alright, I surrender!"...he held his blaster rifle up and slowly got to his feet before the Guardsmen approached, weapons trained on him while the man in the background approach. Abric heard one of the Guardsmen refer to the Officer as Colonel, perfect...​

 

[Colton Renth]

Colrenn looked over data he downloaded so far he had nearly 75% of the what was in the bridge to computers with this they crush the BFM once and for all. “With this data our victory will sure and swift.” He said aloud as he looked around the bridge.

 

[Vanya Lyekova]

Bakura SD Bridge
Going Up
w/ [member="Weiss"] [member="Colrenn Renth"] [member="SC-4486"]

Lyecova entered the bridge with six of her Stormtroopers in tow. Captain Taggert was still busy harassing the remnants of the BFM. Agent Renth was nearby having completed his download. Vanya gave him a quick nod as she herself took to the computers,

"Alright people. Let's log in and get this baby back up and running. We've got the 502 outside looking for a way in. Lieutenant, open the bays to give them a berth. Trooper, settle in and bring up the Main Computer A.I. We're going to need her help with this."

She grabbed her com,

"Trooper S597, do you copy? I want those Astromechs brought up from the Workshop ASAP. I'm sending my gunship to you now. Have them docked in the rear access of Engineering. With no Chief Engineer, those little droids will be doing our heavy lifting."

~ "Yes ma'am."

Lyecova took the pilot's seat and began toggling the controls, the slave systems, and cycleing the engine's primers. Hopefully they'd be airborne in the next hour or so.

"Agent Renth? Find anything useful in this old rust bucket? ...These Bakuran's seem the intelligent type. Must have something good in there?"

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*ooc: prepping for lift off. Anybody on Bakura who wants a free ride to space? Hope on now. Hanger Bay doors are open until we hit the skies.

 

[Colton Renth]

“I did indeed these might prove helpful.” He said as he handed her a copy of command codes he downloaded, “I found, weapons spec and com frequencies among other useful information.” He said

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Location: Bakuran Star Destroyer
Objective: ???
Allies; IR, [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Zen Havoc"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Vanya Lyekova"]
Enemies: All that oppose us

A hiss sound indicated that a door had opened on the bridge, and out of it came the commandos in all their glory, carrying about 25 datapads each in their arms, trying not to drop them all, they set them down on a tablelike structure on the bridge near [member="Colrenn Renth"] and then stood back. "We found all of these in most of the crew quarters of the destroyer, it seems these Bakurans are forgetful of their personal items" SC-4486 said, making a slight hand gesture in the air.

"If that's all you need them we'll be on our way" He said, If they were going into the space battle above, He was going to get into whatever starfighters they had in the hanger and blow shit up.

 

[Colton Renth]

Location: Bakuran Star Destroyer
Objective: ???
Allies; IR, Abric Korne Crimson Shade Zen Havoc Weiss Alva Calvarona Tor'valen'di Garvan Aritus Solan Charr Vanya Lyekova
Enemies: All that oppose us

“Yes excellent work commandos with these Intelligence can gain insight in how our enemies think and use their fears, and moral conflicts against them, I do so enjoy physiologic warfare.” He replied with an evil grin, as he began downloading the datapads.

 

[Weiss]

Loction: destroyer

There was the sound of victory, right there. The BFM ran stright into the arms of the waiting 337th. The merciless barage of fire mauled them to their knees.

"Forward firing movement! Walking phace! " Weiss ordered and the stormtroopers rose guns blazing with deadly bolts or red light.
The 337th pushed the retreating forces to huddle down in between them and the 502. Their fate was an ill one as both units made the process short with their leftovers.

As the hangars opened and the 502 started to embarge Weiss ordered the 337th to follow suit. It had nit been n invasion and the time to withdraw was apparently now.

"Good job men." We are done here."

[member="Colrenn Renth"]
[member="SC-4486"]
[member="Vanya Lyekova"]

 

[Vanya Lyekova]

Bakura SD Bridge
High Orbit

The last of the 502 and the 337 were aboard. They'd taken what they could raid from the Bakura Captial Starport and loaded that up to. All in all, it was a highly successful raid. Medical was still patching up their wounded from the BFM engagement, but even those wounds had been light. Well within Lyecova's range of melee satisfaction. Though, she wasn't known for her compassionate mannerisms. Quiet the opposite really. And she was going to fly this Destroyer like she stole it.

*insert megalomania and evil laughter here*

"Okay people. Let's get back into orbit and help out our mothership. Hold on to your butts."

The Bakuran Destroyer lifted off from it's berth and blew against the trees. It shifted trucks and wreckage on the tarmac and pushed over the smoking BFM corpses below. The wind howled and the trees bent as she finally took off into the high blue skies. Roaring and blasting as she went.

"And we are away. Next stop... The Star Road."

