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Allies: [member="FN-6767"]
Enemies: [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Roth Tillian"] Objective: Get to the TIE wreckage.
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The lieutenant slowly stirred in his seat, groaning. His vision blurred, as the sounds of blaster fire reverberated across the hangar. Groggily, the pilot stirred, and reached to his ejector seat, unclasping it. The Bespin native fell, his muscles weakened. His whole body ached from the g-forces, so to look up and see his gunner up and running amazed him to say the least. He lifted an arm, waving at the stormtrooper, "I'm up, I'm up!" He grunted, steadily picking his body up.
The pilot sat, on his two legs, hunched over. He needed a weapon, and needed one fast. Darting quickly behind fuel cells, and hangar equipment, the lieutenant skirted through the gunfire. Walking over the bodies of pilots, and beneath the fire which reverberated through the air. Adler Six, peeked up at the wreckage, it had been abandoned by the officers, and marines who diverted their attention towards the trooper. Light footed, and still almost creeping, Vlannem took his chance, and ran. "Cover me!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
As he reached the TIE, the lieutenant leaped, and took cover behind the crumpled wing of his craft, before reaching up, and hauling himself into the cockpit. All TIE fighters were fitted with survivalist kits. Rations, bacta, and in this case, more importantly, a weapon. In Vlannem's case, that weapon was the DE-39 Maser Rifle. Armed with it, and a grin on his face, Vlannem slid out of the cockpit. The rifle was nice, and relatively light as he pressed the stock to his shoulder. Vlannem glared down the sight, and began to open fire at the rear of the Alliance's forces. "Come on, finish 'em groundpounder!" He roared.
Location: 'The 'Excubitor.' -> Ventral Hangar Bay -> Central Access Corridor. 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, [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="Khonsu Amon"], @Xenro. Enemies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Kiyron"], @Eralam. Equipment: See Signature + G11-F rifle.
Ducking back into the depths of the hangar, where one of the other two blast doors remained safely sealed, preventing the boarders from easily infiltrating the ship, but also allowing them to focus their efforts on the central and right access corridors. A dozen metres behind her, the Sun Guards and their leader fought with savage ferocity. Emilia had seen this kind of intense battle only a few times, in her brief service in the first war against the Alliance and her allies. Here, the Sun Guards fought like caged wolves. Backed into a corner, the precarious nature of their situation was not lost on them, the marines were tough, with the advantage of numbers, but the Sun Guards were tougher, far tougher, they used covered positions amongst the starfighters and equipment to their advantage, moving around unpredictably, and firing from positions concealed by shadow. The marines, on the other hand, were struggling to find adequate cover. The delivery crates piled near the door provided a limited amount, but were being steadily chipped away by the stream of fire that funneled from all sides of the hangar into the central corridor. They weren't armoured, after all, and would bow to the tide of energy soon enough.
The same was true for their cover, the various boxes, crates, and fighters that the Sun Guards and their allies hid behind took much of the marine's reciprocating fire. Fizzling bolts pinged off of starfighter hulls, and dissapated with crackling bursts against metal crates, denting and rupturing the casings, spilling the contents onto the polished floor. The realities of the chaotic exchange were starting to take their toll on the Bureau Chief a rising tide of panic was brewing. It started as butterflies, rising into a dizzying nausea as she took cover after the breach, plasmatic bolts pinging over her cloaked form as the thick doors buckled and blew apart, exposing the two military forces to each other.
Now out of direct line of fire, she let her cloaking dissolve, panting and leaning heavily against a column that stuck out from the hangar, hiding her from view. She caught her breath, calming herself. Listening and observing as the mercenary leader, [member="Khonsu Amon"] busily made arrangements to aid their cause, recruiting a TIE pilot into assisting with the boarding maneuver. Moments later, the firefight worsened, plasma bolts and ferromagnetic quarrels being traded with alarming intensity. Emilia got to her feet, working her way along the back wall, moving further into the section of hangar closest to the remaining sealed blast door, a section of the ventral hangar largely forgotten by Alliance and First Order operatives alike.
Her comms crackled to life, notifying her that the other cohorts of Sun Guards, the one that had breached the right hangar door, had penetrated the Alliances defenses, and now had access to the wider ship. She hoped they would wreak the necessary havoc to take the pressure of her group. If things persisted like this, the situation would become dire. Hopefully, the merc had some trick up his sleeve something break a hole through the mari-
*BANG*
She spun around, slinging the weapon from her shoulder and into a firing position in a motion so practiced it was pure instinct, a product of her training in the academy. She grimaced, her ears ringing even from all the way on the other side of the hangar. The first sonic grenade was joined by others, each pop making Emilia jump slightly with each mighty bang. Something in her shifted, and she pushed the panic aside for a moment. Perhaps the tide had turned after all.
Keying into a secure frequency, monitored by the faithful crew aboard the FIV Tortuga, Emilia relayed their situation to her superiors. If there was one thing you could say about the Security Bureau, it was that they liked to stay informed. Emilia wasn't about to displease them, especially after her recent promotion. So like the good agent she was, she ducked away from the battle, establishing radio contact with FOSB Command.
:: "Bureau Chief Ravel to Eagle's Aerie. " :: :: "Aerie to Ravel, go ahead." :: :: "We've taken the hangar, the Sun Guards have split into cohorts, one of which has breached a hangar door and entered the ship. My group is currently clashing with alliance marines at the Central Access Corridor." :: :: "Understood, good luck agent." ::
With that, the line went dead, her advisers showing their typical brevity. With a slight sigh, she turned her attention back to the unfolding firefight. She moved deeper into the undisturbed section of hangar, navigating a network of pallets and crates laden with munitions. There had to be some sort of heavy weapon she could use to help, because her blaster skills were not up to scratch at these distances. Maybe something with a mount. She rounded a stack of crates, coming face to face with a corpse.
Yelping and jumping back, Emilia's hand leapt for her pistol, but stopped halfway through the motion. The corpse stared back at her, dead-eyed, a massive blaster wound had torn apart its side, it was clear that the thing couldn't possibly be alive. It was wearing an Alliance uniform, but appeared to have become a thrall of some unknown force user, perhaps the shifty merc who'd cloaked their gunship on their way in. Whatever mystical trick of Force magic this was, Emilia hoped that its master would spare her the same fate as this poor soldier, should she fall in battle. She turned away in disgust. War made strange bedfellows, she supposed.
Hex L-49 // Space // ANS Red Veil Faction: The First Order // Enemy: The Galactic Alliance In Vicinity: [member="Therran Graush"], [member="The Major"], [member="Lily Kuhn"], [member="Raph Thule"]
The Sith Lord had brought the soldier down to the floor, and at first he didn't notice, but the Force was dampened on account of the mans Mechamiri Package, though, he hadn't come in account with such a creation in his life.
