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

[Ara Zambrano]

(("T'was a bee"...cursed by the double post >.>))

 

[Kyrel Ren]

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Location: Hex-L49 Aboard the Supremecy Class Star Destroyer FIV Reprisal​

Allies: [member="Robogeber"] [member="Varas Kyrel"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="HK-42"]​

Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Jax Rhane"] [member="Decker Willo"] [member="Cassius Droma"] [member="Jarck Rabsch"] [member="Roth Tillian"]​

Engaging: [member="Zanza Hijikata"] ​

Equipment: In Signature​

Objective: Protect the Fleet, Destroy Alliance Forces. ​

Ship: TIE Silencer​

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Kyrel entered into Varas's quarters, pretending as if the intense anger that he had felt only moments ago had all but faded. In truth, it hadn't and was still there of course hidden for now ready to be unleashed. When he had entered stepping slowly, he saw that she was dressed in her Ren armor, with a mask similar to his own, her appearance reminding him of what he once was when he was young. Out of the corner of his eye saw that she blushed when he had walked in, and it made him wonder why she had done so, was she that attached to him? Regardless of such things he looked at her saying emotionlessly. "It is time. Come with me." ​

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He said as he looked at her, gazing at her for only a moment, He had never thought such a day like this would come, where his daughter would come with him into battle against his most hated enemy. A smile was tugging at his lips as he thought fondly of how proud she had made him over the last few months, practicing and growing stronger every passing day with her training, that he was more than convinced that she would prove a match for the Jedi. And still sometimes when the Light did call to him, he would often regret how she came to this world, and sometimes wanted even better for her. She shouldn't have to live without a Family. Of course, these episodes only lasted briefly as Kyrel reminded himself that he still loved her regardless if she followed in his footsteps or not. But she seemed more than pleased with carrying out her Father's legacy. ​

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They walked to the hanger, alarms were blaring. Troopers and Officers, as well as TIE Pilots, were scrambling, and still, Kyrel and Varas walked calmly to the Hanger bay, taking several turbolifts down to the Hanger bay. All the while neither one spoke a word to each other feeling that silence was more than content for now. Until Varas had spoken, her voice impassive as if the words that came out of her mouth did not frighten her in the slightest, or of course didn't seem too. She spoke how on Panatha, Kyrel's own Lightsaber had given her visions... Visions of his past and the road that led to the weapon's possession in her hands. ​

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Kyrel stopped for a moment, the doors opened upon reaching the Hanger, and Kyrel stepped out of the turbolift, and then stopping again as the memories of his life came back to him. He shook his head in order to drive the memories back, as he spoke coldly. His tone spoke of how he had wished to forget such things, but on the other hand, provided a teaching tool for him to get where he is today. "Yes... It came from the Lightsaber. All of my hate and rage was poured into the Kyber Crystal that I took from Lothal years ago. Over the years that Saber has been by my side. You must have seen many memories of my past. Of the man that was Thomas Kyrel." He said as he paused as if he had the name left a bad taste in his mouth after not saying it in years. He continued. "That man was weak and so what rose from the ashes was stronger then what he was. Remember this Varas. You must kill the Past to become what you are meant to be, and if not the past holds you in chains, for if you can not break those chains and let go. Then you can never embrace you're destiny and become what you are meant to be." ​

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He said not even sounding angry but replaced with a coldness that could make the halls itself frozen with ice. They continued onward as the two TIE Silencers came into view, and for a moment Kyrel grinned. Proud of his creation, proud that at last, the Alliance would not be able to become the Masters of the Stars, this time they would know fear and tremble before the capabilities of this new weapon. He gave Varas a look before jumping up and opening the hatch. Sliding into the cockpit, he felt almost a sense of serenity as he was inside the Fighter looking through the Glasteel viewports, he had never felt such things since he was a Fighter pilot so many years ago. ​

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He turned on the Fighter's systems, checking everything from the weapons to the Life Support systems, even the new targeting computer. As the engine roared to life, the familiar screams of a TIE Fighter became like a symphony as he closed his eyes for a moment in pure bliss, putting his hands on the control yokes, he lifted the Fighter momentarily positioning it in front of the hanger, and then it finally came. Admiral Rausgeber's orders for all Fighters to launch, within moments all Fighters were scrambling out of the Hanger in a swarm. Kyrel did the same and directed the Fighter out of the Hanger. Adrenaline rushing through his veins he spoke through the comms to his daughter Varas. "Remember we must protect the fleet at any costs. All combatants must be destroyed, we cannot allow a single one to damage the fleet am I clear." ​

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He said as the Fighter moved with Varas beside him out of the Hanger, joining the swarm of TIE Fighters Kyrel could see the Alliance Fleet in front of him and grin. Fighters appearing on his targeting computer, new orders had come in over the comms of a Fighter formation heading straight for the fleet, Kyrel could see them in his sights, the fighter formation was protecting a group of bombers. None of which he could allow to harm to the fleet. He spoke to Varas again as he increased the acceleration of the new Fighter straight towards them. "I have just received news that the enemy is escorting some bombers... We must not allow them to hit the fleet." ​

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Kyrel was gunning straight towards him, itching for the kill he focused on his anger as he spotted the first few fighters in his sights, pressing the buttons on top of the control yoke, he fired a wave of bursts, the green laser blasts emerged attempting to surprise and destroy the fighters as he made his move. He had found his prey and was determined to not let them reach the fleet at any costs. The bombers would not make it he would make sure of that.​

 

[Mirax Eygan]

Location: Liberté-class Light Corvette
Objective: Meditation Training
Allies: Cedric Grayson
Enemies: Unknown



The Light Corvette was certainly one of the finest ships Mirax ever had a chance to see. In her many travels, there have been other ships; most notably transport and starfighter class vessels - but nothing quite as impressive as the Liberté. Her agility was only surpassed by her versatility, although like most vessels - she was hardly invincible. Still, the Liberté was about as safe as a ship could get for Mirax at present; with Cedric on board to provide additional protection and guidance, the young woman felt nearly invulnerable.

Nearly.

Something is off. I sense a presence that shouldn't be here.

The Lorrdian stirred, curiosity flashing in her eyes as she looked to her master for an explanation. There seemed to be none forthcoming, so Mirax moved to follow the Jedi knight's directive and took a seat across from him, her eyes closing. Focused on Cedric's instructions, she began to fall back into the state of moving meditation, nesting herself deeply in the Force. As the conflict between good and evil began to take shape in her mind, a rush of emotion flooded her - to the point of great dizziness. She could not name what she was feeling, nor could she categorize it; it was simply a raw, cleansing feeling. As her senses stretched outward, attempting to reach beyond the bridge and then the ship, Mirax felt as if she were barely afloat in a sea of the Great Unknown. Yet with every passing second, her confidence would fade, bringing about a forlorn sinking feeling.

"Something is taking shape," she said quietly, her voice tense with undisguised emotion. "I cannot tell what it is, master - but it is not good."


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[member="Cedric Grayson"]

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Location: L-49, FO flank
Allies: GA ([member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Zark"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], etc, etc)
Enemies: FO ([member="Sieger Ren"], [member="Robogeber"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], etc)
Objective: Flank enemy vessels

Destiny began to turn to the right, toward the First Order vessels. Its engines flared up as it moved forward, toward the blockade fleet.

Starfighters and bombers were prepared for combat, their pilots knowing that they would likely not make it out alive. However, their sacrifices would be made up for in the damage done to the Order. The bomb bays of the Y-wings were filled with as much explosives as could fit inside for maximal damage, and the starfighter coordinators on the command bridge began controlling fighter deployment.
Starfighters erupted from the hangar, flying toward the Order fleet. Their targets were the nearest Destroyers to their path.

At about fifty-five kilometers from the Order formations, Rick ordered the vessel to go into reverse and then turn off the engines, effectively halting the vessel.

