Invasion As You Know, Our Blockade is Perfectly Legal | First Order Invasion of Galactic Alliance Held Hex L,

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Hex L-49
Objective: Provide additional power and guidance
Allies: Galactic Alliance [member="Zark"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Lily Kuhn"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Zanza Hijikata"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Jax Rhane"] [member="Jarck Rabsch"] [member="Liuna Ondizi"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"]
Enemies: [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Robogeber"] [member="Morro"] [member="Dako Asturo"] [member="Samka Derith"]

Equipment: In signature

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She could feel his worries, that he might reveal something about himself to her inadvertently. He need not worry on that account, she was not probing for information. Nor was she allowing him access into the guarded parts of her mind. They did not need those distractions during such conflict. She could feel the strain being placed on his focus, trying to keep everything actively in his mind's eye and able to be influenced with the power of the Force. It was not consternation he was feeling from her. It was the patience that only one more experienced in the Force, more in tune with its currents, flows, and eddies, could feel towards one she would help educate.

Even as she helped channel the power of the Force to Zark, enhancing it and his Battle Meditation, she followed that channel of power and allowed her mind to drift outwards. She could see the battle unfolding in her mind's eye, feel the individuals that made up the Alliance naval armada, the individual fighter pilots, even the other Jedi present. A dark curtain hung over the First Order forces, equally powerful battle meditation shielding them from their sight. A sense of slight panic... no, of struggle to be subsumed by the entire armada's force.

Like a gentle hand on a shoulder, her voice would float into Zark's mind.

Breathe... just breathe... you are a part of them... draw yourself out and let your mind see... your will can influence the outcome minute by minute, move forces where you want them to be... your will can give them the strength to win this day... to push against the darkness... now... reach out...

A small shift in the current, a hint of the future, spoke that the dark would come for them. She was looking forward to it, grimly.

 

[Alyson Halle]

Allies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Mirax Eygan"], GA
Enemies: First Order and Company
Objective: Reach Meditation Chamber.
Location: Cedric's Liberto

Alyson had zoned out watching the lights show, but she was quickly brought back by Tiland's message. She, quietly looked to him and nodded, following him to the chambers in which Cedric currently resided. She could tell he was hard at work, she could sense the large presence over the battle field the battle meditation projected, she could feel the emotion it gave, however, she put a barrier between it and her, she knew better than to connect herself to it directly, with all the benefits it provided, it put a hold on her mind that she was not comfortable with, not to mention, a force sensitive connecting directly to an active Battle Meditator could have, negative side effects to say the least, which as she entered the chambers, saw that the padawan had not been informed about.

She felt compelled to intervene, the padawan was clearly being faced with their own fears, the negative emotions pouring into her, however she knew better. Cedric intended this from the start, it was more than assistance to him, it was a test, similar to the one the Dathomiri witches put her through so many years ago. Then she had to learn to overcome her own fears, to fight them head on, and to accept them as a part of her being. Once one accepted their fears, they no longer held sway, that was something every user of the light side must learn. Fear will never go away, you can only accept your fears and move on, they exist, but will not influence you if you do not let them.

Alyson was not much of a help on the large scale, she was a fantastic leader, and a master fighter, but she could not pull off the mass feats of the scale Cedric and Master Kortun could accomplish, she was a guardian, more happy helping people directly than supporting them from afar. She would be no help, so she entered into a meditative state, she had refined her technique to make it much more adaptable. She could fine tune the scale of the sensitivity, able to control her focus to only feel the ebb and tide of the force in a localized area. She let the force surrounding the battle pass through her, every emotion, thought, and manipulation entered her mind, all at once, details became muddied by the thoughts of the whole. There were a few very prevalent feelings, Fear, Hope, Death, Life. All of them replacing each other one after another, all vying for control.

She leaned against the wall, one half of her mind in the force, the other in reality, she waited for padawan to complete her test. This was her fight.

 

[Kier Grey]

Hex L-49 \\ Vlannenm Pox's Fighter \\ TIE/SF Mk. III​

Faction: First Order \\ Enemy: Galactic Alliance \\ Status: Gunner Seat, Vlannem Pox's Fighter​

In Vicinity/Allies: [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Emilia Ravel"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="The Major"] | [member="Krayn Ren"] | [member="HK-42"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Morro"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Elensa Jari"] | [member="Vlannem Pox"]​

FN-6767 "Scars"
TIE/SF Mk. III

Spoiler: Equipment

• FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour (Tank Trooper Variant, one-color white passive camouflage)
• FastTurn-3 Hydrospanner
• Plasma Torch
• Stuncuffs
• G-11F Blaster Rifle

Scars' anger and anxiety was obvious if the Pilot was re-assuring her. "I'll be fine just put something to shoot into my sights." FN-6767 answers his concerns with bloodthirsty stoicism clasping her hands tighter around the firing controls, pivoting the laser cannon around and scanning enthusiastically for targets. FN-6767 chuckles openly at the comment with the fighter now shifting into what Scars figured was an attack run and listening quitely to the faint radio chatter coming from Vlannem's helmet she deduces they were about to open fire, both of Scars' Cybernetic eyes attend the targeting computer's display more carefully waiting to make a pass over their quarry to hit them with another burst from the hull-mounted missile and blaster cannon. "This is where the fun begins? They're only Durafoil pilots this is going to be easy." Scars' dismisses the Alliance's adult volunteer pilots casually though little did the proud Stormtrooper know she was about to be in for the fight of her war-weary albeit young life 'Durafoil' wes yet another creative pejorative used by the infant 'volunteers' of 6767's company for the S-foil centric design that was ubiquitous with the Alliance since the days of the Rebellion during the Galactic Civil War. Scars waits as they pass over the Bombers and evaluates the distinct alien shape, putting crosshair over it for a moment the targeting computer makes an oscillating cry before she depresses both triggers followed by a visible bright white flash through the glass canopy.

 

[Cassius Droma]

Cassius Droma | Captain Tyrus Loran (NPC)
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Objective: Escort Jairdain to the Galactic Alliance Flagship
Allies: Galactic Alliance | Silver Jedi Order [[member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]]
Enemies: First Order

This was quickly becoming the largest battle of Captain Loran’s military career. There were probably more ships present here than he had ever seen in person in his life combined. A small supply run had suddenly become an open warzone, and Captain Loran looked out his viewport, clutching his console.

“Orders, sir?” one of his lieutenants asked, they too looking out at the viewport and the flashing green and red of turbolasers.

“We stick with the Tibiyin,” Loran stated firmly. “Anything comes near it, blast them. Scramble the fighters and have them in a holding pattern around us. Keep near the back of the fleet. We’ll probably lend out Jade and Onyx to support the Galactic Alliance.” Just then, a communication from Jairdain, one of the Jedi on the medical frigate, came through, informing him of her decision to go assist the larger force on their flagship. While this made him uncomfortable, he understood. “Understood, master Jedi. We’ll pull away as soon as you’ve departed.”

From the cockpit of his A-wing, Cassius nodded. “Copy that, master. We’ll be right with you.” Relaying the orders to the rest of his elite squadron, the young pilot waited for the shuttle to come out of the hangar bay of the Hala. Once it had, Cassius gripped his controls, the anticipation swelling in his chest. To war.

As typical for him in escort duty, Cassius took Alpha flight with him to lead the way, with Bravo sticking tightly to the shuttles and Charlie bringing up the rear. The group of fighters, with the shuttle, made tight turns and maneuvers on their way to the Galactic Alliance’s Excubitor, sticking close to the other capital ships. TIEs were everywhere, and Cassius ripped through them as best he could, leaving others for the rest of his squadron to deal with.

As they reached the flagship, Cassius broke from the group and started to fly a holding pattern, targeting any TIEs that came their way as the shuttle eased into the hangar bay of the Excubitor.

On the bridge of the Hala, Captain Loran heaved a sigh. “Alright men, take us away from the battle zone. We’ll wait and see if they can punch a hole in that blockade. The minute we see an opening, we take it.”

The Tibiyin - Pelta-class medical frigate
[H 100 | S 100]

The Hala – Corona-class frigate (Escorting the Tibiyin)
[H 100 | S 100]
- 2 RAF-01 X-wing starfighter squadrons
- 1 RZ-1 A-wing interceptor squadron

 

[Baiko no Kaho]

Location: The Crimson Dawn, Hex-L49
Allies: GA | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Adora Namadi"] | [member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Listralli Namadi"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Dorn Skirata"] | [member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Dagon Namadi"] | [member="Karsan Calnov"]
Enemies: First Order | [member="Asharad Graush"]
Ship: Orar

[member="Aryn Spar"]’s thrusting arm around her ribcage forced too much breath from Baiko’s lungs for her to scream. Explosions pock-marked the ship, raucous threads of decompression and vacuum shredding into space like the claws of a Togorian on a chersilk curtain. Her ears bled with the rushing of a thousand wings. Litres upon litres of artificially processed and reprocessed air, noble gasses, the screams of the soon dead.