What is this?
Not Ysalimiri...
Could it?
The distance brought by the man falling backwards had restored some strength to him.
Left arm tugged towards body, and a man was stumbling in his direction. By the time the sonic projectile flew at him, the Alliance soldier's own squad mate was being held up between the both of them,and when body was struck, the Supreme Commander stumbled backwards, before throwing corpse as if it were ragdoll at the soldier who sought to shoot at him, before lightsabre found palm, cleaving through the other soldiers that had moved onto the bridge.
Location: L2 (Barrini Station) Objective: Boarding Allies: Galactic Alliance and Friends ([member="Jerit Kolomor"], [member="Dusaro Dresari"], [member="Jyoti Nooran"], [member="Allyson Locke"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Kira Novak"]) Opposition: First Order Directly Opposing: TBD
Liuna flipped her visor up as Jyoti approached. Glancing down, she saw a slicing kit being passed her way. Her gloved hands reached out to accept it. Listening closely, she made a quick mental note – get to a terminal, get a layout, and get it out to the rest of the group. Gripping the kit close, she gave the Echani woman a steady nod.
“Got it,” She said simply.
Before she knew it, their team was nearly ready for action. Liuna let her mind race, the thoughts tearing past in a blur. She’d spent her share of time slicing; in her youth it had been a way to turn a quick profit. And while she would normally not considering time spent behind a computer to be… fun, slicing came with a challenge and it came with risk. It was just enough to keep the Mirialan engaged and entertained. The fingers of her free hand flexed. She was ready to go to work.
She swayed slightly as their transport contacted the station’s exterior. Listening, she could hear the sharp sound of grinding. It was only a matter of time before the station’s hull was open for them to enter. No doubt, their team members aboard other ships were fast at work to do the same. The Mirialan was still clustered with the soldiers near the back, all of them seemed to be tense – but in a way that prepared them for what was to come.
As the circular chunk of the station’s hull was sent hurling inside by Jyoti, the soldiers began to flow out.
There were the sounds of small explosions and blaster fire to accompany to occasional yell. With her own heavy blaster pistol gripped tightly in hand, and shield gauntlet active on the wrist of the opposite, she began to move. Bodies clad in white armor were already on the ground, her boots moved silently to step over limbs as needed. But the Shadow paused for a moment, dark eyes focused on a motionless Stormtrooper at her feet. Liuna wasn’t above rifling through a dead man’s belongings. Kneeling, her hands quickly took stock of the trooper’s utility belt. And then, a grin spread across her face. Lifting a silver cylinder from a small pouch, she continued on her way. No doubt, the First Order would not give a soldier this low on the chain much in the way of permissions, but it would likely grant the most basic access.
Stalking low, she continued into the corridor. Lo and behold, she could see the flickering screen of a terminal nearby. The screen appeared to be somewhat damaged, likely busted up a bit during the brief fray. Liuna ripped the front panel off the wall unit and tossed it to the side. After plugging in her kit, she used the cylinder to access the station’s system. Glancing over to Allyson, she knew that the other woman would likely have need of the codes as well. The Mirialan slid the cylinder across the floor, until it ended up in Allyson’s hand.
Turning back to her task at hand, her fingers began to deftly work the keys – quickly sifting through the information view-able by one of this lower rank. A layout would be fairly basic and available. With a simple map located, she just needed to get it to her people. "Transmitting a basic schematic now. Good luck, everyone." She said into her comm, and pressed the button to upload to the AI.
Location: En route to Excubitor Ventral Hangar Bay
Primary Objective: Bring the Joy of Music to All Aboard
Secondary Objective: Kill
Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Kiyron"]
Enemies: The First Order, The Golden Company, [member="Connor Harrison"], [member="Khonsu Amon"], [member="Xenro"], [member="Emilia Ravel"], [member="The Major"]
Equipment: 5 shot revolver, lightsaber, banjo
NPC Associate: Pearl
Pearl's Equipment: Lightsaber, fiddle
"You sure the ship won't land?"
Eralam shrugged. He could understand Pearl's reluctance where the plan was concerned, but there wasn't much that could be done. The Old 97 was a mail ship, and it had no deliveries to be made there. Its droid pilot brain was rather simple when it came to things like that. It was willing to deviate a bit, but it absolutely would not touch down.
"Yeah, I'm sure," he said with a sigh. "What are you worried about, anyway? You're an astromech. You're hardened against vacuum, same as me."
"Hardened against vacuum, sure. Not turbolaser fire."
She had a point there. They'd been assured that the defensive guns wouldn't target them, but that didn't mean there wasn't a metric karkton of other ships out here that were spewing bolts of coherent energy like a drunkard spewing up his supper after a whirl on a merry-go-round.
"You know what rhymes with Nantarckut?"
Pearl sighed. "Man, kark it. Let's get this over with. You better be right about the music thing."
"Even if I'm wrong, it'll still be awesome," the elder Shard said.
"If you say so."
The plan was simple: the Old 97 would make a speed run towards the ventral hangar, but would turn off before actually getting there. Right before it turned off, Eralam and Pearl would be ejected from the airlock, and their momentum would carry them into the hangar. And from there, things would get...fun.
"10 seconds," Eralam said as he checked his banjo for proper tuning one last time. He'd never exposed the instrument to hard vacuum, but it was space rated.
As was Pearl's fiddle. She ran through a couple scales, just to make sure it was good to go.
"5 seconds. 4...3...2...1..."
The airlock blasted open, and the two Shards shot out like a bat out of hell, if said bat was being chased by something that ate bats and also had a solid state rocket booster up its arse. They cleared the distance in no time. As soon as they passed through the atmosphere retention shield, Eralam used the Force to arrest his momentum, and Pearl used her maneuvering rockets. They both landed lightly on the deck and took a look around.
"Ready?" Eralam asked, as he grasped the neck of the banjo.
"Ready," Pearl confirmed, fiddle armed and primed.
Eralam tapped his foot on the deck.
"1, 2, 3, 4," he said, and then they launched into song. If they had come in shooting, chances are, they'd have been lit up by about a million (approximately) different blasters. So, entering sneakily was the way to avoid that. But they needed to attract attention, and if possible, sow confusion. Well, a couple of droids playing an impromptu concert in the hangar bay, loudly enough to be heard over the din of the battle, was certainly going to confuse the hell out of a lot of people.