Rick watched the starfighters fly off into the distance, disappearing into specks. Then, a blast hit a battlecruiser in the Order formation, puncturing shielding and armor. While it didn't destroy the ship, it would leave a great opportunity for the bombers.

"Tell the starfighters to change targets to the battlecruiser." Rick said to his starfighter command crew. "For Hoth!"

Little did the Mon Calamari know, the battlecruiser that Destiny's fighter compliment now headed toward contained the Supreme Leader himself.

Note: Didn't have much time on this, sorry if it's not my usual quality

Spoiler: Destiny

Shielding - 100%
Armor - 100%
Weapon Systems - 100% - Targeting: N/A
Engines - Disabled... Again.
Starfighter Compliment
Sprite-class X-Wings (12/12) - Targeting: Executioner
BTL-Y Wings (6/6) -Targeting: Executioner

Spoiler: List of actions

Informed GA defense fleet of flanking plan
Exited hyperspace
Turned toward FO vessels
Deployed starfighters (Target: Executioner)

 

[Alyson Halle]

Location: Aboard Cedric's Liberto
Allies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Lysandra"] [member="Mirax Eygan"], GA
Enemies: FO and Co.
Objective: Observe the battle.
It had been 8 years since she had been to war, 10 since she was first exposed to the galaxy in which she lived. The horrors she had seen since then, the evil, the death, the suffering. It was a burden to live with, made all the worse by her strong connection to the force. Every death around her pulled on her soul like a giant chain, but she had learned to cope. She had spent the past 8 years since the collapse of the dominion immersing herself in the force, disconnecting from reality. She had not been the same since she broke down the mental barrier between herself and the force, the giant dam, that once broken, could never be plugged. Her entire world view changed. She struggled to understand it for so long, and the collapse of the Dominion put her in a rut, she lost hold of her place in the galaxy, and the meaning of the force itself.

She could not understand how evil had persevered, seemingly so easily, it made no sense to her, she refused to believe that the force would allow that level of suffering to occur. She retreated to Merides with her portion of Dominion forces and closed herself in the Imperial Palace immersing herself fully in the force, trying to make sense of its will, or at the very least, of its reasoning, why would it create so much suffering, it made no sense to her. She spent years eating only when necessary, sleeping only when necessary, thinking only when necessary, fully immersed in the force, letting its every movement flow through her. Slowly, the full picture began to clear up.

She found what she sought, when Cedric Grayson sent an urgent request for assistance from the empress, now in her 30s. She at first decided to turn it down, but an apparition of The Lord came to her, for the first time in almost a decade, who convinced her to take up the offer.

Things dont change by sitting in a room and wallowing in your own failures, the only way things are going to get better is if you stand up and do something about it. You can choose to make things better. In my day the sith took power because the Jedi refused to stand up and stop them, they took over a large portion of the galaxy because of it. Do not make the same mistakes, do not let the light die with a flicker and the blow of the wind, put your foot down, and fan the flames.

Those were wise words.

Alyson had been meditating on them during her trip to the front, however, it was abruptly ended by the red alert sirens. She quickly stood up, already in her armor, and clipped her light saber to her belt. Quickly making her way to the bridge, the standoff had turned into a full firefight, bright lights flying across the void of space. As it started she felt the familiar blanket of positive emotion blanket over the space, it was Cedrics battle meditation, she best not bother him. However, she had a bad feeling, she couldn't nail it down, but she didn't like it.

 

[Eralam]

Allies: Alliance
Enemies: First Order(?)
Objective: Deliver the mail to Spencer ontime

https://youtu.be/nU-MTWwFV4g

The Old 97 was the pride and joy of the Hydian Way Delivery Service. The fast transport had a perfect record for making the express run from Richmond to Spencer on or ahead of time. For the locals who relied upon it for vital supplies, it was a welcome sight, and one they could set their watches by. It was virtually unarmed, sported only a couple of light blasters meant to handle navigational hazards-certainly not a threat to any sort of spacecraft, and especially not a military craft.

Some thought that being practically defenseless was a mistake, but the HWDS maintained that its speed was more than enough to let it outrun the average pirates, and so far, they had been right. Nothing short of an interdiction field could stop it, after all.

That was, of course, why Eralam and Pearl, his Shard companion, had opted to hitch a ride for the leg from Richmond to Danville. The two planets were so unimportant, they weren't even listed on any major charts, which was why the Shard Network opted to set up outposts there. Small, out of the way societies made for perfect fallback points.

At the moment, neither Eralam nor Pearl were carrying supplies for the outposts, though the Old 97 probably was. They weren't allowed into the mailroom. The HWDS was happy to have them along for security, especially since the ship was completely automated (as it turns out, the best way to keep a schedule is to eliminate the organic component), but it didn't want them rummaging through deliveries.

That was fine with Eralam. He was using the time to practice his skills on the banjo, much to Pearl's discomfort.

"Well they gave him his orders in Monroe, Virginia
Sayin' Steve, you're way behind time..."

The banjo was a challenging instrument to play for the Shard, as he had no real tactile feedback in his new body, save for when the hydraulics encountered resistance. Cutting out the normal tactile sensory inputs had sped up movement processing speed by a noticeable increment, but adjusting to the change was not an easy task. The Iron Knight had taken up the banjo as a way to improve his ability to perform delicate tasks, such as opening doors without crushing the knob or ripping them off the hinges.

For the first several days, he never even managed to get a note out. His cabin was littered with thousands of broken strings, a trend that continued until, finally, he got the hang of plucking them without snapping them.

Pearl liked it better when they snapped.

She was currently in the cockpit, trying to get as far away from the vile crimes against music being committed in the rear as possible, when the whole craft lurched violently.

"What the-" she started to exclaim, until a particularly violent jounce tossed her against a bulkhead.

"Eralam!" she shouted. "We've been yanked out of hyperspace!"

"No, really?" came the reply. "What's out there?"

"No clue, but it can't be friendly. Standby and prepare to repel boarders. Won't do us much good if they decide to blast us out of the sky, but hey, it's something to do."

 

[Samka Derith]