“Hhhnnnngh!” Limbs spread akimbo, body little more than ballast in the unfamiliar armour of a Mandalorian. The Kiffar-Echani hybrid choked on the scant air in the armour’s backup system, praising the Goddesses she sealed the crush gaunt on her arm correctly after taking Taylor’s memories.

‘Move your arm, Baiko. Your hand. Move your hand.’ She yelled internally, letting her orders to herself to reset and stay alive. Aryn’s arm was a latch of durasteel keeping her from the vacuum.

HUD… environmental danger… secondary oxygen systems online… hermetic seal 100%… oxygen supply 10.7 hours…

‘Move your arm.’ Muscles shivering from the shock, Baiko shimmied in Aryn’s protective grasp and wound her arms as far around his neck as they’d go. Her legs heaved one at a time around his waist, her helmet tucked into his side, as the pull of the vacuum continued to assault them.

‘Survival, [member="Yasha Mantis"], is not always dignified. Your reaction after the fact decries your grace.’ Baiko taught her preteen student and ward of [member="Ra Vizsla"]. Never more than now did her own advice replay in the Governess’ mind. Once the roar and the violent exhale concluded, Baiko heard nothing but the roar of her own in and exhales, until Aryn’s felinid voice gave Baiko a new point of reference.

“Remind me, should he still live, to give him the gift of my boot to his face.” Baiko croaked, letting out a slow laugh of her own. Instead, a series of coughs fogged her buy’ce, and Baiko fought the unnatural urge to take her helmet off to clear it. Armour… a helmet she could not remove… the explosive decompression of a ship… the heady and kaleidoscopic twist of free space…

Fingers unaccustomed to Beskar’gam gripped into the plates of [member="Aryn Spar"]’s armour to stop from killing herself in one stupid move. How [member="Silas Mantis"] handled wearing beskar’gam in perpetuity Baiko would never understand… or maybe after this she would.

Feet that previously never used a mag-boot slid down and connected with the hull. Her arms left Aryn next, feeling the strange lack of effort artificial gravity’s abandonment donated. Her Katana, miraculously, stayed at her side, less miraculous when she considered how well she’d tied it on. A shotgun floated by her, one of the many silent carcass-like pieces of bric-a-brac.

Baiko snatched it out of the air and looked it over. “Silas, I endlessly pick up your boy’s things, must I do the same for you?”

Glaring up to the tunnel above her, Baiko rolled her eyes. “Of course. We can swim to a new ship and let gravity take care of the rest.”

No use dawdling with work to be done. Baiko pushed off the side wall of the elevator shaft, propelling herself upward by clinging and hopping from one side to the other. The jet pack on her back remained silent, her limbs she could control, and the woman craved control after the flood of Taylor’s memories and explosive decompression of the ship.

“Wonderful… and a whatever you said back to you, [member="Shia Kryze"]… if the sentiment is appropriate.” The battle raged above them, nebulous and catastrophic. Baiko let the mag-boots do their job and stood between Aryn and Silas, handing Silas back his gun. “Don’t look at me, my people talk through fist fights… shall we, then? Suppose now I’ve got enough corpses…”

Smirking under her helmet, Baiko attempted to find a single place to focus, both to settle her stomach and give her a sense of scale. Goddess bless beskar’gam.

 

[St0rmSlaSh]

Location: Pantera-class Stealth Frigate "Nightshade", Sullust Orbit​

Objective: Head to transport​

Allies: [member="Valkren Calderon"], GA and friends​

Opposition: THE FIRST ORDAH​

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After waiting for a short minute, Jerit witnessed the arrival of his master. He saw Master Jyoti approach [member="Kira Novak"] , who looked very nervous for the mission ahead. Jerit had empathy for her. He had once been like that at Ord Radama. but now his fears of battle is somewhat lifted. He sent her a message through the force.

Hey, you have nothing to worry about. You are in good hands. I know you are gonna do great!

He hoped that message would help. The last thing Jerit wanted was for her to get hurt. The boy had a sudden memory of him being hit in the leg at his first battle. He thought he was not going to make it. Luckily he did, with the help of Master Kitra and his friend, Valkren. Without them the boy would have probably died from infection or worse. He flinched at the thought before coming back to reality again. Then he saw his Master addressing Kira and him.

"I trust in both of you. As long as we keep our bearing and work together, then we'll get through this."

Jerit gave a nod in response, showing that he listened. Now his Master was going to talk to him. Jerit felt a bit more nervous, but then mentally sighed in relief that Valkren had given Jerit a good name to Jyoti when it came to Ord Radama. That made Jerit a bit more cheerful now.

I owe him a drink for this. He thought to himself.

Master Jyoti left the boy. Jerit got up and packed some extra ammo for his pistol, along with an A280 Blaster Rifle. Though the padawan might not need it, it would be better to come fully armed. He did not want to rely on his lightsaber the whole time. Then Jerit saw his old friend, [member="Valkren Calderon"]. The padawan felt a flurry of joy to see his comrade once again. The boy nodded toward him, keeping the environment formal until the real fun arrives. The boy also saw two more people come in, whom Jerit was unfamiliar with. He also set his sights on woman who seemed different from everyone else, but Jerit paid no attention to it.

Then he felt the thrust of the ship, which made Jerit stagger a little but he soon recovered. He noticed that his Master was walking over to the roguish looking woman. He saw the packets of spice on the floor and the padawan made a connection faster than light speed.

May the force be with this one... He spoke to himself. He only prayed that Jyoti would go easy. He knew first hand how his Master deals with drugs and alcohol and frankly Jerit did not want that to happen to him again.

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Jerit was one of a rather small group of people who were being briefed on the mission overview and what it would consist of. Jerit wanted to look rather serious, so he activated his mask and let the mask do the talking. He listened to his Master about the stations and soon he was presented with a holo projection of the station. Jerit had a mental jaw drop.

That is a pretty big station... The padawan boy was starting to doubt his ability of accomplishing his task of getting control of the hyperdrive. But he stated the first sentence of the Jedi Code. There is no emotion, there is peace. His anxiety soon disappeared. He refocused back to his master speaking.

"The boarding group will be divided into three strike teams. Alpha team (Dusaro, Kira) will disable the comm and sensor arrays on the exterior of the station, but keep the shield emitters intact. Delta team (Valkren, Jerit) will seize control of engineering and slave the hyperdrive to our ships with our own transceivers. Finally, Gamma team (Jyoti, Liuna, Allyson) will target their CIC and main computer to bring the internal systems under our control. Strike teams will be supplemented by droid units that will create a distraction and help in subduing enemy defenses on board."

Alright, fairly simple and easy. Valkren and I have control of the hyperdrive already!

Everyone was dismissed after the briefing. Jerit said goodbye to his Master and signaled Valkren that the Padawan is ready to get moving.

Spoiler

[member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Dusaro Dresari"] | [member="Kira Novak"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Liuna Ondizi"]

 

[Hansen]

Hex L-49 \\ FIV Dauntless \\ Marauder-class Cruiser​

Faction: First Order \\ Enemy: Galactic Alliance ([member="Lily Kuhn"] @Taili Raaf [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Aryn Teth"]) \\ Status: In Realspace, Stationary in Triaxis Station's Orbit​

In Vicinity/Allies: [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Emilia Ravel"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="The Major"] | [member="Krayn Ren"] | [member="HK-42"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Morro"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | @Elensa Jari | [member="Sieger Ren"]​