"Today, the Supreme Leader shall be roasted in his own flagship! We'll send his body back to Dosuun from whence he came!" Cathul shouted across the FLEETCOM frequency, hoping that other commands will actually listen.
Much to the dismay of both Commanders Lupus and Asturo, their attempts at dealing with the buzz droid menaces they are facing, while killing some buzz droids, also had the effect of compounding the damage they caused. Yes, they managed to kill a few buzz droids that way, about 1/3 of them at that stage, but in doing so, they were at risk of sustaining firepower kills, especially given the placement of the buzz droids on the ships, which swiftly made for the nearest hardpoints. On the Executioner, fighter-grade ion cannon fire that hit buzz droids also splashed onto the hardpoints on which the buzz droids latched, on top of any barrels that were cut down by buzz droids, causing the dorsal port hardpoints to reduce their efficiency. Meanwhile, the Dauntless cruiser group used point-defense guns to shoot down buzz droids, and, like the ion blasts before them, there was enough residual power in the shots to splash onto the nearby hardpoints after the buzz droids' deaths. In both cases, the remaining buzz droids burrowed into their host ships' hulls, but didn't go that deep into the hull: understandably, on the Executioner, they found more success on the port bow, thanks to the Destiny exploding right there. Some of the buzz droids started attempting to sabotage the power lines, while others started attempting to sabotage the missiles in the nearby magazines, in hopes of triggering premature detonations and hopefully taking the magazine along with it. Whatever dorsal port hardpoints were left on the Executioner, could only cause limited damage to Therapy Command's escorts due to them firing at the edge of their effective range.
"The Executioner is blocking our firing lines to Triaxis!" the chief gunnery officer shouted.
"We've got only one chance to destroy that accursed ship: we are at the edge of standard turbolaser range from them. This ship goes boom, and the debris will be buffeting Triaxis and be attracted by it. Maybe even be buffeting any other ships or fighters in its vicinity" Tanith commented.
"At the same time, another enemy formation is going in the opposite direction on another plane, above the Executioner. They appear headed towards the Itsukusk's starboard"
"Fire all long-range weapons on the Executioner! Prioritize the port bow!"
"How are we to deal with the enemy fleet headed towards the Itsukusk's starboard?" the chief gunnery officer asked, questioning the maneuver.
"C-9980s, prioritize the other escorts, Providences, focus your trench batteries on the Interceptor, Excubitor, fire the trench batteries on the Harbinger"
"Admiral, not all the trench batteries can fire at the Harbinger" Carmen retorted.
"Then fire at whichever cruiser is on that arc!"
There was a reason why Therapy Command fired at the Executioner after the Harbinger flew past it: Cathul could then minimize the interference of the cruiser group. Also, a veritable onslaught of long-range fire was headed towards the enemy battlecruiser: over 1200 turbolasers' worth of heavy energy weapons were fired at the exposed dorsal port, compounded by fifteen 380mm HVC shots and twelve 420mm HVC shots, with finally nine 15-second volleys of 88mm HVC fire. Even if it did survive, it was likely going to be in a world of hurt, with 350 proton torpedoes being fired at it as well, 250 from standard launchers and 100 from MIRVs. Not to mention the three humongous stealth MIRVs, carrying seven assault concussion missiles apiece, headed right towards the dorsal spine and de-cloaking right in front of the superstructure. By depressing the point-defense guns, that particular fleet closing in on the Itsukusk's starboard made themselves more vulnerable to other Discord missiles being fired their way, with MIRVs. With 58 MIRVs being fired, there were 25 of them headed towards the Harbinger, and 11 each towards the Relentless, Merciless and Interceptor, splitting up into five Discord missiles before they made it to point-defense range, so more poodoo is headed Dako's way. And not only under the form of buzz droids, either: 336 turbolaser shots were fired at the Interceptor, with the Staff, Dirk and Spear having the equivalent of 100 turbolasers and four MIRVs fired at each of them. Meanwhile, the Harbinger had 720 turbolaser shots fired at it, and the Dauntless had 204 of those, combined with two volleys of 88mm HVCs.
"Instructions for the convoy have just arrived"
Jyoti Nooran said:
"This is Captain Noa of the Silver Spacy, acting in concert with the Galactic Alliance Defense Forces. As many of you have already gathered, the First Order has enacted a sector wide blockade that cuts through this leg of the Hydian Way. We are here to crush said blockade and get everyone back on their way."
"As operations commence, we urge all non combatants to exit the immediate area surrounding station. Coordinates are now being transmitted that will direct you all to safe zones that have been projected to have the lowest probability of collisions as interdictors remain in effect. Medical teams will be there on standby to issue emergency care and rations."
"If you see a disabled vessel and have the means to move them or take on their passengers, then please do. Under any circumstance, DO NOT attempt hyperjumps until interdictors have been confirmed to be neutralized. The overlapping gravitational fields will shear you ships apart."
"We have to do something about the station!" the CAG commander shouted.
"I have an idea: have the heavy bomb-carrying fighters dive below our plane, fly some distance at attack speed towards Triaxis, drop their ordnance there, and then return to the main fleet"
"A message from the Wild Knights" the communications officer warned.
"Patch it through"
"Knight One to Alliance actual," Roth said, leaning through the comms. "Arrived in system. What's the priority target?"
"Therapist Actual to Knight One. The priority target is the main hangar of the Excubitor, where boarders have infiltrated the ship; strafing runs on the boarders would keep them at bay, keep them from progressing"
In the distance, the convoy leading to Skor, which was escorted and remained motionless, undisturbed while the First Order was engaging them this entire time, was being herded in safe spaces as designated by [member="Jyoti Nooran"] et al, alongside the remaining merchant ships that still dared cross that stretch of the Hydian Way. Meanwhile, what starboard point-defense cannons could be mustered, opened fire at the enemy TIEs that dared come that close to the starboard auxiliary hangar: accurate fire was not always possible, especially not when firing at enemies with the maneuverability TIE/SFs had. Also, the one thing Cathul was to remember about dropping bombs in space at an X-Wing's attack speed, which was the same as a Chiloon-I's, was that bombs carry forward momentum from the moment they are dropped and can only be accelerated towards the station thanks to the station's gravity well projectors. And hence so long as they had a clear shot at the station, they could drop the bombs, far enough away to avoid the station's point-defense but close enough to reach said attack speed, and the bombs are coming towards the station at even higher speeds. Once those 192 heavy bombs are dropped, the fighters move back towards the fleet. And if the station's fighter screen or point-defense shot down some of those bombs, they are in for explosive poodoo in a 400-meter radius from the bomb's detonation. By now she could sense the presence of the Butcher of Skor, one [member="Connor Harrison"].