[SIZE=11pt]Location: Sith Meditation Sphere of the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]FIV Concordia [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]Allies: The First Order[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: The Galactic Alliance ( [member="Jairdain"] )[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]Something utterly alien was in front of her now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Samka had inspected the ship before, she knew what to do, but now the hour was upon them, it really sunk in just how… strange the technology was.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Concealed within the[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] Concordia [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]was a Sith Meditation Sphere, a relic of a bygone era. A small warship used by the Sith Empires of the past had been salvaged and, no longer able to fly on its own, refitted inside of one of the First Order’s most powerful Star Destroyers. The bizarre spacecraft resembling a human eye had been welded into what had once been a hanger bay.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Dark Side was strong here but not quite familiar enough to be comforting. The ancient vessel had a flavour of its own, something she’d only felt on Panatha or perhaps in her distant travels to Korriban years before.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Gently, she placed an open palm on the underbelly of the ship. It pulsed in response, a chill sent through the veins on her arm but she would not be deterred and answered its Dark Power with her own. The ship creaked then remained silent for a moment.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A slight delay… but it responded. Samka stepped to the side as the boarding ramp lowered to welcome her. A half smile crept onto the girl’s face as she entered.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The interior was small and just as bizarre as the outside. A short jagged hall guided her to the centre where a Sith Meditation chamber lay. It was shaded by dreary browns and dark greens. Samka sat cross legged in the middle of the chamber, immediately feeling another shudder of Dark energy as her body connected with the floor. Ahead of her a primitive holoscreen flickered into life, displaying the First Order’s fleet and a number of other ships around the area.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The coms around her crackled, the signal was poor but she identified the voice of Senior Captain Carrak. “Opening shots have been fired, the engagement has begun! We’re bringing the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Concordia [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]around to support the 6th Fleet around Triaxis.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Understood.” Nothing more needed to be said, she’d play her part now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Yet as she tried to hone in on her talents they felt… muted.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Something was wrong.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“S-Siiiiith…”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Samka frowned. A mechanical voice echoed in her head. At least it sounded mechanical… But it felt darker somehow, more in tune with the Force.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Are… you… Sith?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The ship was talking to her. Nobody had warned her about this part.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I serve the Dark Side,” she responded to the ship, lying could backfire.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You are not Sith…”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“And yet you opened for me,” the Ren replied quickly. “You know I’m worthy.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I serve… only Sith…” The machine was old, there was no doubt. It spoke slowly, it rasped its words. “Who are you?... Where is… Avicus?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Avicus DuSang. The Sith Lord who had helped design this ship for Natasi Fortan. It seemed the ship he used had a semblance of sentience remaining. Whether the Sith Lord knew it or not was another story, he hadn’t reported it to the First Order if so…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Avicus is unavailable. My name is Decitus Ren, Overlord of the Knights of Ren,” again, she didn't lie. Somehow, she knew the ship would see through it if she did.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You… are no Sith…” the machine grumbled and Sam began to feel her power draining away from her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“No…” Samka hissed. “I am ally of the Dark Lord of the Sith, [member="Darth Carnifex"], and by extension, the modern Sith Empire. Today I fight the Galactic Alliance, our mutual foe. Every enemy who dies to our forces today is a victory for the Sith! If you wish to serve the Sith, you will [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]obey me.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]There was another pause as the machine contemplated her logic. Somehow Samka knew it was accessing the state of the galaxy. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“...very well, Decitus Ren. We may combine our power to destroy the Jedi. For the Sith Empire.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]““For the First Order.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Suddenly there was clarity. Every thought was her thought and every feeling was her own. There was a small, faint giggle from the young Ren as she experienced the sheer power of the Sith Meditation Sphere for the first time.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Everything[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] was under her control. But she would give no sudden movements just yet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]First a test.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She locked onto a familiar dark presence, her long time associate, [member="Kyrel Ren"], darting through space in his Silencer, already engaging a squad of enemy bombers.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The process was… invasive, domineering but she knew the Ren would accept every advantage.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She spoke inside his head, more than a whisper but less than a ghost. “More man than machine now, Kyrel, I’m so proud.” The girl’s tone was playful, for a moment anyway. “Kill them, spare them no quarter. Between this ship and [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]our combined abilities, they're already dead. It is our destiny to succeed, brother, as it is theirs to perish.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The former cyborg’s already terrifyingly effective flying skills would be further enhanced, somehow she could feel that. Reactions grew even sharper, decisions even wiser.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Samka Derith chuckled again. This truly was power.[/SIZE]

 

[Eugen Aker]

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Location: Pantera-class Stealth Frigate "Nightshade", Sullust Orbit
Objective: Mobilize
Allies: Galactic Alliance and Friends
Opposition: First Order
Directly Opposing: TBD

Jyoti wasn't at all surprised by Admiral Quee's report of the First Order's incursion into the Alliance-held territories of the Metherian Nebula. For the avatar, it wasn't a matter of if the First Order would attack, but when.

From the SCIF within her flagship, she had initiated a holo-conference with Supreme Commander Ven of the GADF, and Secretary-General Saretti of the ISAF, a fledgling security alliance between various regional powers of the Mid and Inner Rim.

"I see the First Order took the Ruusan Accords well," she quipped. A bit of black humor always helped her take off the edge of a stressful situation. "The First Expeditionary Group is ready to assist, Commander Ven, just tell me where you need us."

"Most of our first wave was committed to engaging the largest concentration of FO units here at L4. (Triaxis)"

A holo pane showed up displaying a distribution of allied and enemy forces throughout the sector, represented by blue and red icons respectively. Enemy clusters on the map were labeled L1-L5.

"There exist four other large formations, which intelligence believes are guarding and interdictor platform like the one at L4. An analysis suggests that each station is generating their own sector-wide interdictor fields. We require additional forces to bring the other four stations down, or our efforts will count for naught at L4."

"Multiple sector-wide fields?" Saretti asked with a raised eyebrow. "Maintaining just a system-wide field is quite the feat for most. I can't believe the First Order has this kind of capability."

"What's more concerning to me is where they decided to deploy these stations, right through the southern arm of the most expansive hyper route in the galaxy.Thousands, if not tens of thousands of ships are liable to be shred apart by the different interdictor fields tugging on them before we can reroute traffic. Not to mention basic collisions."

"The distress calls are already piling up, and we can't do a single thing for them until we bring those stations down."

Jyoti cracked her knuckles as she thought on the assets on hand to deal with the First Order in the adjacent sectors. "I think I could comfortably spare three strike groups. I'm going to lead one of them with the aim of capturing a station for reverse engineering."

She looked to Saretti to give him a turn at a response. "I doubt FO aggression will end anytime soon. I can direct reinforcements your way from Corsucul, but it will be a few days before they get there."

"Excellent, thank you both."

Jyoti nodded. "However, this is just a short-term solution. Even if we prevail against them now - and that's a big if - long term we'll still need to address the fact that the First Order now has the hardware to lock down several of the largest hyper routes in the galaxy."

With a gesture, she brought up a star map, highlighting the Sanctuary Pipeline from Sullust to Endor.

"How fortunate we are to have maintainers of this artificial route residing right on Sullust. Commander Ven, would it be possible to setup additional S thread boosters to circumvent the FO controlled sections of the Hydian Way anytime soon?"

"On that, I am not certain," Ven admitted, "but I think I know who to ask."

The Mon Calamari seemed to brighten up a bit after she posed the question. There would be nothing sweeter to him than to foil the FO's schemes and render their blockade attempts nothing but a pointless and costly exercise of futility.

"Just food for thought. This isn't something I can pursue myself right now, but I'll put your office in contact with the Silver Service Corps to help explore the possibility."

"Thank you, then I'll leave you to it, General Nooran. May the Force be with you."

"And with you as well, Supreme Commander." She offered a bow of respect to Ven, and then Serreti before ending the conference.

Without skipping a beat, she made one last call before moving onto to address her commanders. A personal call to a certain plucky Corellian with an uncanny penchant for machinery.

"Hey, this is Jyoti. Call me back on a secure line. I have a job for you."

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About 20 minutes later, and she had mustered her commanders for another quick conference to giving them some directives before cutting them loose. She trusted in their abilities enough to know that she didn't need to hold their hands. Though she had a small reserve on tap to assist them if they did get into trouble. She didn't require all her forces for the personal mission she was about to undertake.

"I'm sure by now you're all aware of what's going on down south along the Hydian. Doing our part to shut down the First Order's interdictors, we'll be hitting three of the five stations suspected to be in operation. Admiral Quee, I would like you to take L1 (Hapspir), and Admiral Sko'saht to L3 (Corbolan). I will focus on L2 (Barrini). At L2, I'm going to make the attempt to capture the station intact for study."

"I'll leave it to your discretion on how you neutralize the stations, but be mindful that they are continuously drawing in ships and other objects, creating unpredictable hazards. Furthermore, all your non-HIMS equipped craft are vulnerable to these fields, and to any other traps set out by the First Order. Tread carefully."

"Colonel Valkren, please ensure that our strike teams are prepped for boarding actions. I'll detail objectives on the way there. That's all for now. Good hunting."

Commanders left the SCIF or checked out of the conference to attend to their personal units. Jyoti herself moved to the ship's armory to kit up. She had already sent her Padawan ahead to prepare so she could chat with them personally.

Quee and Sko'saht were cleared to head out as soon as they were able, but Jyoti had to wait a bit longer. SIS had contacted her about attaching an element to her battlegroup for boarding actions. The clandestine organization was just as eager as her to collect whatever info they could on this new interdiction system deployed by the First Order.

She would give them time to catch up, but if they took too long, then she would just have to leave. Time was of the essence. The livelihoods of countless sentients were now on the line and they suffered from each passing moment the blockade was allowed to stand.

(Combat fleet comp will be posted once I launch.)