Lyecova was a terrible pilot. Luckily, the ship's A.I. was more than happy to do most of the driving. She didn't have to worry about leaving the parking brake on.

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Down in the Hanger Bay, Astromech droids and members of the 502 were busy prepping the Bakuran Starfighters for a dogfight. These weren't TIE fighters or X-Wings here. Just the good old leftovers from the Fringe and only 18 boats in total. But somebody had to fly them.

Elsewhere in the ship, Stormtroopers were casting lots to see who got to man the big guns. The ship's A.I. could do the heavy lifting but never let a computer do what a Trooper can do for himself. Including firing the Turbolasers.

A voice came over the loudspeaker,

~ "Two minutes to target. All hands on deck." ~

It was go time.

...

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Location: Bakuran Star Destroyer
Objective: ???
Allies; IR, [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Crimson Shade"] [member="Zen Havoc"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Tor'valen'di"] [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Vanya Lyekova"]
Enemies: All that oppose us

SC-4486 was walking to the hanger alone, his Storm Commandos decided that they wanted to man the turbolasers on the destroyer, He didn't want to be stuck in a seat, firing systematically onto a target over and over again till they exploded, He wanted to feel the thrill of manning a starfighter, dodging impossible obstacles and most of all, firing over and over onto a target till they exploded.

He entered the hanger to see that everyone was manning the fighters, He got into the nearest vacant one and prepared to launch and assist in the victory of the Remnant over Bakura, He sealed the cockpit and began messing around with the controls, checking if it's weapons were ready and that it had all of the necessary systems online.

 

[Colton Renth]

Location: Bakuran Star Destroyer
Objective: ???
Allies; IR, Abric Korne Crimson Shade Zen Havoc Weiss Alva Calvarona Tor'valen'di Garvan Aritus Solan Charr Vanya Lyekova
Enemies: All that oppose us

Colrenn was in weapons bay prepping a number a jamming bacons, and sabotage pods for us in coming battle, He head reconfigured the Bakura device to work for empire’s advantage, “We'll destroy them with own weapons.” HE said to techs and troopers assisting him.

 

[Tor'valen'di]

Location: Bridge of the ISD-III Chimera
Objective: Make the Old Man proud
Allies: [member="Colrenn Renth"] [member="Vanya Lyekova"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Usa'ar Obath"] [member="Garvan Aritus"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="SC-4486"]
Enemies: Pirates/Fringe forces

As the Admiral left him on the bridge, part of Valen wanted to swell with pride that the Old Man of the Empire trusted him with such a responsibility. But the stronger part kept a cool and professional as he watched the turbolasers eviscerate one of the enemy corvettes, the ship breaking apart as it's shields failed under the volley of fire and the lasers broke right through the center of the ship.

"Readjust proton beam to open fire on the far side corvette," he ordered. "Turbolaser Groups, you have free rein on the enemy corvettes, disable the remainder. We want them helpless."

The explosion from the larger ship made a small smile start at the corner of his lips, even as enemy fighters tried to readjust. They had thought shock and awe would intimidate the Empire, along with the size of their main ship. Unfortunately, the Empire was made of tougher stuff.

"Captain Calvarona, eliminate the enemy fighters," he said over the com. "If at all possible, knock out the big ship's shields next."

"Sir, new contact arriving," an ensign said from the sensor station.

"That would be our other forces," Valen said. "Send a communication that the next target for capture is the big ship, and that on their way, they may disable as many enemy corvettes as they can."

"Yes sir."

 

[Vanya Lyekova]

Bakura SD Bridge
Calling it a day

It didn't take long for their reinforcements to arrive once they were space-worthy and blasting away. A shuttle docked and off loaded a support crew. Complete with a real pilot, engineer, and even a computer whiz. Vanya was only to happy to give them control of the vessel. Even with A.I. support, she still sucked at driving one of these things.

The 502 did their best with the situation and strapping down the ship. Now free, Lyecova returned to the underbelly of the vessel to confirm with Captain Taggert. They counted the raid goodies even as the ship shook from turbolaser fire. Engaged in the melee, the vessel did her best to support the Imperial Fleet against their aggressors. It was a joy to see.

Guns blazing and Starfighters away. Lyecova decided it was good enough to count all her spoils in the hanger bay. Then she and Taggert retreated to the bunks for a shower and a fade-to-black. Spaceport, spoils, star destroyer, and shower time. Good enough for Imperial work. They were calling it a day.

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*ooc: /exit

 

[Colton Renth]

Colrenn a finished getting the sabotage pod ready and and give to command to lunch them as they attached themselves to enemy ship the scrambled scanners, and targeting computer and wrecked havoc with shield generators making the effective easy targets, Colrenn watched battle on thermal screen with an evil grin on his face. "Excellent, our fleet should have this finished shortly." he said as troops and tech cheered at his words.