"The Butcher of Skor is in the port hangar, and also prepare for a starboard hangar boarding as well" she told [member="Kiyron"] over the security comms.
"Reinforcements have arrived to the CIC" the security guard announded.
"Send them in"
Now that [member="Jairdain"] and her security detail have arrived in the CIC in a golf cart, with [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] and [member="Ronin Wendigo"] onboard, she starts feeling the warmth of additional Force-energy sources, with also the familiar face of the Togruta padawan she met on Skor not so long ago. Speaking of Jair, she reminded Cathul of one Julie, and not only ; she was much better at using battle meditation than Julie was (and also being better than Julie in a host of other aspects relevant to mentalism), or even the white Twi'lek admiral. The question being: how would Jair find the requisite concentration inside a place as noisy as a CIC? It appeared, of course, that the First Order had a reason to wish to capture the ship alive... the question being: why. What reason would they possibly have for killing or capturing me? she thought, while she could feel that the enemy boarders started their attacks and they drew the first blood, while also taking some losses. Of course, she realized that Kiyron has reinforced the security around engineering and the CIC, so the attackers realizing that access to the schematics require two-factor authentication may stall the attackers for a bit, but by no means entirely.
Started tampering the Executioner's missiles to cause premature detonation using buzz droids [member="Sieger Ren"]
Used the Providences' ECCM to counter the sensor jamming and target painting
Fired heavy weapons at the Executioner [member="Sieger Ren"]
Fired short-range, rapid-fire batteries at the screening ships [member="Dako Asturo"]
Fired discord missiles at [member="Dako Asturo"]
Had 16 squadrons circle around the fleet to protect it against fighters and other craft
Fired short-range stuff at screening corvettes and frigates around the Executioner
Location: On Board Eidolon Transport Storming the surface of L2 Barrini station
Objective: Enroute to the Stations Communication array to destroy it
Allies: SJO, GA, [member="Liuna Ondizi"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Kira Novak"] [member="Allyson Locke"]
Opposition: Nothing
The transport was silent as it's engines silently pushed it along through space, focusing on staying silent and not being seen. It would not do for Dusaro to tip his hand early. It's LLT-13 stealth system making it a veritable ghost in space while running cold as it was. "Good to know that you are ready! Make sure you stay that way when the shooting starts." He said wryly, looking to the front of the ship. "Hey, pilot, can you route the visuals of the stations surface to my hud?""Affirmative sir, one moment." It took a few moments, but when it was done Dusaro had a view of the camera's sight of the station. "Not heavily defended... I see a fair number of gun emplacements though. Not concentrated anywhere far as i can tell, fairly well spread out." He said with a slight nod. They were close, so he could vaguely make out what looked like a few small ports for troops inside to go outside of the station.
After getting a good feel for the area, he patched himself through to the other transports using close range, secure comm channels. "Right, we are going to have to hit this thing before anyone notices we are here. All Transports will land and deploy as close to that main communication array as we can. Form a V with transports two and three behind the leading transport. Squads Sixteen and Seventeen stay behind to defend the transports! From then on the rest of us rush the array on foot. When we land, hit nearby defensive emplacements with Nagnol gas canisters. After that is done we storm the communications array, shock and awe! No stopping, if it pops up shoot it and keep running! If its a turret, hit it with a canister! Don't worry about needing them later, our primary objective is more important! My group will take point, we form a wedges and keep on pushing until we reach that comms array. After its trashed we pull back and use the transports to board the station, got it!?" From the troops in the transport came a sharp 'Yes sir!'"Well i will be damned, all of you were listening! Now then, cut comms and radio silence until we land."
It did not take them long to arrive, the ECM drones, fighter cover and their own stealth systems keeping the six transports safe and sound as they slinked past the enemies defensive line. But they were going to have a especially fun time of it, being on the outside of the station. Dusaro had a large force sure, over one hundred strong. But they could get surrounded by troops coming from the inside of the station very fast. Even if they were smaller in number, that would be dangerous and would slow them down. They could not afford to be slowed down. 'Suppose i just have to deal with any issues like that then, eh?' He thought as the transport pilot counted down the seconds til landing. The troopers piled up, Dusaro at their head in the lead transport. Moments before touchdown, door opened and lowered like a ramp at the front of the ship. By the time they hit the deck, it had layed out in full and they were rushing out. "Clear of troopers, hit those emplacements!" Dusaro called out as he rushed down the ramp and saw no troopers, but several nearby defensive emplacements. In moments they were both hit with Nagnol gas before they got any effective firing solutions on the troopers, though the shields of the transports took a hit or two.
The two squads that were left behind would handle putting them out for good, while Dusaro and Kira started the push for the Communications array. They had landed close, it was only a hundred and fifty meters away. But anyone who had been in a battle before would not rejoice yet. This was nowhere near over yet. Dusaro sprinted forward with his troops, grav boots keeping him in touch with the durasteel of the station as they rushed it. When a defensive emplacement was seen it was gassed while the rest of them pushed forward. The squads carrying the explosives they would be using to take out the array were guarded in the center of the formation. If anyone wanted to get them, they would have to go through nearly a entire companies worth to even start touching them. In short, Dusaro was not taking any chances. They had closed the distance by seventy five meters to the array now, but Dusaro got the feeling they were not going to be alone when they got there.
The snap-hiss of a second blade igniting behind her, this one not a saber but the pike carried by Elensa, brought a vicious smile to her lips even as icy cold fingers grazed across her spine, snapping her attention away from those nearby at to a familiar presence against her mind.
Rats sneaking aboard the ship? I won’t stand for rodent infestations, you know.
Crimson orbs stayed open, locked through the glass visor on the rapidly approaching figures, even as she longed to close them against the sensation of an invisible hand playing along her skin. [member="Samka Derith"] ‘s playful, youthful tone whispered through her mind, sharp and crisp against the riot of communication blaring through various comm systems, security alerts waring with lockdown protocols and status reports pinging from various sector of the immense Star Destroyer.
You will give no hesitation, you will take every opening and leave no room for sentimentality. I have faith in you, no matter what you face.
As the intimate feeling of connection fled from her mind, the soft voice drifting into the abyss, the sounds of war returning in full-force, a momentary impression of gratitude returned through the link burning between the two Masters, a wordless acknowledgement she knew would be understood implicitly by the violet-haired Overlord. A soft sigh of reluctance passed her lips as the arctic touch dissipated, the glowing warmth of Darkness replacing the caress within her core. Not for the first time, had the Master expressed her faith in the young Zambrano, a personal interest taken in her successes…as well as her failures.