Spoiler

[member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

[member="Zark"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"], [member="Dusaro Dresari"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Kira Novak"], [member="Allyson Locke"], [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Cathul Thuku"]

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[Asharad Graush]

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Hex L-49 // Space // Daisya Infiltrator
Faction: First Order: [member="Robogeber"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Sieger Ren"] // Enemies: The Galactic Alliance: [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Zark"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Rick Kaloo"] (Soon: [member="Lily Kuhn"], [member="Raph Thule"]) // Status: Full Speed Ahead.
Notable PCs in Vicinity: [member="Therran Graush"], [member="The Major"]
Also People Who Want the Pie: [member="Aryn Spar"], [member="Silas Mantis"], [member="Baiko no Kaho"]
Objective: Capture Assets.

With the apparent confirmations from his own seconds at his side, he nodded to them both, and said, "Onto the ship," his arm swinging around to point to a vessel that looked nothing like any other First Order vessel. It hailed back from the era of the One Sith Empire, and had once been the property of his father's before he had slain him and claimed his ship. Only right that the first son received all his father left behind in the world of the living.

Turning, he climbed onto the vessel, no longer waiting for his companions and what he found was the pilot waiting patiently.

"The pre-flight checks have been completed, my Lord! The ship is ready for deployment," his pilot said with a bowing of his head.

Looking out past him and through the transparisteel windows, he saw through the open shield and into space and saw the flash of ships re-entering realspace, likely wrenched due to the artificial gravity wells that were created. "Take us out," he said, and the pilot returned to his seat as he reached up to trigger the commlink in his helmet, "Captain Atrisha," he said as the repulsors kicked in on the vessel, slowly rising up above the moving troopers, moving into their own transport shuttles.

The majority of them bore jetpacks, fit for use in the confines of Space.

"Lord Graush, the Crimson Dawn speeds towards the lines of the Alliance. Shall we join the Fleet in firing?"

"Fire on one of the vessels pulled out of hyperspace. No quarter, forward momentum." He closed the line before he heard a confirmation from his subordinate. "Pilot, cloak the vessel... And straight ahead..." The Force sought to guide him somewhere, and nothing would stop him. The mission was the Supreme Commander cared for, and there hadn't been a mission that Graush had failed since enlisting within the ranks of the First Order.

Before the Infiltrator even vacated the hangar bay, it had seemingly vanished in thin air and then escaped the hangar bay, heading straight to the battle lines of the Galactic Alliance.

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On the bridge of the Crimson Dawn, the long range turbolasers had cycled to life as the Star Destroyer shoved forwards out of the battle line with the rest of the First Order line. It created no gap as it moved, it was an outlier within the fleet, and with its apparent disregard for safety, it was on a suicide mission.

And the zealots that crewed it, cared not.

Spoiler: Ship Actions

• Crimson Dawn moves towards Alliance lines as fast as it possibly can.
• Crimson Dawn is firing on the ANS Red Veil. ([member="Lily Kuhn"])

 

[Wilhelmine Dahma]

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

Enemies: [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Jairdain"] | [member="Lily Kuhn"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Aryn Teth"]
Theme: Until We Go Down

"To all First Order vessels, this is Supreme Commander Nemo Ven, Galactic Alliance Defense Fleet. You have illegally crossed the neutral zone into Alliance territory, and are now in gross violation of the terms agreed upon during the accords at Kaeshana. You will stand down immediately and set course back to Imperial space, or you will be removed by force.”

Back on the deck of the FIV Assault, Morro conversed with Commander Feskin and Second-in-Command Captain Sloan after the relayed transmission from the Galactic Alliance Defense Fleet. Over the last few punishing months they had trained for this.

There would be no turning back.

The Chiss Captain felt a surge of emotion, so rare for her that her balance was momentarily threatened. A couple of wobbly boot steps, and she’d righted herself, and once her corporeal form stood tall, so did her inner resolve courtesy of Sieger Ren’s strong Force presence, the net of his dark influence widely cast and felt among the crew of The Minotaur.

After reviewing a miniature holomap of the sector around them, pinpointing what details they had so far about civilian, merchant and military vessels, Morro remarked, “I had no idea the Hydian Way was such a popular trade route.” Perhaps a snide comment or perhaps just the nature of a Chiss, but one thing was clear - there were more unique vessels than just Alliance and normal cargo ships. This was not an ordinary day in the sleepy Sluis Sector.

And then with little warning, an Alliance ship had fired upon The Executioner and a sharp war signal blared from one of the consoles. So much for giving the First Order time to stand down, but it could be that Sieger Ren’s malevolent tentacles had reached the feeble minds of the commanders in charge of this trigger-happy war ship. The Chiss’s palms sweat under her leather gloves, causing a momentary urge to turn the ship’s temperature down just one more frigid notch, but she could not indulge her own need for cold. Not when the crew was practically shivering.

The unwavering voice of Admiral Rausgeber broke through the rising cacophony of battle planning: “Captain Morro deploy your fighters, along with ours. All commands will hold them within reserve, we will use them defensively, and once they have expended their assets, our superior pilots and tactics will destroy them.”

“Orders received, Admiral,” relayed Captain Sloan. And then her companion, far off in his own swirl of minute-by-minute updates and orders realized what Admiral Tregessar had. The fleet was directly under attack by a large Alliance warship.

“One slight change to the plan,” Morro said, diverting some of the TIEs to follow the heavy barrage of long-range turbolaser fire aimed at the Alliance ship nearby. “But otherwise proceed to plan.”

Summary of actions and Full Fleet

Spoiler

FIV Assault, FIV Minotaur and FIV Gladiator focusing fire upon ANS Incandescent Truth
Deploying 40 TIE Raptors from the 849A 'Valor' Class, Medium Frigates for defense of Admiral Rausgeber and Captain Morro’s SDs.
Deploying 24 TIE Fighters from the Boneshatter Assault Frigate into formation for follow-on attack of the ANS Incandescent Truth

Fleet
Ship Name: FIV Minotaur
Ship Class: Assimilator-Class Interdictor Star Destroyer
Shield/Hull: 1200/1200
Armament: Average
Defense: High
Speed: Moderate
Hangar: 2 Squadrons of TIE Interceptors (12 each)
Actions: Firing upon the ANS Incandescent Truth
URL: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/96951-assimilator-class-interdictor-destroyer
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/95958-first-order-tiein-interceptor/

Ship Name: FIV Assault
Ship Class: MANDATOR-X Artillery Dreadnaught
Shield/Hull: 1000/1000
Armament: High
Defense: Moderate
Speed: Low
Hangar: 2 Squadrons of TIE Fighters (12 each)
Actions: Firing upon the ANS Incandescent Truth
URL: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/118413-mandator-x-artillery-dreadnaught/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/67814-tiefo-fighter/

Ship Name: FIV Gladiator
hip Class: MANDATOR-X Artillery Dreadnaught
Shield/Hull: 1000/1000
Armament: High
Defense: Moderate
Speed: Low
Hangar: 2 squadrons of TIE Fighters (12 each)
Actions: Firing upon the ANS Incandescent Truth
URL: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/118413-mandator-x-artillery-dreadnaught/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/67814-tiefo-fighter/

Ship Name: FIV Phalanx
Ship Class: 849A 'Valor' Class, Medium Frigate
Shield/Hull: 350/350
Armament: Moderate
Defence: Average
Speed: Average
Maneuver: Average
Hangar: 2x Squadrons of TIE Raptors (8 each)
Special: Mine layers
Actions: Deployed TIEs for defense of FO SDs
URL: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/109837-medium-frigate-849a-valor-class/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/109911-tie-raptor/


Ship Name: FIV Cyclone
Ship Class: 849A 'Valor' Class, Medium Frigate
Shield/Hull: 350/350
Armament: Moderate
Defence: Average
Speed: Average
Maneuver: Average
Hangar: 2x Squadrons of TIE Raptors (8 each)
Special: Mine layers
Actions: Deployed TIEs for defense of FO SDs
URL: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/109837-medium-frigate-849a-valor-class/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/109911-tie-raptor/