Dako's posture straightens listening to the Admiral's tribute playing across the Dauntless and within the halls of the group's vessels amplifying their already formidable focus and efficiency thanks to the battle meditation performed unknown to Dako himself aboard the FIV Executioner. "Comm; Intensify our fighter screens and increase spacing from five to ten kilometers between our craft including Frigates in-line with Orders." Dako filled with purpose and pride announces with a belligerence stopping short of striking his own white plastoid breastplate but offering a simple inclination of head. "Send out orders to our deployed Squadrons to redouble their efforts to protecting Triaxis Station and our Interdictor Cruisers. I don't want any of their vessels escaping our wrath." Pivoting towards the Transparisteel glass in his shiny polished black boots thinking for a moment before the Radiographer interrupts Dako's thoughts. "Commander! I've got heavy engine cavitation! Alliance ships are displacing from their position, away from us....Loudly." Asturo smiles beneath the helmeted visage towards the radiographer nigh salivating; Dako licks his lips with mind pulled to order a pursuit before his thoughts and delusions of absolutely eviscerating a fleeing enemy. Onami anticipates Asturo's thoughts and interrupts his superior respectfully remarking. "Commander Asturo, shall we continue to protect the Station as ordered by Admiral Rausgeber?" Dako swallows his empty mouth with disdain looking out into the bearing of the Alliance's Ships even as his human eyes could barely make them out, their fighters, on the other hand, are much closer unwilling to acknowledge it might be a ploy; Onami was right to appeal to what atleast ostensibly to his crew is Asturo's respect for authority. Truthfully though he was ambitious and feared being dismissed as an incompetent in front of the Order's senior military leaders many of whom are the young Commander's idols. "Yes." It would sting Dako's ambition to not seize what appeared to be a good opportunity to attack but he could not lose sight of the Objective here it wasn't to destroy the Alliance's fleet but form a Blockade though performing the former would no doubt provide him great pride and even satisfy his sadism. "Have our vessels continue firing at the Itukusk until she limps beyond our range, and contact Admiral Rausgeber and query him if we are going to pursue?" Dako dictates to his comms Officer and folds arm across breastplate while continuing to stare longingly through the transparisteel viewports with a hunger for glory, several of their own ships are moving forward leaving the Commander impatiently beating his boot's front against the floor.

Spoiler: 6th Fleet, Battlegroup Imperator, Dauntless Cruiser Group

Carriers

• FIV Harbinger (Hellstrom-Class Carrier) | Shield Charge: 80%, 0% (Particle Shield) | Hull Integrity: 83% | Firing At: Itukusk. | Fighter/Bomber Status: Launching.

Cruisers

• FIV Dauntless (Marauder-Class Cruiser) | Shield Charge: 45%, 0% (Particle Shield) | Hull Integrity: 67% | Firing At: Itukusk. | Fighter Status: Launched.
• FIV Fearless (Marauder-Class Cruiser) | Shield Charge: 67%, 0% (Particle Shield) | Hull Integrity: 88% | Firing At: Itukusk. | Fighter Status: Launched.
• FIV Relentless (Marauder-Class Cruiser) | Shield Charge: 73%, 0% (Particle Shield) | Hull Integrity: 72% | Firing At: Itukusk. | Fighter Status: Launched.
• FIV Merciless (Marauder-Class Cruiser) | Shield Charge: 65%, 0% (Particle Shield) | Hull Integrity: 69% | Firing At: Itukusk. | Fighter Status: Launched.
• FIV Interceptor (Sondheimer II-Class Interdictor) | Shield Charge: 70%, 0% (Particle Shield) | Hull Integrity: 83% | Firing At: Itukusk, Interdiction Field & Gravity Wells Engaged. | Fighter Status: None.
• FIV Arrest (Sondheimer II-Class Interdictor) | Shield Charge: 86%, 0% (Particle Shield) | Hull Integrity: 91% | Firing At: Itukusk, Interdictor Field & Gravity Wells Engaged. | Fighter Status: None.

Frigates

• FIV Stiletto (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 54% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Firing At: Fighters/Bombers/Small Craft. | Fighter Status: None.
• FIV Dirk (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 21% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Firing At: Fighters/Bombers/Small Craft. | Fighter Status: None.
• FIV Needle (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 0% | Hull Integrity: 9% | Firing At: None. | Fighter Status: None.
• FIV Pike (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 77% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Firing At: Fighters/Bombers/Small Craft. | Fighter Status: None.
• FIV Spear (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 33% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Firing At: Fighters/Bombers/Small Craft. | Fighter Status: None.
• FIV Lance (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 0% | Hull Integrity: 27% | Firing At: None. | Fighter Status: None.
• FIV Cutlass (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 41% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Firing At: Fighters/Bombers/Small Craft. | Fighter Status: None.
• FIV Broadsword (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 25% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Firing At: Fighters/Bombers/Small Craft. | Fighter Status: None.
• FIV Staff (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 26% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Firing At: Fighters/Bombers/Small Craft. | Fighter Status: None.
• FIV Dagger (Dagger-II Class) | Shield Charge: 0% | Hull Integrity: 21% | Firing At: None. | Fighter Status: None.

 

[Progflaw99]

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Hex L-49 \\ FIV Executioner \\ Resurgent-class Star Destroyer​

Faction: First Order \\ Status: Unleash Hell​

Allies: [member="Dako Asturo"] | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]​

[member="The Major"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Morro"] | [member="Samka Derith"]​

Enemy: Galactic Alliance | [member="Zark"] | [member="Zanza Hijikata"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Lily Kuhn"] [member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Raph Thule"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]​

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In Vicinity: [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Elensa Jari"] | [member="Xiomar Ren"]​

Relevant NPC's: Omega-Four-Five-Nine​

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The battle had begun in full, the clutter of Alliance vessels managing to cobble together somewhat of a functioning line of battle even after the difficulty of avoiding the wide scope of the interdiction occurring across the sector. Even now they'd begun hammering the First Order support vessels shifting towards Triaxis, the horde of fighter craft unleashed from the Itsukusk doing their best to weather the onslaught of fire from the Sixth Fleet's Corvettes and Frigates. All this escaped the Supreme Leader, his attention now solely focused on amplifying the abilities of the First Order personnel in the vicinity of Triaxis through a similar ability to those used by the Jedi, though much more invasive. Some might say it gave them an edge, though without a doubt the Jedi would call it a perversion of the Force - regardless, the effect could not be denied. Fighters and interceptor craft cut corners at the very edge of their tolerances with near ease, defensive turrets seemed to track faster and respond quicker to threats as they locked targets and fired. It filled those commanders of First Order vessels with a burning fury and a will of iron, their vision and understanding of the battlefield clearer. The deeper within himself he fell, the more power Sieger drew forth. There would be no doubt of his presence now - power of this magnitude was all but common.

Through the violently turbulent force that was the Dark Side, there was subtle nudge at the very edge of his consciousness.

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“Call them off, do not make me your enemy.”

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Now that was amusing. Through the torrential flood of power now enveloping the FIV Executioner and the other ships in the vicinity of Triaxis, Sieger heard the voice, barely more audible than a whisper. *The Corvette.* His attention drawn momentarily, Sieger's mind was filled with anger before redirecting towards the Master and Knight decks below. << I want them alive. >> Little more was impressed upon his servants, but they were resourceful - his attention was required elsewhere. Refocusing his effort he reached out even more aggressively, the combined powers of the Master of Ren nestled in the Meditation Sphere aboard the Concordia and his own continuing to grow in power. Together they could very well change the course of battle. Even as they exerted their strength, he could sense something coming. A single minded purpose headed towards the Executioner... no.. there were two of them. With a snarl he pushed the dual presence to the back of his mind, a short message towards the Ren at his side. << We will be hosting some visitors soon - prepare yourself. >> They were yet a ways off but Sieger had no doubt they would be upon them soon.

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Across the bridge of the Executioner, Captain Cavadan continued to deliver orders fast and furious. It was all Commander Lupus could do to keep up, but keep up he did. The Supreme Leader's flagship had taken quite the beating in the opening blast, a heavy proton beam cutting violently through the starboard shields and continuing on, ripping and tearing a sizeable hole in the ceiling of the starboard hangar. As if that hadn't been enough, they were now receiving reports that an unidentified corvette had managed to slip in just before the Resurgent's shields had been able to close over the debilitating chunk carved out by the proton beam. Damage control teams had been dispatched, the guns all along the port side of the Executioner continuing to target the enemy line, focusing on Therapy Command's support Frigates and Cruisers with their turbolasers, increased power making them all the more dangerous. Signal data continued to be fed to the vessel not only from its own sensors but from the Interdiction Platform and subsequent relays spread throughout the system. Likewise, the station continued to apply massive amounts of sensor jamming and guidance disruption towards the enemy vessels, notably the ANS Excubitor.