Cast out from her thoughts by a second concussive force coursing across the hull of the Executioner, alarms blaring at full volume throughout her helmet and the within the hangar itself, the ship rocked violently beneath their feet. Exposed as Ara was, devoid of anything with which to cling and preserve stability, the Master found herself thrown to the floor, armoured knees and one palm slamming against unforgiving Durasteel, a violent curse ripped from her lips as pain radiated through her hip and arm. Fragments of damaged fighters crashed to the ground around them, screams of pain ripping through the comm systems only to be hastily cut off as connections died.
Once again, an organized chaos engulfed the deck, the recovering soldiers returning to train their weapons on the intruders with barely a split second of delay, duty overriding any distress or fear that may have been present for their fallen comrades. Visual confirmation was unnecessary in ensuring the well-being of the Ren accompanying Sarathiel, their auras burning bright and steady at a short distance behind, fleeting concern satisfied as she regained her feet.
::I know who you are, Dr. Bantam, but I am afraid we cannot acquiesce to your request. ::
The deeply distorted chuckle lacked any true humor, a step forward and cocked head meeting the Marshall’s statement, voice utterly reasonable and yet laced with steel. Time had not robbed him of his ability for asinine conversation, even in the midst of such dire circumstances, memory flashing to their brief exchange upon the wreckage of the FIV Kingfisher. A banter that had been rather abruptly severed by a re-encryption of the First Order’s private channels.
As lips parted to continue, Sieger’s presence returned, her words frozen in the span of a breath as pressure bore down on her. Before, the strength of his will against hers had dominated. Now, bolstered as the Master of Ren found herself by the combined forces of Sieger and Samka, it no longer consumed her mind, her thoughts trained on the threat before her as the Supreme Leader issued his command and once again left his servants to go about their own. Duty before all else, Caehl and Elensa moved to answer Sieger’s call, something she suspected rather grated on the Knight’s pride. Answering his simple statement with a curt nod, her attention barely strayed from the armoured man in front of her.
Let’s try not to break this body, so soon shall we?
Humor and a slight hint of threat underscored the voice meant for Caehl Ren alone, her touch on his mind far less intrusive than either of the others who had come before. As their signatures slipped from view, the troopers surrounding parting smoothly to allow them exit and quickly reassembling themselves into a tighter semi-circular ring around the trio, blasters at the ready.
:: Do not make me repeat myself, I promise you will not be pleased with the results. Submit. ::
Eyes flashing behind the dark glass, invisible hands pressing down on the man’s shoulders, a small smile as power stretched between her and Bryce, seeking his submission by force. Simultaneously, a transmission flashed across the HUD display of the ivory covered Stormtoopers surrounding the Ren. On her order, they would board Those within would fine no quarter given. Surrender or death.
After Jerit finished his self meditation to calm himself, he unmuted his communications in his helmet. Immediately, he could hear Valkren giving everybody details about the mission and what to do. Jerit already knew most of it from the briefing. Board the station, stick with Valkren. The ultimate goal was to slave the hyperdrive, and that is what Jerit was about to do to his full potential.
He remembered the conversation he and Valkren had earlier before getting into the transport.
Valkren Calderon said:
"I just want you to know, all Ord Radama jokes aside...I've got your back out there. You were there on Radama when sithspit hit the fan with myself and Valae, so I know you've got my back. But I need to know that you'll show some leadership aswell, kid. These soldiers might know you from the past, but they look to those that carry those handy sabers as those that can lead. Hell they probably look up to a Jedi like you over me any day."
The boy closed his eyes. He let his mind go and thought to himself.
I have to let these guys know I can lead. I know I can.
Jerit opened his eyes and looked down. His grabbed his lightsaber and clenched it with all the might he had. The anxiety was coming at a flurry to him now, eve when he was just finished meditating. To keep his mind distracted, he put back his lightsaber onto his belt and inspected his weapons. Jerit knew they were already clean and ready for battle but he just had to keep his head distracted somehow. He held up his A280 Rifle and examined it. He then brought out his pistol and aimed down its sights towards the ground. It was good too. Jerit put all his weapons back and looked to everyone. That new soldier looked nervous. That's a rookie thing everyone goes through. The fear of battle.
Jerit then listened to all the soldiers chattering among themselves. It made the boy a little less nervous knowing they were looking forward to the battle. The padawan felt a wave of honor flow through him. He was glad he was serving with the boys again, but the anxiety did not stop.
He heard Harris silence the men and everyone fell quiet. Jerit heard the pilots talk through his helmet. Thirty seconds until boarding. Jerit started to breathe a little too fast.
I can do this. I can do this...
He was more nervous than ever. He just wanted to fold into a ball and pretend this never happened, but the other half of him wanted this moment of battle. To get some excitement.
"Hey, Jerit." The boy jumped a bit. He looked behind him and noticed Lowder had his head down. Must be a private channel.
"I don't know how much you remember about Ord Radama..Obviously you know why they call us the Radama Raiders..But I think you're about to see why they call the big man up there the 'Reaper of Radama."
Jerit looked over to Valkren. He saw the cannon and Jerit was in awe. He spoke back to Lowder.
"He is a pretty badass solider Specialist Lowder. To make things fun, let's see how many of those troopers we kill. Winner gets a free drink. You in?"
Jerit heard the pilot yell to everyone. Ten seconds to contact. Jerit unlatched his lightsaber again and held it in his left hand. He was ready to kill. The boy heard a loud noise. He clenched his teeth. He heard Valkren give instructions before the boarding, ending with a scavenger hunt for an officer's helmet. Jerit gave a light chuckle. Suddenly, all the anxiety flushed itself out. Jerit could only feel excitement.
The padawan felt the presence of FO troops, gathering where the breach would be. Then the noise stopped, followed a detonation that sent many of the opposing trooper flying. After Valkren, Plexico, and Harris went in, Jerit leaped into the breach and ignited his lightsaber.
The padawan turned on his thermal vision and notice three troops ahead of him. They shot towards him. Jerit dodged and deflected the bolts. He sliced one in the chest, making him shriek and then falling to the ground.
One.
He went to the other two. They were in close proximity to each other. Jerit dashed to one of them, place his right foot on his chest, and jumped. Jerit threw his other foot at the opposite soldier in the face. The stormtrooper dropped. After Jerit landed, he stabbed the trooper he initially jumped on. He groaned in pain and dropped to the floor.
Two.
But it was not done yet. The soldier Jerit kicked got up and started shooting at him. The padawan rolled on the ground and lunged at him. Jerit Severed the stormtrooper's leg and force pushed him against the wall.
Three.