Ship Name: FIV Goliath
Ship Class: 849A 'Valor' Class, Medium Frigate
Shield/Hull: 350/350
Armament: Moderate
Defence: Average
Speed: Average
Maneuver: Average
Hangar: 2x Squadrons of TIE Raptors (8 each)
Special: Mine layers
Actions: Deployed TIEs for defense of FO SDs
URL: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/109837-medium-frigate-849a-valor-class/

Ship Name: FIV Avalanche
Ship Class: 849A 'Valor' Class, Medium Frigate
Shield/Hull: 350/350
Armament: Moderate
Defence: Average
Speed: Average
Maneuver: Average
Hangar: 2x Squadrons of TIE Raptors (8 each)
Special: Mine layers
Actions: Deployed TIEs for defense of FO SDs
URL: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/109837-medium-frigate-849a-valor-class/

Ship Name: FIV Javelin
Ship Class: 849A 'Valor' Class, Medium Frigate
Shield/Hull: 350/350
Armament: Moderate
Defence: Average
Speed: Average
Maneuver: Average
Hangar: 2x Squadrons of TIE Raptors (8 each)
Special: Mine layers
Actions: Deployed TIEs for defense of FO SDs
URL: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/109837-medium-frigate-849a-valor-class/

Ship Name: FIV Genesis
Ship Class: Fortan II Corvette
Shield/Hull: 200/200
Armament: High
Defence: Average
Speed: Moderate
Manoeuvre: Average
Special: Decoy Probes
Actions: None
URL: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/108094-fortan-ii-heavy-corvette/

Ship Name: FIV Infamy
Ship Class: Fortan II Corvette
Shield/Hull: 200/200
Armament: High
Defence: Average
Speed: Moderate
Manoeuvre: Average
Special: Decoy Probes
Actions: None
URL: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/108094-fortan-ii-heavy-corvette/


Ship Name: FIV Barbarian
Ship Class: Mukhtiar-Anti Starfighter Corvette
Shield/Hull: 171/171
Armament: Low
Defence: Average
Speed: Moderate
Manoeuvre: Moderate
Hanger: N/A
Actions: None


Ship Name: FIV Nomad
Ship Class: Mukhtiar-Anti Starfighter Corvette
Shield/Hull: 171/171
Armament: Low
Defence: Average
Speed: Moderate
Manoeuvre: Moderate
Hanger: N/A
Actions: None


Ship Name: FIV Storm,
Ship Class: Mukhtiar-Anti Starfighter Corvette
Shield/Hull: 171/171
Armament: Low
Defence: Average
Speed: Moderate
Manoeuvre: Moderate
Hanger: N/A
Actions: None


Ship Name: FIV Blasphemy
Ship Class: Mukhtiar-Anti Starfighter Corvette
Shield/Hull: 171/171
Armament: Low
Defence: Average
Speed: Moderate Manoeuvre: Moderate
Hanger: N/A
Actions: None


Ship Name: FIV Revelation
Ship Class: Mukhtiar-Anti Starfighter Corvette
Shield/Hull: 171/171
Armament: Low
Defence: Average
Speed: Moderate
Manoeuvre: Moderate
Hanger: N/A
Actions: None


Ship Name: FIV Delusion
Ship Class: Boneshatter Assault Frigate
Shield/Hull: 380/380
Armament: Very High
Defence: High
Speed: Very High
Manoeuvre: Very High
Hanger: 8 TIE Fighters
Actions: Deployed TIEs to attack ANS Incandescent Truth

Ship Name: FIV Thunderbolt
Ship Class: Boneshatter Assault Frigate
Shield/Hull: 380/380
Armament: Very High
Defence: High
Speed: Very High
Manoeuvre: Very High
Hanger: 8 TIE Fighters
Actions: Deployed TIEs to attack ANS Incandescent Truth

Ship Name: FIV Dishonor
Ship Class: Boneshatter Assault Frigate
Shield/Hull: 380/380
Armament: Very High
Defence: High
Speed: Very High
Manoeuvre: Very High
Hanger: 8 TIE Fighters
Actions: Deployed TIEs to attack ANS Incandescent Truth

Ship Name: FIV Sceptre
Ship Class: Charger-class Escort Corvette
Shield/Hull: 160/160
Armament: Medium
Defence: Low
Speed: Low
Manoeuvre: Low
Hanger: N/A
Actions: Deployed TIEs to attack ANS Incandescent Truth

Ship Name: FIV Rift
Ship Class: Charger-class Escort Corvette
Shield/Hull: 160/160
Armament: Medium
Defence: Low
Speed: Low
Manoeuvre: Low
Hanger: N/A
Actions: None


Ship Name: FIV Seeker
Ship Class: Charger-class Escort Corvette
Shield/Hull: 160/160
Armament: Medium
Defence: Low Speed: Low Manoeuvre: Low
Hanger: N/A
Actions: None


Ship Name: FIV Scimitar
Ship Class: Charger-class Escort Corvette
Shield/Hull: 160/160
Armament: Medium
Defence: Low
Speed: Low
Manoeuvre: Low
Hanger: N/A
Actions: None


Ship Name: FIV Assault
Ship Class: Charger-class Escort Corvette
Shield/Hull: 160/160
Armament: Medium
Defence: Low
Speed: Low
Manoeuvre: Low
Hanger: N/A
Actions: None


Ship Name: FIV Fracture
Ship Class: Charger-class Escort Corvette
Shield/Hull: 160/160
Armament: Medium
Defence: Low
Speed: Low Manoeuvre: Low
Hanger: N/A
Actions:None

 

[Progflaw99]

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Hex L-49 \\ Ops Team Harpy \\ SJAS-AAL/FO-03 Tactical Troop Transport​

Faction: First Order \\ Enemy: Galactic Alliance \\ Status: Pre-Flight Checks​

Gear in Spoiler \\ In Vicinity: [member="Krayn Ren"]​

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As the Colonel waited his eyes tracked a lone hooded and masked figure. *A Ren.* An almost unnatural twinge of fear struck him to his core, the lasting memory of his brief encounter with [member="Samka Derith"] just as sensitive as if it were re-occuring now. He felt the pressure around his throat, an absentminded hand rising to massage the bodysuit where it sealed with his helmet. He didn't fear the Ren inherently, but what they were capable of was another matter entirely. They gave him the creeps, much like the boogeyman parents hung over their children's heads when they'd not done their chores. Jostling through the crowd he saw the other two troopers, running up quickly and barreling in, a simple air salute as they piled into the shuttle. It was returned with a curt wave and a nod, as the Ren approached however, Rolf stepped to the bottom of the ramp. A half bow before he stood tall once more.

"My Lord Ren." he paused, wondering for a split second if the person behind the mask could see his apprehension. "As Sieger Commands."​

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Motioning upwards towards the troop bay he felt the deck lurch under his feet. They were moving again. *Well, no time for Reservations Rolf, you've gotta do this now.* It was with a quiet grunt and a movement of his arm he banged on the hull of the ship as he ascended the ramp. Only a second passed before the motors began closing it behind the Colonel, who now activated his comm. Again his voice would be heard, but it was not to be a speech, nor some rallying cry meant to harness each soldier's morale - no, Rolf went to business.

:: It's boarding operations :: He said into their interior comm. :: We're being loaded out with a shield disruptor as we speak. We go in fast, hard, and in a hurry. Plasma torches in the back, oxygen tanks next to your securing straps. We've gotta be quick if we want to make it in one piece. Check your gear and get strapped in, we're closing now. ::​

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As Rolf finished, he took his XO to the side, private comms between the two activating for a moment.

:: This one's gonna be rough Mordain, we've got a whole fleet of Alliance ships out there. Target is TBD, but we're launching in two minutes. I want you to take two of mine, I'll keep the Ren with me. Spacing, twenty meters. Breach on five - make sure you bring your full kit. Don't know what we'll face once we're inside. ::​

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A quick acknowledgement was all Rolf got before he began to check his own gear. They'd be on the move soon enough. Best prepare for the fight to come.