"Sir, our reactor's gone critical! It's going to blow any minute!"​

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An act of subterfuge? Had the corvette in their starboard hangar bay carried some strange device that had sent their reactor into overload? The possibilities were endless, the time they had to survive should that be the case was not. As the bridge officer began to go into hysterics Commander Lupus stepped swiftly and purposefully over to the console where he sat - just in time. A violent snatch of the officers hand stopped him from issuing an evacuation alert. With an angry shout and a grunt, Captain Lupus unseated the young bridge officer, taking a look at the readouts. To no surprise of the Captain, the reactor of the Executioner was in 100% working order, the readouts well within acceptable tolerances. Whatever madness had gripped at the officer had ceased when he'd been ripped from the console, his demeanor changed significantly after the brief episode. Nonetheless the course of action the Captain had to take was clear. With a voice of ice steel he spoke his command to the security officers stationed near the rear of the Bridge.

"Sergeant Denthal, remove Lietenant Cylar from the bridge, see he makes it to the medbay."​

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Acting immediately, the Lieutenant was removed from the Bridge and another officer put in his place.

"Transmit a warning to all the other ships in the fleet. Double and triple check your readouts before taking action - as a precaution."​

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Even now the Captain could feel the effects of the Dark Side of the Force, Sieger's indomitable will. The Dark Side filled the air, the ship, the minds of all aboard the FIV Executioner and beyond. The likelihood of such an occurrence again was slim. Coupled with the droid brains collectively guiding the ship's defenses it was nearly infallible. What wasn't infallible was the ever changing battlefield. Specifically the frigate detected within critical range off their port bow. It hadn't escaped the defense system's notice but as it moved ever closer even non-automated defense emplacements began targeting it. Sensors readings suggested that the shields of the vessel had been depleted, the armor plating thinnest near the bridge. Taking out the bridge alone however would see the vessel accomplish its goal, no one at the helm to direct it away from the slow moving Executioner.

"Target that incoming frigate's engine systems and reactor - full salvo. Secondary target, the bridge!"​

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Calm but commanding, Captain Cavadan's voice directed the fire at the incoming frigate. A full salvo of torpedoes were dispatched from the plethora of tubes aboard the Executioner, all headed for the Destiny. Even if the vessel were to reach the Executioner it would more likely than not break up on the vessel's shields - provided it hadn't been vaporized by the massive hail of Proton Torpedoes and Concussion Missiles now streaking towards it. The enemy was smart however, a second prong of the assault consisting of Y-wings and X-wings managing to slip past the corvettes and frigates bogged down with the main line of the GA. It was a suicide run, that much was certain - the proton torpedoes sailing free of the Alliance vessels moments before they'd undoubtedly be vaporized by the Executioner's defense systems and the TIE Raptors defending her. Despite the active defenses of the Executioner, three of the proton torpedoes found purchase against its shields. While the explosive force had been muted, it was a significant drain on the shield systems only just having been restored over the starboard hangar.

Despite this, the damage was far less than might have been anticipated. Even proton torpedoes would have a hard time breaking through both the shield and the quadranium plating. It was a valiant effort, though likely a wasted one as with the salvo of torpedoes and the rapidly assaulting TIE Raptors, survival percentages had plummeted. The escape pods were another matter entirely. Rather than eliminate them, standing orders were to capture them. As they launched from the rapidly approaching hull of the Destiny the Executioner's tractor beams activated, an attempt to capture and bring aboard as many pods as they could - hostages would be beneficial in future negotiations, whichever way the wind blew.

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As the battle continued raging outside the singular mind of SIeger Ren and [member="Samka Derith"]'s battle coordination, Captain Cavadan had been merely reacting to the situation around him - no longer was that the case. Even damaged the Executioner was far from crippled.

"Bring us port, 35 degrees, upward bubble. Focus fire on the ANS Itsukusk, I want those torpedoes loaded and prepped for fire. Maintain turbolaser fire and ion fire."​

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According to the data feed reaching the Captain, the First Order now had assets aboard the ANS Excubitor. It would be no use to continue fire, instead he would leave the precision strikes to the fighter squadrons - their focus was to be the Itsukusk. Strange then, the Alliance vessels appeared to be withdrawing their assault on the Triaxis, regrouping perhaps? Captain Cavadan wasn't sure what to make of the maneuver. By all accounts, he expected the continued full court press, instead he watched as vessels began firing at the corvettes and frigates that had provided a screen agains the majority of enemy fighter and bomber craft - it was an unexpected move. Captain Cavadan didn't like it, not one bit. To pursue was certain folly, but to leave them unmolested would give the them time to regroup - and more importantly, recharge the proton weapon that had ravaged the Executioner's starboard hangar. From the readout, he could see it had maneuvered behind the Itsukusk. No, the Incandescent Truth had made its mark upon the Destroyer, then rapidly hid behind the floating bulwark that was the Alliance flagship. Soon their time would come, but at the moment they had other concerns. Even as the Captain contemplated the offensive, another alarm sounded - this time the Point Defense Systems automatically going to work. The combined power of the Keeper-class Interdiction Platform's targeting disruption arrays and the complex droid brain assisting in the Executioner's defense, the many torpedoes sent on their way by the Excubitor and its support vessels were tagged, tracked, and eliminated. Such a distance between the two vessels allowed for ample tracking of the ballistics based weaponry.

If any did make it through, it was significantly less than the deployed number, though in such chaos, who could know for sure. On the bridge, Sieger had seated himself on a hover-chair, his attention solely on commanding the power that was the Dark Side as he worked in tandem with the Master of Ren, Samka Derith. The battle had truly begun, like pieces on a chessboard they had been set in motion - all that was left to see was who was the better tactician.

Spoiler

FIV Executioner

2100/2904 Shields
2750/2904 Hull

Attacking: Therapy Command Support Vessels (Frigates/Cruisers) with Turbolasers (Boosted), Ion Cannons, and Torpedoes. ([member="Cathul Thuku"]) | Firing Turbolasers (Boosted) and Ion Cannons at the ANS Itsukusk (@Zark)

Actions:

• 3 Squadrons of TIE Raptors, Targeting [member="Rick Kaloo"]'s Starfighters on final attack run
• Damage Control Teams Beginning to patch Starboard Hangar Hull
• Security Detachment Sent to Starboard Hangar
• Sith Battle Coordination Collaboration with [member="Samka Derith"], Increasing Scope
• Providing Covering Fire for Sixth Fleet Corvettes and Frigates ([member="Dako Asturo"] & Robogeber)
  

Movement: Angled Nose Up (Current Position Below Plane of Itsukusk), Adjusted Port. (Max weapons coverage towards GA Line of Battle.

Notes:
Keeper-class Platform Triaxis

• Focused Targeting Disruption Systems on Therapy Command Weapons Systems and Deployed Tracking Weapons (Torpedoes) by Directional Array
• Focused Sensor Dampening Arrays, aimed at Therapy Command Support Vessels (Overwhelming Data Input to attempt a SIGINT blackout)
• Initiated Target Painting Arrays and Began Transmitting Real Time Tactical Airspace Data to the First Order Fleet (Locking Targets for easy vessel acquisition) - Primary Focus: ANS Itsukusk
• Experienced negligible interference from counter EWAR due to network of stations & Additional Fleet Support (Complete Airspace Picture due to Keeper-class Platforms and Proprietary Relays)

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Location: Orbit of Sullust, On Board Pantera class Stealth Frigate
Objective: Reaching the Shuttle
Allies: SJO, GA, [member="Liuna Ondizi"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Kira Novak"] [member="Allyson Locke"]
Opposition: Nothing

Spoiler: Equipment

3 Flash Bangs, 3 Smoke Grenades, 3 Thermal Dets, 4 2 Pound Explosive blocks

Pair of Shatterguns, Lightsaber, KG-B1 vibro-flechette loaded magazines (Two)

KPA-01 Katarn Armor, Thermal Imaging Visor

Dusaro whistled with a impressed tone at the stations scale and capability. So that is what was causing such a mass interdiction area? That was... A scary thought in a way actually. Those had the potential to be lethal if used correctly. While HIMS equipped ships would not have an issue not even all military ships came with HIMS installed. If the FO had the capability to deploy these effectively in multiple places, it would be no issue to direct the course of a war. Though space was at the end of the day three dimensional, it would still put a severe tourniquet on major lanes, much like it was here.

"Never a small task is it eh?" Dusaro mused with a wry look to those around the room. "Chit, i can only imagine how much i woulda charged for this back in my Merc days." There was no actual malice or desire to cause ill in his voice, but there was an amused tone of a Merc who knew all to well what was at stake in this battlefield. How devastating the loss would be for the entire sector. Dusaro did not have to imagine it, he had seen it with his own eyes. Planets starved for resources thanks to a blockade were bad enough. This was of a scale even more severe.