Jerit was breathing semi-heavily. The adrenaline took over most of his agility, but he was not tired yet. He looked over to Valkren who stopped spraying the gun. Jerit saw corpses on the ground.
"Nice shot!" Jerit said shakily.
He heard Valkrn giving a new order to all of the troops. Jerit's objective for now was to stay with his friend. He sensed more troops coming from the opposite direction.
"More troops ahead!"
Sure enough, there was another squad heading down towards their direction. Jerit ran as fast as he could towards the enemies. The aimed down their blasters, but Jerit knew he could not be it.
Faction: First Order \\ Target: ANS Itsukusk , ~50% to target \\ Status: In the Soup
Gear in Spoiler \\ In Vicinity: [member="Krayn Ren"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Enemies: [member=Zark] | [member="Lily Kuhn"]
FIV Executor Enemies: [member="Aryn Spar"] l [member="Silas Mantis"] l [member="Shia Kryze"] l [member="Karsan Calnov"] l [member="Baiko no Kaho"] l [member="Davon Karr"]
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As the troop transport bearing the Colonel and the accompanying Ren closed in on its target it felt the sting of the battlefield. Till now their pilot had been diligent in weaving through the mess, dodging any major weapons fire arcs and shedding pursuers by flying in a somewhat convoluted flight path - not for much longer however. Dipping low beneath the prow of an enemy corvette, the shuttle shook as the sound of violent scraping filled the cabin - a torpedo had just grazed the hull, a small miracle it hadn't detonated.
:: Time for plan Besh. :: keyed up the Colonel.
The defensive fire from the ANS Itsukusk was withering, carving through the remaining transports at an alarming rate. They needed a change of strategy.
:: Check your kits, we're doing this live. ::
Rapidly a readout appeared across their HUDs, the signal to secure their armor for the void. They were going on a little trip - this one wasn't recreational.
(Note, Edited Out Existence of "FIV Executor" due to a misunderstanding.)
Equipment (All of Ops Team Harpy (20 + Rolf Amsel, Krayn Ren) ) :
The ship was now stuck to the side of the Star Destroyer, still cloaked with the mysterious styigium drive and hidden from both sensors and view. Aryn frowned for a moment, glancing around for a few seconds before he motioned to one of the nearby men. Those on board the vessel quickly sealed their helmet, a loud hiss ringing through the entire ship as the atmosphere was vented and the small lock between the Orar and the Executioner were sealed.
Half a heartbeat passed, and then Aryn made a low growl in this throat. In response one of the other Mandalorians moved into place besides the hull, lowering himself and slowly lifting a small tool within his right hand. There was a brief pause, and then quickly the device began to slice directly through the hull.
The man moved his hand in a deliberate circle, and then motioned to his Shukalar. Aryn stepped up, his feet thumping against the deck. His hands moved to either side of the rounded airlock, his massive muscles rippling for just a moment. A small smile crossed his face, eagerness drawing across his features. This was why they were here, this was why they had joined this battle. He turned his head towards the others for a moment, his voice gruff. "Kill everything that moves."
Be it man, woman, or child.
His foot shot forward and crashed against the cut.
The thick hull moved, and then the circle that had been cut into the metal gave way. There was a loud thunk as the durasteel fell free of the hull itself and went crashing into the Star Destroyer itself. Half a heartbeat Aryn dropped into the hull, letting out a loud roar as he ripped his massive warhammer from his back and swung it towards the nearest person. A loud squish sound erupted as the weighted beskar went crashing against the unarmored ensign.
Looking to the young Mandalorian he had taken under his wing, Silas sighed. "Mando'ade do not fear death Jaiyn." He said, his voice firm but not harsh. "We are death." The boy hadn't been there for the Civil War, either too young or too far away, today was his first real war as far as Silas could tell, but the man was determined to make sure he survived it. Standing and following Spar and the others out into the void he said nothing further, the boy knew to stay close, Silas didn't need to tell him.
Then, moments later when Shukalar opened up the breach, Silas propelled himself inward, tomahawk in one hand, Little Wolf in the other. He'd forgo the formality of the MF-44 for now, leaving that to Karsan and Shia, right now Silas demanded to be closer. The hand axe buried itself into the chest of a trooper, the enhanced strength of the prosthetic letting the weapon punch clean through the pale white armor and stain it red. The body was flung aside as Silas violently removed the axe whilst opening the throat of a soldier making to raise his weapon.
This was what he'd been waiting for.
He smashed a woman across the head with the prosthetic, he neck kicking sideways and breaking from the tremendous force. Without missing a beat the axe then went through the helmet of another trooper and deep into their skull. As the soldier's life was snuffed out, Silas yanked the body in front of him, letting the corpse absorb a trio of blaster bolts as he rushed the shooter, tossing aside his grim shield and plunging the curved blade of Little Wolf into the trooper's neck. Already Silas' armor was becoming painted with the blood of the fallen, marking him as the instrument of destruction he was in these confines.
This was his element, here within an arms reach of his foes. Here he was fury given purpose, a Mantis to the bone, a wolf to his core.
Allies: [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Dako Asturo"] | [member="Morro"] Enemies: [member="Lily Kuhn"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] Objective: Counter the Alliance. Theme: 501st Theme | Lucas King
Carlyle observed the battle with cold contempt. The ANS Liberty had been destroyed, in a rather eye catching bombardment. It would be the first. And then one by one, the remainder of the Alliance fleet was to fall beneath the great anvil known as the First Order, and the hammer of Fleet Admiral Rausgeber's stratagems. The officer observed the attack, and kept himself reserved. He took some pride in the fact that Grand Admiral Tregessar had immediately contacted him after the beginning of the offensive, to request what he had already ordered. A certain level of professional smugness washed through the droids processors. And now, they had been rewarded, with successes already.
Costly successes, Rausgeber would admit. But the end result, and means always would justify the ends. "Admiral, transmission from Captain Morro." The Comms Officer began. "She requests whether we should continue fire upon the Itsukusk, as we currently have Special Forces aboard the vessel." Rausgeber pursed the projection of his lip, and stood to attention. Evidently special forces could mean a variety of things. The First Order marshalled a number of clandlestine operatives. To the Comms officer, it would the term could refer to a Death Trooper team, an elite stormtrooper detachment, FOSB agent, anything. But Rausgeber knew what was meant. There were few bold enough to attempt that. To board a vessel carrying one third of the Alliance triumvirate. And those that were, lurked in the shadows. Silently listening and watching. Supreme Leader's eyes and ears. The Ren.