Spoiler

1 x FO-SF Mk I Armor
1 x Vishnu Military Shield
1 x Shield Disruptor
1 x SB-U01 Wrist Datapad
1 x G-11F Blaster Rifle
1 x HG-54 Sidearm (Various Ammo Packs)
3 x Cryoban Grenades
2 x Detpacks
1 x Combat Knife

 

[St0rmSlaSh]

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

Objectvie: To the armory!​

Allies: GA and friends​

Enemies: THE FIRST ORDAH​

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Jerit was touring the ship, looking at all the personnel it seemed like it was all one big ant hole. Jerit was a bit overwhelmed but then he thought of the time on Ord Radama. He did not like those memories. All the flying body parts, the corpses... But it made Jerit experience what battle was like and that alone makes him light years ahead of some people on this stealth frigate.

He walked some more throughout the Nightshade until he got a call from his Master. He was told to head to the armory and prepare for the fight ahead. He was already briefed that the enemy, the First Order, has blockaded the entire sector with interdictors.

His objective is to assemble with a strike steam and to go on one of the stations in operation to help the Galactic Alliance shut down those destroyers. The boy was eager for the fights ahead, to prove his strength as a jedi, but was afraid of who he might encounter. He had done some light research on the enemy before. Apparently they were established after the Battle of Endor, the empire's defeat. He remembered reading about how a group of rebels destroyed the second Death Star. It amazed Jerit that a group so small can take out something so big.

The padawan was now running towards the armory, trying to have a sense of urgency for the task at hand. He wanted to make sure that his Master knew he was going to be dedicated to her teachings and that he wasn't going to be just an average Jedi. But right now, all Jerit could feel was excitement.


He had waited so long to get his custom battle armor on. It would surely help in any fight that would occur. He just hoped that he would not encounter any Sith. He felt safe though. He would be with his new master and Jerit knew of her combat abilities.

The padawan had made it to the armory finally. He saw his battle armor. It was so clean that someone would say that it has never been used. Jerit was proud to have his own piece of equipment. It made him feel special, but right now he could not linger on those feelings. He needed to stay focused.

He put on the armor and picked up his mask chip and put it just over his right ear. He picked out a pistol from the weapon rack. A DL-44 heavy blaster pistol. That would work just fine. Jerit loved holding the pistol. He got into a shooting stance and pointed the pistol. It seemed alright from what he could tell. He put the pistol on his belt and looked at his lightsaber.

Let's rid the galaxy of these thugs. Jerit thought. He waited for his master now to meet him.

[member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"]

https://youtu.be/KX11c9jTJzg​

 

[St0rmSlaSh]

(I got triple posted...)​

 

[St0rmSlaSh]

(I got triple posted...)​

 

[Allyson Locke]

Allyson had received the call, it was a call that she had a feeling would be showing up. She had said her goodbyes to Kaili on Kiara, there were several goodbyes, and it made her late. Yet she still made it within the time frame she was given. Being back up in space for the SIS was something she wanted to look forward to, but the closer to the date the more she dreaded it. It felt like deja vu and it wasn’t a good sort of deja vu. For the most part her memory had returned and she was able to remember simple things in her day to day life. Stress was gone and she was left with a more carefree existence. The rogues kept her busy, Kiara kept her busy, even Kaili kept her busy.

Still, a part of her missed this danger and so she returned. Eyes closed as she waited in the armory where she was asked to wait for her briefing. The corellian wondered if there were going to be more or if she was stuck doing a solo mission. Solo missions meant one thing and that was suicide. Couldn’t have that happening, she had promised Kaili she would come back in one piece not in five or six different boxes. The thought made her cringe and she wished she could go back to a few weeks ago, when her and the blonde had secluded themselves on a beach on Borleias.

A smile spread across her face as she thought back to the wonderful warm sun. It helped with the chill of the ship she was now housed in. A yawn escaped her lips as she continued to wait for this @Jyoti person. The woman had been a connection in SIS and if Allyson remembered correctly she was also the General the young Rogue pilot was assigned to. She now wondered if her X-Wing had made it aboard. There was a silent weep in her heart as she figured they had forgotten it because she’s terrible with paperwork. Either way, Allyson would make do.

Arms crossed and she felt her soul quiver, she was scared. The last time she was involved heavily in the war she nearly lost her life and she had lost her memory - things that couldn’t always be recovered. At least Kaili was still there and kept her sane for the most part. After her last incident, she made sure that the SIS couldn’t keep her identity hidden and made sure Kaili would know before anyone if anything had happened. No sense in the poor girl finding out second handed about her death or whatever happens to her. “Positive thinking, come on.” Allyson scolded herself under her breath. This time was going to be different, as long as she stayed away from a space station.

Remembering a little something that helped calm her nerves she reached into her pocket. It so happened that ships liked to do ship things and at times throw passengers in off balance. Because of this the small packets of glitterstim slipped from her pocket and scattered into the floor. "Feth..." Kneeling down the Rogue grabbed the two packets and shoved them into her pocket.

 

[LT-137]

Location: First Order Battleline -> No Man's Zone, and the Alliance Battleline's thereafter.
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"].
Equipment: See Thyrsian Sun Guards NPC Entry.
Complement: Two Phaethon-Class Assault Transport's, Fourty Thysian Sun Guards (One Legion.)

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On the distant world of Corellia, the man who bore the name of Thaneo Dorn was once considered to be a man of repute amongst his comrades within the Corellian Security Force, or more colloquially known as CorSec. His reputation was earned amongst the streets as a member of the prestigious Special Operations Division and further driven into the annals of history as a skilled pilot - who managed to escape the cataclysmic destruction of his homeworld. In the years that followed such a traumatizing event, the former CorSec Officer had found his services as a pilot employed time and time again by those he had once hunted in the name of the law. Though it grated his nerves raw, the man had to eat and needed to keep his ship flying. That was when his new commander had found him, on the verge of losing everything after a pirate raid had torn his ship asunder and left him for dead. As the light began to fade from his eyes, and as the frigid talons of death clawed at his broken form, the man he would come to call his brother came out from the darkness.

Shining.

Shimmering.​

Splendid.

He was pulled back from the abyss that claimed the lives of so many, and his world thereafter. The Corellian was denied a pitiful death, and given the chance to live again. Once his body had been restored, and sanity returned to his broken mind, Thaneo pledged his services to his saviours - in the hopes they could give him back what was forcibly taken. A future. Thus, did the Corellian find himself inducted into the ranks of the Golden Company, and reforged anew into a Stellar Legionnaire. Throughout his tenure in service to Tribune Amon, Legionnaire Dorn had proved his worth on multiple occasions, often acting as his unit’s salvation when things became dire. With his past rifling through his mind, as his fingers gingerly guided the directional nacelles of the dropship, Thaneo couldn’t help but smile. The Golden Company had done more than give him a purpose… they gave him an intoxicating bond of brotherhood. Well, at least the camaraderie expected amongst a band of golden sellswords. It was something he had never realized that he craved after Corellia’s fall, something for his nigh-fragile soul to latch onto. So that the fires of hope may once again be rekindled.

Tilting the nimble transport upon its planar axis as the dropship reached the rendezvous coordinates, Thaneo’s mind cleared. He couldn’t afford to ruin his commander’s big break, nor could he stomach the very notion of embarrassing the Legion by allowing his flaws to take centre stage. Slowly extinguishing the ionic fire that burned within his vessels engines, the Pilot dutifully cast his gaze across the vast canvas of bespeckled night before him. Through the thin, armoured viewport, he could see the splendour of the First Imperial Navy arrayed against the ragtag line of Alliance vessels, holding station in a dishevelled formation. It was a shame to see such a mighty fighting force that had ended the reign of the One Sith, brought low by the horrors of time and complacency. Nevertheless, his thoughts mattered little in the end, as they were hired to escort their Security Bureau Handlers towards their destination and assassinate a proverbial thorn in the Order’s side. With his mind once again clear, the former CorSec Officer tore his gaze away from the building tension and found that the shadow-cloaked Imperial had stormed her way into the cockpit.