Looking over to [member="Kira Novak"] he gave a short grin and nod. "I am going to pick something up on the way to the shuttle. Won't be long." Dusaro said, dispersing along with the rest of the troops. Dusaro quickly headed down to the armory, having one of his soldiers help him slide into a suit of Katarn Armor. 'Heck, might keep this.' He thought before heading quickly to the shuttle.

With the help of his squadmate he arrived in plenty of time to not hold the train up. There were always a few pre-flight checkups to go through and things to double check, so he was not worried about arriving late to the party. After arriving he would look around in the transport for Kira Novak. He had seen her face enough to know who she was, though it took him a bit to find her. "Hello there. This your first rodeo? My name popped up already i know, but i am Dusaro Dresari. I have been in these kinds of places before, but what about yourself?"

Dusaro asked while troops shuffled in, choosing to stand and hold a ring dangling from the ceiling. Dusaro never did like sitting down before a bit battle and he got the feeling this new armor was not exactly comfortable to sit in. 'At least it is fully sealed.' He thought positively to himself while looking to his fellow Padawan for her thoughts on the situation. When it came from Jedi, he never really knew what to expect. He had heard all sorts of comments on things like this from them, which made him curious what she would say.

 

[Decker Willo]

Location: Hex L-49
Objective: Save Mynock Squadron members, near FIV Minotaur
Allies: GA forces
Enemies: FO Forces
Ships: Mynock Squadron
Mynock Rock

Decker watched as the bombers pulled off after another went down. Decker prepared for his splinter group to pursue when he got a bad feeling. Following that, a transmission followed. "Taki----ire, nee---ort, lost---ck 7 and Myno---" The transmission cut there. He knew the voice as one of his members, and it sounded like they were in big, big trouble. As he banked away from the ship they had defended from a bombing run, he tried getting a lock on the transmission. "R5-D5, get a lock on that now!" The astromech bleeped something, then got to it. "Mynock 5, do you read? Mynock 5, do you read?! Where are you?" This time, no response. He got increasingly worried, as he always looked out for his squad.

Then, R5-D5 gave a response, and sent coordinates to Decker's console. He read over them, and looked over to about where that was. Near a First Order ship, that seemed to be having fighters on fighters. Somewhere in there were some of his fighters. "Mynock 2, Mynock 3 with me. Mynock 4, try to find Group 3 and let them know what is happening."

"Mynock 1, going into that fight won't end well, for any of us. We'll be straying off task as well, we need to protect the ships from incoming bombers, and-"

"The squad comes first with me!" He hadn't meant to shout. But with Decker, the squad always came first. "Are you with me, or not?" There was only silence. "Thank you. Now, let's save some fellow Mynocks." Decker turned the X-Wing toward the battle where Group 2 of Mynock Squadron was. He didn't know it, but he was way over his head.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: No Man's Zone - > Alliance Battleline -> The 'Excubitor.'
Primary Objective(s): Board the "Excubitor" and Assassinate Admiral Cathul Thuku.
Allies: The First Order | [member="Emilia Ravel"] | [member="Xenro"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Kiyron"]

The flashes of light could be seen in the distance, closing quickly as the Silencer tore through the stars. Connor squinted to see the flagships of both sides in standard formation - facing off against each other across the space battlefield with the fighters dancing around the middle. With a confirming nod to himself, Connor limbered up slighty and flexed his thumbs.

"Ok, you got this. No different from last time, but you're on their side now..." he muttered as he looked down to turn the aux dial and activate the weapons of the fighter. Charged and powered up, he glanced around the read-outs and looked up.

His eyes grew wide and he cursed - an Alliance ship had nose-dived down to engage some smaller First Order craft, and it was a wall of ship that greeted Connor. He pushed the yolks down and shot through an open hangar in a split-second, out the other side.

Connor stopped breathing and gasped. "That was too close!"

Heart thumping, he saw the battlezone ahead and began his attack to soften the shields of the closest flagship. Green laser fire burst from his Silencer and he focused on everything around him.

"This is Harrison - I can see the Excubitor to my right, I think, and am picking off the fighters as I can. Tell me where you want me - outside or in."

Turning, his hands, the Silencer swerved right as he stuck close to the nearest Alliance ships hull, drawing enemy fire closer to their own ships and making himself a harder target as he waited for his orders.

 

[Davon Karr]

Location: The Crimson Dawn, Hex-L49
Allies: GA | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Adora Namadi"] | [member="Baiko no Kaho"] | [member="Listralli Namadi"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Dorn Skirata"] | [member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Dagon Namadi"]
Enemies: First Order | [member="Therran Graush"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="The Major"]
Ship: Orar

“So we get sucked out into space now?” Brou asked. Whilst she was trying to be sarcastic Davon could hear the dear that tinged his granddaughter’s voice

“We're deep within the ship here, away from the worst of it,” Davon replied. That had been trying to get through a sealed blast door when the ship had been decimated from the outside. “Beside it'll be more like a mild wind when we find a breach. Engineer once told me the difference between atmosphere and vacuum isn't like that between a compressed cannister and atmosphere.”

Davon didn't like the idea of being lost in the emptiness of space until he died of thirst in his suit. He was old enough that it didn't change the calming tone of his voice. Experience of command had taught him the right voice for the right moment. His least favourite act was the particular clear tone he often had to use to explain to a unit that the orders he was passing down would probably be their last. Never had a Mandalorian under his command ever accepted their fate with anything less than stoic resolve. At the battle of Hoppler Pass forty years ago the Wolves had taken their last orders from him and held their post for two days until the enemy finally killed the last of them.

As long as one had purpose, ammunition, water and food the fight continued.

“People have worked far harder than this to take a ship out of action before. This is a good result.” The groan of the tortured superstructure tried to contradict him. “Let's move.”

The artificial gravity was gone. At the next doors the wind hissed past them as the air escaped to disperse into vacuum. The turbolifts were down so they broke into one of the shafts and dragged themselves up on slender cables until they could regroup with the orders.

“Have we got a pickup or need to see if anything functional is in the hangar?” He asked over the group channel as they reached their destination.

 

[Vlannem Pox]

Allies; [member="Varas Kyrel"] | [member="FN-6767"]
Enemies: [member="Jarck Rabsch"] | [member="Jax Rhane"]

"Don't you worry your sweet little head about a damn thing groundpounder." Vlannem cackled, a little amused at the stormtroopers unease, "Just hold 'em off real quick, get yourself-" Vlannem was cut short, "Three fighters on our six!" He barked, "Bearing on point four, gun up and tear 'em to pieces!" Pox commanded, engaging in evasive manouveres, as Adler Squadron tore through the remnants of Rorsh's Red Squadron. "Just a heads up boys," Vlannem began over squad comms, "Three bandits, on our six, get your gunners prepared." He paused, clicking off comms, "Computer, play Take Me On."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djV11Xbc914​

"Thanks for the heads up Slick." Kell replied on Adler Squads comms line, "All pilots, prepare for evasive manouveres, get ready to bait these jockeys into anti-starfighter fire." There were a few murmurs of agreement on the Comms, before Kell continued, "If in trouble, head up on bearing, three, dash, seven, two, zero." Kell then let out a chuckle, "Hunt the rest of these dirty Jedi ass-lickers down. Concentrate on fighters, those bombers are as good as dead." Kell growled, "Accelerate to attack speed."

"Copy that Adler One." Pox replied, accelerating up to attack speed, "You hear that stormie?" The pilot asked, "If we have to pull back, be ready to compensate the gun for the manouvere." He coolly informed her, before accelerating, through the cold void, engaging the rest of Red Squadron. The Adlers lived up to their name sake. They were birds of prey, hunting down the smaller, weaker prey. The whole squad now engaged at once, each targetting a fighter, and letting out a barrage of missiles, and withering blaster fire, an attempt to extinguish the squad. Pox watched with a grim fascination, as it now sat, almost helpless with the pursuing predators relentlessly hunting them. Tearing at them, bit by bit.

 

[Zef Halo]

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Hex L-49 // ANS Red Veil // Hangar Bay -> BRIDGE
Faction: The First Order // Enemy: The Galactic Alliance and Mandalorians
Notable PCs: [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="The Major"], [member="Lily Kuhn"], [member="Raph Thule"]
Objective: Seize the ANS Red Veil

Their rough landing almost hurled Therran's neck to the point of snapping, the realization of the close encounter with incidental death released a spike of adrenaline through his system. Doors opening and releasing the hounds of the First Order unto the hangar bay of the enemy ship met fierce resistance in the form of a raining inferno of blaster fire.

Asharad led casually the way through the madness, meanwhile Therran followed with the power of telekinesis and cover fire from the three storm commandos he lead brought him to the door of the lift where his cousin got hit.