This was an interesting turn of events, if there ever was one. "Captain Morro," The Fleet Admiral began, his tone cool, and even, "The destruction of the Itsukusk, is one of our most pressing concerns." Rausgeber commanded, "Should this Operative perish within his active duty, thanks to our efficiency," He paused, "Then I consider it an acceptable loss." Rausgeber callously continued, "Do not waver." He warned her, "The Alliance will sense weakness, and will abuse it." He paused, "No quarter, destroy those who defy Supreme Leader's will."
The fleet pressed further within the fleet, continuing to split them. The dagger-class escorts now reaped havoc on Cathul Thuku's attempts to bombard the Executioner, with any missiles and torpedo based ordinance being gracefully intercepted, and detonated by the jamming frequencies. Although the turbolasers, and hypervelocity batteries may prove to be an issue for the vessel, but the Fleet Admiral retained some confidence in the Resurgent-ii's ability to defend against such reckless aggression. The corvette pack Rausgeber sent to subdue the ANS Liberty now changed course, and began to assault the ANS Axiom, darting around the vessel and delivering powerful missile barrages and torpedoes at the Axiom's weapons systems. A classic attempt to declaw the vessel. Rob it of any weapons, and influence it may have found. TIE fighter squadrons now swarmed the Conqueror and Roar, flushing out the squadrons which threatened the vessels, alongside the withering flak provided by the assisting dagger, and mukhitar corvettes.
"Commence fire on Therapy Command." Rausgeber ordered, "Order Commander Asturo to focus on the flotilla surrounding where that Star Defender was destroyed." He coolly ordered, "Add an additional caveat," The officer added, "Order the good Commander to retrieve any escape pods he can. They are assets, tools which may be used at a later date."
The Comms Officer spoke up, "And Admiral, what if the Commander cannot retrieve any of the pods sir?" He asked, voice meek and diminutive. "What if the enemy tries to intercept them?"
"No quarter." Rausgeber drily replied.
"There will be no survivors."
First Order Sixth Fleet, Battlegroup Imperator, Imperator Command
Name: FIV Reprisal Vessel Class: Supremacy-Class Star Destroyer Shields: 1600 | 1600 Hull: 1600 | 1600 Attacking: ANS Lujo
Location: Aboard the Executioner Objective: Get [member="Baiko no Kaho"] to the Engineering Allies: [member="Aryn Spar"] l [member="Silas Mantis"] l [member="Shia Kryze"] l @Kalson Calnov l [member="Baiko no Kaho"] l [member="Davon Karr"] Enemies: [member="Rolf Amsel"] l [member="Sieger Ren"] Equipment: MF-44, Westar 35 Sidearm, Beskar Knife, Crushgaunts
The entry point was cleared out, and their escape route hot and ready for evac- the Mandalorians had arrived with only one goal in mind: total destruction. Karsan pumped three shells into approaching Stormtroopers, dropping them like sacks of potatoes. He reloaded the shotgun, two shells at a time, when Silas and the rest of the Mandalorians cleaned house. He walked around their entrance area, and checked each hallway, before looking over at Silas.
"We're clear. We need a map of where we're going otherwise this will be a short and violent trip."
Karsan pulled security on a choke point, making sure that it would be extremely difficult and costly for any stormtroopers to try and flank them- for the time being.
"We get the lady to engineering, we send this thing to hell, and we get the hell off. That's my vote."
Karsan looked over at Aryn, the leader of their group, currently.
"I disagree Silas!" Shia called as she launched herself out of the hole in the side of the First Order ship and through the carnage, heading aft at the fastest speed Cin'tracinya could move her."Everyone's afraid. Fear is natural. It's what you do with the fear that counts. Make every heartbeat mean something."
She bounced off a wall and through one of the rapidly closing blast doors as alarms wailed throughout the ship, killing where someone came into range, but ignoring the majority of the unarmoured enemy. A single rocket dart flew into the inner servos of the door as she dived through, causing it to grind to a halt.
"Main access to port side ventral corridor secured - we can get to enginee... wait one." Her HUD visor identified the characteristic outline of a heavy repeating blaster setup in a defensive position with half a dozen First Order troopers just down the corridor. They'd been quick. Unfortunate fo... oh damn. She'd lost the shotgun on the Crimson Dawn.
A hail of heavy blaster bolts slammed into her crossed forearms a moment before she triggered her boosters to throw herself out of the line of fire, launching two rocket darts into one wall nearest the troops to throw off their aim. Her left arm hurt, one of the heavy weapon bolts had clearly caught a seam and one of her auto-injectors lanced into her thigh. Then she was in the middle of them, reaching down to grab the repeater blaster and haul it from it's mount with a scream of metal.
"Now I have a blaster." She commented conversationally over open speakers as the roar of the heavy repeater and the screams of the dying filled the corridor. "Ho. Ho. Ho."
Then there was only the scream of alarms. But stronger resistance would be here soon.
"Aft ventral resistance dispatched. We're good to go."
Location: Hex L-49 Allies: First Order Enemies: Galactic Alliance Objective: Board the ANS Excubitor Nearby: [member="Emilia Ravel"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] @Kiyro [member="Eralam"] [member="Dako Asturo"] [member="Sieger Ren"]
Whilst infiltration had begun on several ships, Theo knew the others could always do with a helping hand. Or at least a distraction. The battle had been raging on for a while now, and any way to quicken its end would greatly lower losses.
Rustling about inside his transport from the unusual maneuvers, he had ordered them to begin their launch soon after other transports had been launched. Their target was the ANS Excubitor, and Theo was under no illusion of the difficulty they may face. The ship was potentially the most valuable on the Galactic Alliance's side.
Glancing outside the viewport, fire from all sides could be seen getting ever so close to the other ships. Looking elsewhere, the fighting around the station seemed to be intensifying greatly.
"Hangar entry spotted" the pilot relayed to him. "Proceed at full speed." Getting enough time for allied maneuvers would be crucial.
Side Quest: Seize control of the ship engineering deck
[click me holo to hear the tunes]
It was then as while conduction a brief security sweep of the halls flanking where Jairdain and the rest of the boarding party he came aboard with were. That he happened across a small enemy squad which with great care they came to dispatch hope that in doing so. Their presence would not be found out but at any rate. Only time or fate could tell if they were successful for before the dust settled Ronin overhears one last message over the enemy com. One which the briefest of moment spark his interest at the same time bring out another possible course of action to follow in order aid their cause. That which given they were on a ship maybe hitting the engineering deck and seizing control of it or disabling it somewhat if need be would be a good idea.
And so knowing it was at best a risky move he opted to pick out from the troopers with him. A group no smaller or bigger that one squad to take and leaving the rest to dig in. He leaves them one last instruction that which was to hold their position at all cost before handing over the channel to one secure encrypted comline he knew of. To the one, he left in charge while and before he himself with the small quad move out.