Narrowing his eyes, Thaneo parted his lips to protest… Only to catch his tongue mid-syllable when his eyes caught sight of Tribune Amon standing just beyond the retracted portal.

Khonsu watched with vague interest as Agent Ravel had toyed with his vessel’s communication equipment, and sparsely could recall what she had said when she turned the hyperspace transceiver about in her grasp. It was far from important when compared to the sight that was now smeared across the dropship’s narrow viewport that had drawn the Agent’s gaze as well. His dark, glittering eyes danced across the escalating battlefield. Watching as more and more forces from both sides pour onto the newly erected battleline. The pawns had gathered, and now the calm before the storm had started to ebb. He could see the personified anxiety in the way that both the armed forces of the Order and their ragtag foes within the Alliance had displayed. The way they jostled amongst one another for planar position, and how their massive batteries aligned with projected paths. It was a tinderbox, waiting for the spark that would ignite the fires of war once more. The Sun Guard couldn’t believe what he was seeing, nor could he ever imagine what happened next to ever transpire.

It seemed the Alliance had grown impatient with the First Order, allowing their reckless nature to gain the better of them and act accordingly. A vessel in the distance had elected to reignite the War by pre-emptively lashing out at one of the Order’s massive battlecruisers. Though the beam was bright and had seared several of Khonsu’s nerves with its blinding ferocity, it seemed the friendly warship had weathered the storm. In the seconds that followed, as madness gripped the sector like a choking shroud, the battle began in earnest. What was once a sea of stars became a kaleidoscopic danse macabre, illuminated by beams of coruscating lightning. Without warning, the sound of reignited engines roared throughout the cargo hold and caught the Tribune entirely by surprise when the craft had violently descended to another tactical plane. A golden gauntlet snatched at the bulkhead, nearly denting the frame in the process, as Khonsu fought for purchase. As his fingers curled around the portal’s retracted housing, the Sun Guard righted himself - and cursed in the Thyrsian tongue.

“Some warning next time would be nice.” The Tribune grunted.

“Apologies, Tribune!” Thaneo said, casting his voice over his shoulder but never once taking his eyes of the ensuing battle now taking place before him. “That would’ve fried us had we remained stationary.” Without wasting a moment, the pilot returned back to stabilizing the dropship’s radical descent and went about spot-checking his systems. “We’re good,” The man said after some small measure of time had passed. “All systems are green. Our sister ship is safe as well!”

Before he was able to respond or inquire if the Imperial had bruised her ego, there was something that began gnawing at the back of his mind. At first, Khonsu wasn’t able to determine what it was, but it grew with alarming pace. It began as a grating whisper, where the words that would soon reveal themselves were shouted at the beholder through a veil of rushing water. Over time, it grew louder and louder, until the words could be heard as if they were spoken from the mouth of a slumbering lover.

<< Kill… them… all... >>​

As the Sun Guard was able to finally comprehend the words that were spoken by this distant voice, reality snapped back into place, drawing him from the depths of his subconscious mind and slamming him down into the present. A subtle warning beacon pulsed at the edges of his combat visor, signalling the Tribune that their target had finally made her appearance. The ship was instantly recognizable, due to the simple fact that it had been seen on multiple fronts of the previous campaign, where the Order and Alliance forces clashed against one another for meagre territorial scraps. Though the delivery method may have been different, the Sun Guard knew full well that the pulse of the Excubitor’s arrival had caught his Imperial Attache’s eye too.

“Finally,” Khonsu whispered across his unit’s localized battlenet, “Our prey has arrived.” ​

Without waiting for the order to be given, the Pilot throttled his engines to maximum burn and threw the merry band of mercenaries into the fray. They could not allow their foe to slip through their fingers, let alone escape should the battlecruiser sustain irreparable damage in the escalating firefight. Thus, the two dropships dove further down the tactical plane and submerged themselves far beneath the two ever-growing lines of battle. Though their foe was surrounded upon all sides by hostile craft, Khonsu felt compelled to believe in their chances. That they were to be successful in weaving through the incoming enemy fire and make a beeline for the enemy capital ship with little resistance. It was a dangerous thing to embrace this newfound confidence, and the Sun Guard knew all too well the cost of adhering to one’s pride.

As he narrowed his eyes, watching the forward viewport fill with the sight of distant Alliance battleships, the Tribune had hoped this ethereal resolve wouldn’t leave him hollow in his time of need…

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

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Space Operations Center, Union-class Assault/Colony Carrier Ocean Tide, somewhere near the L-49 Hex
Objective: Prepare to attack Station Hapspir and its defending forces
Allies: Galactic Alliance & friends [member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Mirax Eygan"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Enemies: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | First Order

Royce and Hopkins strolled around the holographic simulation of the space around L-49, noting staging points and massing forces of both the First Order and the Galactic Alliance and its allies. Information pooled not only from his scouts, allied forces, and open-source reports had begun to paint a detailed picture of a monumental blockade with which the First Order had forced a war upon the Alliance. It seemed that the minefields that they discovered were simultaneously appearing and disappearing across the map: as each minefield was carefully cleared by a military warship or activated by hapless civilian shipping, it disappeared, but only to reveal another set of mines placed further along the route. Or it at least seemed that way until the permanent gravity wells had appeared. But the permanence of their gravity wells revealed something else: their location. Gir toggled his headset comlink.

"Status of our maneuver to take us above the galactic disk?"

The singsong voice of his navigator came back strong, "We've cleared 15% of the disk's plane."

"Thank you," said Gir, deactivating the channel.

He turned his gaze back to the holographic simulation of L-49 as he approached Royce and Hopkins as both men chattered standing next to one of the larger artificial gravity signatures on the map. His eyes watched as two blue dots floated across the floor, slowly approached the gravity well signature. Gir gestured at the dots.

"You've dispatched two of the Sowas to this point?"

Hopkins nodded, "All of the other areas have allied eyes on the other mass shadow origin points. This is the last unknown area."

Gir briefly glanced around the simulation, noting the massive build-up of fleets by both sides at one of the point. That may be the decisive immediate battle...but that may or may not decide if the blockade is a success. If they hold that one point, but all of the other areas fail, the blockade is broken...no...even if they hold two points, it will still fail as ships simply navigate around them. He turned his attention back to the other two gentlemen present.

"And no allied forces inbound there yet," said Gir, sweeping his gaze across the map, "we must have picked the luckiest straw."

"You've found enough to make this work, right?" asked Royce, "I'm sorry we can't spare more...but our ships are now having to clear the minefields and rescue those who've been caught up in the traps."

"They have their jobs to do," said Gir, "I understand. Others have come as well."

He had indeed managed to gather some disparate forces together. Heavy cruisers from his company's operations headed towards Skor II, light corvettes from the local sector rangers, artillery cruisers from a Silver Jedi task force, and a handful of other Directorate warships. It was a motley group that had limited experience working with each other, let alone as a single multinational group. Yet there was enough standardization and understanding of each other's operations that Gir would gamble that they could at least throw up respectable fight against the invaders. If nothing else, all shared the same desire to throw out the invaders, even if it meant risking their lives and properties. There was hope in unity.

"I have heard word that there is a group of Jedi nearby," said Gir, "we will wait for their arrival before we depart."

Nepo's source of source who had managed to connect them with [member="Cedric Grayson"] had been a godsend. Gir had seen jedi fight before, and while impressive fighters, Gir considered their presence alone to be worth at least triple their weight in aurodium.

Hopkins sagely nodded, "A force multiplier. Is there one among them that knows battle meditation? If the stories are believed, we may stand a chance even against the strongest of their vessels..."