Some dozen feet away from the two Graush, the chromatic armored FOSB officer survived her contact with enemy fire.

The troopers they brought, including the storm commandos, received their orders from Asharad loud and clear immediately taking action to complete them. Whilst, the trio of Supreme Commander, Major and Sith Knight used the lift to head to the upper decks. Their goal clear - seize the bridge.

Their quick movement had them evade a few counter-boarding measures but not for long. Vital choke points were secured by armed personnel. On one such occassion Therran recklessly moved forward and received nasty burns in return from blaster fire. Sweat broke on his forehead from the damage, focus mildly affected for a while before controlled rage seeped into his veins taking shape in the form of a massive telekinetic blast sending both barricade and soldiers crashing into the steel walls of the ship's interior.

Following the signs, the trio proceeded while almost dying by being crushed by a turbolift when they made their way through shafts of 'inactive' lifts. Asharad's strength kept the lift at bay, while the Major's quick thinking on foot found their escape.

Every inch closer the trio got to the bridge, the greater the unknown presence in the Force became. A Jedi? Too weak to be deemed as capable. What struck him was the 'scent' in the Force that materialized within his senses, the same 'scent' Asharad seemed to be following like a predator tracking its prey.

And the predator found its prey.

Massive doors set them apart from the bridge but Therran could sense the enigma in the Force from earlier finally evolving into clear truism. A smirk found its way on his face, there among the sweat and the panting.

Before any of the Graush could direct the Major, the mysterious officer was already on it. The two Sith covering her from the encroaching from the back forces as she worked her magic. The doors slid open and with one Graush turning to face the bridge while the other kept the coming forces at bay with a lightsaber in hand and the Force before the Major came right in and sealed the doors behind them leaving them stranded on the bridge with the commanding crew of the enemy ship.

Therran finally turned his helmeted face to see the events on the bridge before his senses sharpened at the sight of a woman. Not the senses of lust, but the senses of the Force. A meager, but obvious connection through the Force between his cousin and the mysterious lady.

Whatever it was, the Sith Knight would soon find out more and then...

...he'll find a way to win from it all.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Location: L-49 Hex, Escape Pod
Destiny's Location: Closing in on Executioner
Allies: GA ([member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Zark"], [member="Lily Kuhn"], [member="Gir Quee"], etc)
Enemies: FO ([member="Sieger Ren"], [member="Robogeber"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], etc)
Objective: ALLAH ACKBAR


Destiny

Size matters not. - Jedi Grandmaster Yoda

As the frigate sped forward through space, the First Order began to respond. A frigate split off from a battlegroup and fired upon the vulnerable hull, while the Order battlecruiser itself began unleashing its firepower on the vessel. With shielding disabled to increase thrust, torpedoes tore directly through the hull, tearing open holes where crew members would have been sucked out of. The circuit that provided power to the lights and doors were severed and the engines themselves began to take damage. A turbolaser ripped clean through the command bridge, annihilating it. However, its officers had already left the vessel, and no casualties were taken.

Destiny, now burning in a third of its exterior frame, kept on moving forward, its engines not impacted enough yet to alter its course. By some miracle, it was a full twenty seconds of being fired upon until a concussion missile landed a good hit on the engines. One of the three primary engines, the leftmost engine, shut off completely, the vessel immediately beginning to tilt to the left. Hopefully, the frigate would still be close enough to inflict a good amount of damage when the time came.

Escape Pods (The last 4)

Rick watched as Destiny was ripped apart on all sides, but still continued to move on. While his frigate was small and lightly armored, it proved resilient in the final stage of the ramming procedure so far, and would make it to its target. It had to, or all of Rick's work was for nothing, just a small, temporary distraction.

Rick had underestimated the power of First Order tractor beams. He felt the escape pod moving in an oddly smooth path, and when he looked outside the view ports, the escape pods were actually closing in on the Order fleet. The fact that he was being pulled in actually slightly satisfied him, since they wouldn't be getting pulled toward the Order fleet without harm if the Order leaders wanted his pod destroyed.

Three of the four pods, including Rick's, had been pulled into the grasp of the Order, the fourth quickly withdrawing toward the other escape pods to receive GA support. Luckily, none of the earlier deployed escape pods had been detected by the Order, and so they still had a chance.

If Rick was to be interrogated, then he didn't care what abilities the Sith used or the brutality of Order officers, he would not give in.

Note: This spacing error hates me.

Note2.2: Nvm, just depressed. Also, added more realistic interactions.

Spoiler: Destiny

Shielding - Disabled
Armor - 18%
Weapon Systems - Disabled - Targeting: N/A
Engines - Heavy damage, but still functioning
Starfighter Compliment
Sprite-class X-Wings (0/12) - Targeting: Executioner
BTL-Y Wings (0/6) -Targeting: Executioner

Spoiler: List of actions

Informed GA defense fleet of flanking plan
Exited hyperspace
Turned toward FO vessels
Deployed starfighters (Target: Executioner)
Starfighters dove below FO visual range
Destiny turned to the right
Order given to prepare for withdrawal
Starfighters attempted to fly through Order lines
Destiny began ramming sequence against Executioner
Surviving Y-Wings attempted to launch missile compliment
Destiny's crew reduced to minimal
Remaining crew members evacuated on escape pods once ramming sequence was almost complete

 

[lgmmrm]

#teamalliance
L-49
Primary Objective: Keep as many TIEs as possible engaging Red Squadron instead of bombers
Secondary Objective: Dogfight @[member='Varas Kyrel']
Allies: @Zanza Hijikata, @Jax Rhane,
Enemies: First Order, @[member='Varas Kyrel'], @[member='Kyrel Ren'], @[member='Vlannem Pox']
Theme: Zero
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"Red Squadron, Keep those TIEs busy, the longer they're hunting us the longer they aren't hunting the Bombers. Stick to the Ventral and Aft sides of the Destroyers. fly through the side trenches if you must."

The remaining X-wings and A-wings of Red Squadron moved in close to the Star Destroyers, Using the terrain of their Ventral hulls and the side trenches to avoid Point-Defense Laser fire and to force the TIEs' missiles into the side of the Destroyers. Their maneuvers were marked by quick, erratic motions, dangerously close calls with the destroyers' hulls, and evasion of the TIEs' laser cannons. If any of them ended up behind one of Adler Squadron's TIEs they'd fire a snapshot and break, but that's about it. They only had one job: keep these fighters busy.

Jarck's sensors lighted up like a tree on life day when the proton torpedoes were launched towards him. So That's how it's going to be. He trimmed his stabilizers, threw his throttle forward, and pulled back on his stick as hard as possible, the A-wing making a 180 in what seemed to him to be almost an instant, followed by a pair of concussion missiles locked on the torpedoes, and a full-throttle head-on run towards the TIE Silencer, very clumsily triggering his shields to double-front as he did so, corkscrewing his A-wing while accelerating as fast as possible and letting out a flurry of laser cannon blasts towards the Silencer, most likely absorbing some fire himself, though his double-front shields would hopefully give him some respite from dealing with the consequences.

As the approached the First Order TIE Silencer, he joined the general comms channel and let out a hearty battle cry before screaming "FOR THE ALLIANCE!"

 

[Placeholder 0128]

Objective: Survive the crash
Location: Liberte, crashing toward Station Hapspir
Allies: [member="Mirax Eygan"], [member="Alyson Halle"], [member="Tiland Kortun"], [member="Zanza Hijikata"], [member="Gir Quee"]
Enemies: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Samka Derith"], gravity

The thump was quieter than Cedric had expected. The ship rumbled with its coming, but the vibrations felt faint, if such a description could be applied to the barely tangible. The sound of air hissing out of the vessel's artificial atmosphere filled Cedric's ears shortly thereafter, though it was deafened shortly thereafter by the closing of an emergency bulkhead. Fortunately no crew members had been in the corridor that had been gouged out by a stray turbolaster round.

It was sheer bad luck that resulted in the Liberte being hit. She was a fast vessel, but she could only last so long in a pitched battle with a star destroyer. Similar wounds were savagely carved through the vessel's noble visage, taking with them many of the ship's secondary systems.

It took the Jedi Knight a total of three seconds to pull himself from the ethereal and notice that they had been hit. He had felt Tiland's assistance in this great endeavor, as well as a serene connection with his padawan, but nothing had warned him as to the physical danger.