Hex L-49 // The Barrini // Abroad the Interdiction Platform
Faction: First Order // [member="Zodan Osyk-Drul"]
Enemy: [member="Kira Novak"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Liuna Ondizi"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] -The Galactic Alliance, their cohorts, their mercenaries, thier friends, their loved ones, and all who oppose the First Order
. . .I see you. . .
The Ren, secretive order, pulsing, twitching fingers of Supreme Leader’s indomitable will -often took the initiative when given the simplest of tasks. They were trained to do so; trained to reinterpret the orders of their commanders to take advantage of every bit their environment could provide them. Such was the case with Racosidae: eternally grateful disciple of the cult.
She was told to remain on this station as prearranged and to project her powers outward if the need arose. Expecting little to no resistance, she was caught meditating in her quarters. Surprised by the outbreak of this massive battle, she retreated deeper into station. Rat like, the Ren stepped deeper and deeper to its core. Often she was challenged upon the way; often she was scolded to remain in her post. A glare was enough to dissuade the arguments from the more weak willed officers. The ones with a chip on their epaulets thought twice once they felt a slight squeeze upon their necks. . .
Alarms blared; loyal troopers and mighty soldiers fell to boarders. They pushed and resisted with as much ire as they could -but to no avail. The Force was a powerful instrument. The dead and dying in white First Order armor could attest to that. And yet, all hope was not lost. For little did the men and women assigned to hold this station at all cost know what darkness now pooled at its core. Their corpses served as a new conduit. Like fuel, their shrinking essence collected and surged against the natural order of life’s precious cycle.
Kill away, Loves. Murder. Indulge.
Rae was no prophet. No god. She couldn’t tell you what was coming. She couldn’t even picture what they capable of in her mind. Only that they were coming. The Force willed it.
And so she ate. She ate the dying breath. The final throe. She consumed their last wishes as though it was no different than dinner. It would of course ping her position if these invaders were guided by that immoral energy.
What was left in these cold days?
Eat. And be merry.
Now standing in the main reactor room which powered the station’s hyperdrive, Racosidae kneled before the brilliant hum. Energy continued to flood into her, sliding sickly against her graying skin as the perverse nature of this technique racked away anything left that could be called human.
Cyrus didn't even react. Buried deep in the belly of the ship in CIC, he was alarmingly indifferent to the damage that coulbe inflicted to any external control stations. Commodore Vayyrel, on the other hand, had a ship to take care of, and issued orders for aft point defense batteries to focus on the incoming munitions. He watched in silence, his thoughts all fury and malice, as the Ocean Tide locked in on the interdiction station, and continued to fire on it at close range. It wasn't solely targeting the station, its guns were now beginning to tell on the Ravager itself. Here and there turrets were disabled and the armor plating penetrated, but the weight of the fight was heavily in the favor of the larger vessel.
But it wouldn't necessarily stay that way, with the Directorate Heavy Cruisers approaching.
"Sir, kinetic weapons are having a vastly reduced effect on the enemy ship."
This Cyrus at least acknowledged, though it only fueled his rage. It was similar tech, no doubt, to the anti-concussion fields present on the new Supremacy-class Star Destroyers. Once thought to be impossible to deploy on starships, advances in reactor technology had made it happen but left such a system incredibly taxing on the power supplies. That could be exploited. Time to change tactics.
"Close the distance to the enemy destroyer, target engines and maneuvering drives. Have boarding teams prepped, fill the shuttles with spare security forces. I want 10,000 bodies on that ship as soon as possible. Have the fighters fly escort. Main batteries, open a hole in that field. Energy weapons, target defensive emplacements."
The guns on the Ravager shifted yet again. While the massive 240mm Hypervelocity Guns aimed at holes in the hull or hanger entrances, the Particle Lances and other energy weapons started to lock in and focus on any weapon turrets that could shoot down incoming assault shuttles. Externally, there seemed to be no other preparations made for boarding operations, but inside the ship every spacer who could be spared was armed and armored and sent down to the hanger. There they linked up with several regiments of Stormtroopers who would be spearheading the attack.
The Ravager was not a ship designed to initiate boarding operations, merely repel them, but it had plenty of small craft that could work for the role.
With Cyrus so focused on lone enemy destroyer it fell to Commodore Vayyrel to handle the larger engagement. She watched a separate display as the Baneblade nimbly avoided most of the impact, with the crippled enemy cruiser. It wasn't a complete dodge, even for the more agile Marauder it had simply been too sudden a maneuver, and as the aft section of the Draken pitched upwards it swatted the bottom of the Baneblade, sending the ship into something of a slow spin. The ship recovered, though not quite as quickly as it should have, and shortly after the CO reported extensive damage to his maneuvering thrusters.
But they were stuck in it now, close enough to the remaining two Drakens to deal good damage at close range, and with a massive edge in fighter and bombercraft it would tell soon enough. The question now was whether it would make enough of an impact to save the station. The station that Grand Admiral Tregessar seemed fully content to let die, consumed by the same rage that burned in him.
For now that was not a question she could answer. But she could try and save the artillery Frigates. A few snapped orders dispatched the five Bolt and two Dagger-II frigates to try and catch the mass of Liberete Gunships from the rear. Meanwhile the two Vindicator Carriers, which boasted respectable defensive suites, moved in to cover. They managed to save one of the Halberd from destruction, but that was about it. A pack of the enemy gunships, having been thwarted from making a run on the command bridge, had instead blasted the prow, disabling three of the four Particle Lances. A single desperate plea was swiftly approved by Vayyrel, and the ship began to run for it, egressing the battlefield on the shortest vector.
The other Halberd nestled between the Vindicators, still trying to take potshots at the Draken's when the chance arose, but mostly focused on staying alive. The HARM Launchers were putting in overtime.
A small alert popped up in the corner of the display screen, noting several explosions in the vicinity of hte primary bridge. Idly, Vayyrel wondered if Lieutenant Commander Koresh had gotten out in time.
Hex L-49 \\ Station Barrini
Commander: Vice Admiral Reis
In Vicinity: [member="Allyson Locke"] \\ [member="Jyoti Nooran"]
WIP
Summary of Actions
Ravager taking damage. Fire still focused on the Ocean Tide.
Marauder Cruisers, and 14 Squadrons engaging Draken cruisers. Marauders firing at close range.
Halberd Frigates 1 withdrawing at max speed. Halberd 2 is nestled between Vindicator carriers.
Bolt and Dagger's detached to engage 12 Liberete corvettes.