"It seems our pilot is having more trouble than he can handle," Cedric muttered calmly as he rose to his feet. Alarm klaxons blared throughout the ship, indicating that the vessel's rear engine block had been shot to hell. She was veering straight toward Station Hapspir in a cloud of leaking gas and shrapnel.

I am one with the force. The force is with me.

"Grab onto something tight and brace for impact. I don't think we'll be able to pull ourselves out of this dive before we hit the station. " A hint of concern leaked into his voice, but Cedric quickly set aside such feelings. He chose to linger upon the peace he had felt in that brief moment of connection with his allies - the memory allowed him to draw strength from the force when he might otherwise have been panicked.

An emergency comm message was sent to the Ocean's Tide and the rest of the force [member="Gir Quee"] commanded before the Liberte's own comm systems failed. Cedric only hoped that their efforts had done some good for the battle before they'd been hit.

"All personnel to the escape pods! We've been gutt-" the voice over the intercomm crackled out as another thunderous round rocked the Liberte. The dying vessel careened into the station, her silent death cry echoing with the volume of a thousand screams within the force.

Cedric could only pray as the sound of metal crashing and support structures buckling beneath the weight of the Liberte deafened him.

I am one with the force. The force is with me.

The lights flickered out as the vessel settled into its new home within the station's exterior levels. For but a moment, the surviving crew knew peace...

"Status?!"

 

[LT-137]

https://youtu.be/6IHnpqlmGxs​

Location: 'The 'Excubitor.' -> Ventral Hangar Bay.
Primary Objective(s): Board the "Excubitor" and Assassinate Admiral Cathul Thuku.
Secondary Objective(s): Capture Alliance Personnel, Sabotage the Procurator X - Designate; "Excubitor."
Allies: The First Order, The Golden Company.
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Cathul Thuku"], @Kiyron.
Equipment: See Thyrsian Sun Guards NPC Entry.
Complement: Two Phaethon-Class Assault Transport's, Fourty Thysian Sun Guards (One Legion.)

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Having been patched into his suit’s comms through the devilry of the Security Bureau’s technical prowess, Khonsu listened as with vague interest as a voice played out over his golden helm’s internal speakers. It was a very unfamiliar voice, but there was something about how pristine and core-like that begged for the Sun Guard’s attention. Perhaps he had seen this man, and his sultry voice once before, but for the life of him couldn’t draw a match between his deep, tonal quality and his shrouded visage. Clearing his throat and pressing two fingers to the exterior of his helmet, the former Soldier activated the bridging connection between his suit and the agent’s vessel and ensured that the line was encrypted by the temporarily installed security keys given to him by his Handler.

“I hear you, Harrison.” The Sun Guard replied after a momentary crackle of connecting static. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself out there, but we’ll be needing you aboard the Excubitor very soon. We’ll be taking the primary ventral hangar bay momentarily.” He paused for a moment to mull over his next words, as they could very well determine the outcome of this boarding assault. Without wasting more time than he already had, Khonsu tapped the integrated transmitter twice to return to the conversation. “Feel free to board with us,” He began. “Or feel free to come in swinging like a big damn hero. We’ll rendezvous on the command deck, or defenders depending, somewhere inside. Entirely your choice, Harrison, but we're looking forward to seeing what you can do. Khonsu, over and out.” Removing his gauntleted hands from his shimmering crown, the Thyrsian returned his mesmerized gaze to the danse macabre that played out before his very eyes.

Their Pilot had kept their path unpredictable, forcing the point defence cannons to choose between their targets, and often making them regret their selection. He had swung the nimble dropship from one direction to another, shifting the exterior nacelles with intuitive precision so that the vessel itself seemed to dance and glide across the exterior of the battlecruiser. As they had carved a swathe across the surface of the Excubitor, there was something that Khonsu had noticed. Something that was off in the grand scheme of things. The defensive emplacements had stopped firing. Had they given up? The man was left wondering what had occurred until one of the Imperial Agents had spoken up. A soft whisper that traversed the entirety of the dropship, and made his skin crawl in response. They were shrouded from sight, forcing several conflicts to arise within the enemy vessel and their targeting sensors.

Instead of resolving the issues that plagued their systems, the emplacements universally elected resume their assault - but lay the full might of their power against the Sun Guard’s sister ship. That was a mistake that they would soon lament, as the first of the two vessels, activated its forward firing arrays and began stitching the surface of the battlecruiser with emerald bolts of coalesced lightning. While the firepower wouldn’t breach the reinforced armour of the vessel, it would assail the unprotected sockets of the point defence cannons, causing a forceful detonation of condensed atmosphere to ripple outwards - before being quickly snuffed out by the nothingness of space. This happened again and again, as they soared towards the ventral Hangar bay, giving their sister ship all the cover she would need until the moment was upon them.

Upon reaching the terminus, their point of no return, Khonsu turned about to his men and found them ready for battle. Their feet were magnetically sealed to the deck and the inertial compensators within the dropship had kept them upright, as they stood with their weapons in hand. They were armed to the teeth and ready for whatever the Alliance had in store. He could see it in their subtle movements, the way their bodies shifted and tensed. They wanted out, and they wanted to kill. Who could blame them for such sensations? They had just witnessed the impossible and were now moments away from getting their boots on solid ground once again. Hell, it was a sensation that Khonsu himself felt. He wanted to be free of this infernal ship, and take his chances upon the battlefield of his choosing - where the Thyrsian could easily be the master of his own fate - rather than letting another take the reigns.

“Legionnaires,” The Tribune began. “Today, you will earn that armour you wear. You will earn the weapons you bear. And, as the Twin Suns provide, so too shall the Golden Company. Slay all that stand before us. Leave none but the officers alive for interrogation. Admiral Thuku dies this day.”

Before this moment, and before they had taken this oath. These men, now assembled and ready for battle, were nothing more than broken souls lacking purpose and drive. They were outcasts, tossed out by the very systems they had sought and promised to protect. They were broken men, who had given everything to keep their word and were betrayed by those they defended in return. They were a disparate band of brothers until the Sun Guards had adopted them and brought them into the fold. It was there, that they were remade upon the anvil of war, and reforged in the light of Thyrsus’ twin crimson suns. They were given the one thing that they lacked, after everything that happened to them. They were given a purpose, a reason to greet each day with a smile. No matter the broken, or storied origins, they were made equals under the blazing gaze of the Sun. Thus, when their Tribune had spoken, they answered him in kind.

They roared, standing together, as one.​

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In the moments after his speech, and before the silence had come to take its place amongst their gathered number, Khonsu watched with enthralled fascination as his Handler had comfortably ordered his men into their positions. She seemed vastly different from before when she had adopted a more timid persona during their transit into the system. Now it seemed that the woman was more comfortable, adorned and armed as she was in her dull, obsidian hewn gear. That thought had brought a smile to his face, as he recognized something similar occur within himself as he adorned his massive frame in his golden armour. He too was taciturn, speaking only when spoken too - or when his tongue was needed to silence those that conversed out of turn. It was only when he, himself, was clad in armour that his demeanour changed - acting in opposition to the man he was before.

When the ventral hangar bay had engulfed their cockpit’s forward display, bathing the magically cloaked vessel in ethereal light, Khonsu withdrew his gauss rifle from the backplate of his armour and slid the affixed strapping over his helm. With the weapon secured, he moved into the rear compartment and waited for the overhanging light to swap from its arterial crimson to a bright and vibrant green.

As soon as the Sun Guard’s dropships had forcefully entered the Excubitor’s ventral hangar bay, they did so as golden demons, fanged with glittering teeth, that rose from the depths of hell to deliver those within the hangar bay to their untimely demise. Like any vessel born of the ancient Imperial aesthetic, the ventral hangar bay was the primary throughway that permitted vast amounts of men, material, and starfighters entrance into the armoured behemoth. It was here that the Sun Guards had found themselves surrounded upon all sides by confused, and very angry Alliance forces - who in turn were marshalling their forces for a boarding action of their own - or were assigned to repel the Sun Guards once they had made their final approach. Nevertheless, they raised their weapons and fired in futility, as their small arms were easily devoured by the thirsty capacitors within the dropships. In return, the twinned Phaethon’s cast their rage about them, firing with every weapon they had at whatever they could to cause as much untold destruction as possible before they discharged their cohorts onto the once polished flight deck.

While destruction rained down upon the massed Alliance forces, their dropships began to shift position, slowly moving away from the magnetic shield that sealed the atmosphere within the hangar bay, and halted their advance just above the debris-strewn flight deck. It was there that the crimson lights within the dropships changed, and where the blast doors slammed back into their housings. On the Agent’s command, the Sun Guards burst into action and found themselves immediately beset on all sides by the Alliance's combined fury. They had seemingly shifted their attention away from the dropship, and it’s cloaked sister and turned them towards prey they believed that their blasters could kill. Sadly, as the first Sun Guard touched down upon the surface of the Excubitor, his shield flared to life and rippled with agony as the discharged blasterfire stitched into the curved surface. The man laughed, and returned fire with his gauss rifle, only to laugh even harder when the quarrel had torn the Alliance marine from his feet and nearly crucified him onto a stack of cargo crates.

As more and more Sun Guard’s joined the fray, the amassed forces of the Galactic Alliance had begun to withdraw - moving to protect themselves from the incoming fire and hopefully find some advantage behind whatever sparse cover they could find. Upon seeing them tactically move behind improvised cover, Khonsu couldn’t help but smile, as all they were doing was delaying the inevitable. Several of his number had lifted their gauntlets, and depressed the activation plates located within their armoured palms, and released a torrent of plasmatic fire onto the cowering soldiers as well as their protective crates. The hungry tails of projected fire greedily sucked at the recycled atmosphere, as the cone was cast onto the improvised barricade. It washed over the surface like oil skating across a block of ice and tore into the fabric that underlaid the enemy’s protective armour. Ignited by the flamethrowers, they scrambled within the protective bounds of their cover to snuff the fire out, only to start screaming when more and more of their body glove’s burst into flame. They started squirming about on the ground and tearing at pieces of their body armour hoping that the fires wouldn’t spread, but after several heartbreaking seconds - their terminal realization set in.

They died screaming in agony, as their flesh crackled, became nothing more than seared meat.​

With the nearest squads of Alliance marines either impaled by the magnetically accelerated quarrels, roasted alive by the fury of the Sun Guard’s integrated weapons or stitched with carbon scoring from the Dropships weapons, Khonsu noted that their number of gathered foes had steadily increased. They were easily outnumbered, by his estimates, by a three to one factor - which if this protracted firefight had lasted longer - would see many of his men dead as their mobility shields expired. He was about to issue an order for his men to advance towards one of the nearby doors but found that the Agent, who had taken cover nearby, had beaten him to the punch. Denied the chance to lead his men, there was a sliver of jealousy that slipped into his mind, as well as a drop of gratified admiration. She was truly different from the timid woman they had borne witness too before. In fact, Khonsu felt realized that he was starting to like this woman. As an errant blaster bolt had impacted his shields with a hearty slap, the Sun Guard tore himself out of his musings and returned fire. Several ferromagnetic quarrels smashed into the crate from whence the bolt originated, and tore the massive crate free from its housing, casting the massive box into the air. With a sadistic smile, the Sun Guard watched as it came back down to his attacker - as he scrambled to get away.

“Golden Company,” Khonsu began after tearing his eyes from the battle and bringing a gauntleted hand towards his helmet. “Advance as one towards the rear of the Hangar Bay. Follow the Agent and keep her covered.” Without missing a beat, the Sun Guard’s hand swapped channels and directly linked his comms system with that of his Dropship. “Provide covering fire in any way you can. We’re moving into the ship. Keep this Hangar bay secured until our mission is complete. It’s more than likely we’ll have friends coming our way, so do whatever you need to do to keep this avenue under control.” Removing his armoured hand from his golden crown when the reply was made, the Tribune swung the arm forward in a chopping motion, universally signalling his troops to advance. They moved with all the tactical precision expected of combat veterans, and mercenaries, ensuring their fields of fire were covered and that any remaining holdouts of Alliance troops were swiftly dealt with as they progressed towards their waypoint.

“Alright,” Khonsu said through his suit’s vocabulator, as his armoured back pressed against the carbon scored bulkhead next to the sealed blast doors. “We can slice the controls to this door, or we can blow our way in with detonators. Ladies choice.”

[member="Emilia Ravel"] | [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Xenro"]​

 

[Karsan Munin]

https://soundcloud.com/mashreef-ahamed/slayer-reign-in-blood-remaster-2014​

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Location: L-49
Allies: Mando'ade l [member="Silas Mantis"] l [member="Baiko no Kaho"] l [member="Aryn Spar"] l [member="Dagon Namadi"] l [member="Shia Kryze"] l [member="Adora Namadi"] l [member="Listralli Namadi"] l
Enemies: Everyone else.
Equipment: Combat Webbing, MF-44 Shotgun, Westar-35 Sidearm, Beskar knife, Crushgaunts, Durasteel Mando'ade Armor. Daddy/Anger Issues
Piloting: Oraruliik

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When someone needed their plumbing fixed, they called a plumber. When a moisture farmer's collectors went top-up, they called someone. Warfare was no different. You needed water, you call the water guys. You needed food, you call the kitchen guys. That was how wars worked. But when you needed extraction from a hostile ship- that was decaying while you were on it? You called Karsan Calnov. The recently-turned Mandalorian had a change of heart, and pace lately. After getting his ass kicked by [member="Silas Mantis"], he was placed by Silas in a sort of 'ace in the hole' manner, at Silas' request.

This was the ace in the hole- or rather, the angel that was going to save the Mandalorians that were still trapped aboard the breaking ship. Karsan yanked the throttle down and dove through the fighting ships, his only goal to save the troops still trapped on the ship. All other objectives were secondary at this point.

Karsan throttled through the space, the light passing through the viewport and unto the man. He looked up, at the stars for a moment, and wished he had done this sooner. This- being a better life. His father abandoned him, and the One Sith taught him to be a lethal fighting machine. Now, he was going to turn all that he had learned onto them.

Karsan didn't speak over the comms. Everyone knew he hated talking when he didn't need to. He was pinging a location- outside of the ship, a few meters. They'd have to jump. But with no gravity- that wouldn't be too hard. He slipped on the durasteel helmet, and heard the magnetic locks hiss into place. The Mandalorians didn't need a rescue- they just needed a ride. He broadcasted a timer. They had five minutes to be at the rendezvous or risk being left behind. Plenty of time, given that he knew the Mandalorians were the best.

He looked up at the stars again.

"Oya."​

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[Kier Grey]

Hex L-49 \\ Vlannenm Pox's Fighter \\ TIE/SF Mk. III​

Faction: First Order \\ Enemy: Galactic Alliance \\ Status: Gunner Seat, Vlannem Pox's Fighter​

In Vicinity/Allies: [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Emilia Ravel"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="The Major"] | [member="Krayn Ren"] | [member="HK-42"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Morro"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Elensa Jari"] | [member="Vlannem Pox"]​

FN-6767 "Scars"
TIE/SF Mk. III

Spoiler: Equipment

• FO-02 Stormtrooper Armour (Tank Trooper Variant, one-color white passive camouflage)
• FastTurn-3 Hydrospanner
• Plasma Torch
• Stuncuffs
• G-11F Blaster Rifle

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"These boots belong on the ground Hairgel." Protests with a growl three gold shapes coming into view of the targeting Computer raising her visor up to peer out the narrow slit that formed the rear canopy she sees them; three Alliance Fighters trailing closely behind them. Depressing the trigger bolts of green shriek across space towards the fighters but they weave forcing Scars' to focus on the closest ones its arms flash red with return fire. "Yeah, yeah I got it! Just fly and don't get us blasted!" Irritated Scars continues firing towards the Alliance fighters even as Pax attempts to evade them they stuck to them like reactor coolant and were more stubborn than a busted TX-230A engine starter. "Incoming!" Scars' voice cries out within the TIE fighter's canopy as a merciless barrage of missiles and laser cannon fire is sent there way and the Tank Commander inwardly thought if this would be it, the time that she finally joined the members of her tank crew who had died in a glorious inferno on Hoth while she was cursed to have her left arm taken from her. "Computer, Play 'Do not halt me now' by 'Kings'" Scars' gently bites her tongue in anxiety while their pursuers relentless chase them.

https://youtu.be/IgxaYVdSf-0​

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Within the confines of Scars' helmet does the song blast, beads of sweat roll down her face disfigured by those horrible scars and pool around eyes had they not been cybernetics prosthesis they might have stung in reaction to the fluid but Scars remains unflinchingly focused in the fire of Death. "Hairgel! If we go down try to put us in or near an Alliance ship, we might be able to do some kind of damage." Scars holds no intention of being captured if their TIE was to fail or disintegrate around them that was an embarrassing prospect for the Stormtrooper with the belief either rightly or wrongly that she would be tortured and that was a future she simply would not abide or risk betraying secrets of the First Order, though to be fair the bredth of her knowledge mostly centered around vehicle operation and design.