"I don't know," admitted Gir, "we will find out their abilities when they get here. Let's focus on now. What's the status of the drones?"

"They'll be arriving on scene in three minutes," reported Hopkins.

"Good," said the blonde man, gesturing to the coalescing group of starships that was their impromptu battle group, "from our position relatively north of the galactic disk, we will be clear of many of the naturally occurring mass shadows, and most of the minefields as well. We'll lead an initial vanguard with Drake at the helm, and once the path is cleared, the rest of the ships will follow."

"That's a bit of a gamble," said Royce, crossing his arms, "you really think the Tide and a few other ships can hold up until the other ships arrive."

"We can at least take a few of them with us..."

Impromptu Battle Group Ocean Tide

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Union-class Assault/Colony Carrier Ocean Tide
Tercel-class Heavy Cruiser Black Sword
Tercel-class Heavy Cruiser White Mantle
Tercel-class Heavy Cruiser Green Lance
Draken-class Artillery Cruiser Falling Star
Draken-class Artillery Cruiser Starstruck
Draken-class Artillery Cruiser Spectral Scimitar
Protector-class Frigate Fleur de Lys
Protector-class Frigate Rodolphe
Protector-class Frigate Cheval Marin
Protector-class Frigate Flamand
Circinius-class Bulk Corvette Pilgrim
Circinius-class Bulk Corvette Chronos
Circinius-class Bulk Corvette Hannibal
Circinius-class Bulk Corvette Knossos

Directorate / Law Enforcement Task Force
Liberté-class Light Corvette Red One
Liberté-class Light Corvette Red Two
Liberté-class Light Corvette Red Three
Liberté-class Light Corvette Red Four
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue One
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue Two
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue Three
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue Four
Liberté-class Light Corvette Gold One
Liberté-class Light Corvette Gold Two
Liberté-class Light Corvette Gold Three
Liberté-class Light Corvette Gold Four

Summary of Actions

Spoiler

-Two Sowa-class Drones approach Station Hapshir from opposite sides to perform recon
-Battle Group Tide positioned above galactic disc to make a quicker jump towards Station Hapshir
-[member="Cedric Grayson"] and his companions contacted to make rendezvous with the battle group
-Battle Group Ocean Tide splits into two groups in preparation to jump to Hapshir Station, with the vanguard element led by the Ocean Tide under the direction of the Navigational AI Drake to maximize jump speed and efficiency.

 

[Liuna]

Location:Pantera-class Stealth Frigate "Nightshade", Sullust Orbit
Objective: Mobilize
Allies: Galactic Alliance and Friends - [member="Allyson Locke"] (Currently with: [member="Jyoti Nooran"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Dusaro Dresari"], [member="Jerit Kolomor"])
Opposition: First Order
Directly Opposing: TBD
Equipment coming in next post.

An officer swept onto the room and whispered into Liuna’s ear. General Nooran was calling her officers in for a briefing shortly. She knitted gloved hand together below her chin, something was definitely happening. Her dark eyes narrowed at the console before her, but blinked at the sound of a familiar voice. It was Dusaro – a Jedi and mercenary that she’d recently gotten to know on a mission to Alrakis.

“Hey there, merc man.” She returned, “Listen – why don’t you make your way to the secret meeting room. I’ll see you there.”

Sure, secret meeting room was not the standard term. But it was much easier to say than “Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility.” As she swiveled in her seat, she turned to see the armored form of Colonel Calderon in the doorway. Dressed as he was, the man was quite the sight. Liuna raised a hand slightly as he looked for an answer, and she stood up from her chair. The Mirialan offered the Colonel a nod, and had to look up to meet his eyes.

“We’re about to find out,” She said, and then quickly added “Sir. From what I gather, the First Order forces have mustered up a blockade.”

Even though she was not part of the rangers, for some reason, it only seemed right to address him formally. Perhaps it was the fact that his presence carried a great deal of authority. Stepping around him, she motioned for the Colonel to follow. The two swept down the corridors to the SCIF, where General Nooran was waiting. Liuna found a quiet spot against the wall, where she was out of sight and out of the way.

The Shadow listened as the General laid out her plan, and a brow arched with interest when she heard about boarding action at L2. This would be her first experience with the First Order, she wondered if their forces were as skilled as she heard they were. Well, she supposed that she was about to find out. A slow smirk formed on her face.

As the meeting drew to a close, she crossed her arms.

“I’ll be there when we’re ready,” She assured the others, “Just gotta see to my equipment.”

 

[Kiyron]

GA Friends: [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Other: [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Emilia Ravel"] [member="Xenro"] [member="Connor Harrison"]
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Kiyron swayed on his feet as the ship came out of hyperspace. Already, alarms were going off and a message was broadcast through the fleet. An inspirational pre-battle speech, by the sound of it. The man was only half-listening. He had bigger concerns that would arise and he had given too many speeches to allow them to affect his body at this point.

He clenched his fists and listened to the sound of the servos whining in his cybernetics. The equipment had already been laid out on the bunk and he began strapping them on, first the eukar'gam armor and his weapons. He considered this for a moment. The different rounds of ammunition could be useful, but he doubted that it would be necessary for anti-armor rounds. Plus, being on a ship made those more dangerous than truly necessary. He left those behind, but kept the explosive and incendiary rounds. He kept the sniper rifle. While unlikely to need such long range, it was always helpful to have such a silent weapon. Both the heavy blasters and the sonic pistols. Some instinct was telling him that they would be useful.

But then, they always were. With that, he turned and strode from the small quarters and stalked down the hallway, brushing past the sailors and marines as they hurried about their business, until he wound his way to the bridge.

His identification card gained him access and he strode aboard, still holding the id card out.

"Colonel, SIS. Here for shipboard security. I need access to onboard security information."

 

[Madelyn Lowe]

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Location: En Route to Excubitor
Primary Objective: Assassinate Admiral [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Secondary Objective: Capture GA personnel, sabotage Procurator.
Allies: First Order, The Golden Company, [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Enemies: Cathul Thukuhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/12255-cathul-thuku/
Equipment: See signature + G-11F

Aboard the FIV Tortuga, Officer Anton Orsk looked at his display, dumbfounded for a moment, before coming to his senses and yelling to his crew. "EMR spike from that Alliance ship. They're firing!" A moment later, a blinding jet of particles erupted from one of the enemy ships. It was proton beam, a devastating weapon usually only seen on the largest and most formidable of naval vessels.

"Brace!" He yelled, watching as the powerful weapon swept across the ships gathered around Station Triaxus. As it began to cut into the FIV Executioner, he saw that it was headed right for them, and slammed the throttle into full power, pulling the yoke as close to his chest as it'd go. As the beam drew closer he knew he wouldn't make it, in a last ditch effort to avoid destruction, he threw the controls right. The steep banking turn rocked each of the officers in their chairs, and sent equipment flying across the small space. It worked, though. The beam narrowly missed the vessel, just barely avoiding an impact with the underside of the ship. It was such a close call that the beam tripped the ship's circuit breakers, and in the moments after the weapon passed, the FIV Tortuga drifted in the dark.

Resetting the breakers, Orsk wasted no time getting his systems back online. The weapon had inadvertently disabled their cloaking, but that wasn't his first priority. He picked up his transmitter, first he had to check that Ravel's team had survived.

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Still staring out of the window, Emilia's eyes widened in shock as one of the Alliance vessels suddenly shattered the delicate balance, sending a wide beam of energised particles screaming across the First Order's fleet. She looked on in horror as the shields on the FIV Executioner burst with a crackle of energy, and a bright explosion tore across the ship's starboard hanger, sending a cloud of debris and bodies into the void of space. The beam didn't stop, continuing its path past the Executioner and sweeping towards them. As it did, madness erupted from the First Order fleet, a flurry of shots descending upon the Alliance ships. The proton beam continued to move, narrowly missing the cloaked Tortuga, and arcing towards their ship.

Emilia shrieked as it approached, but the pilot swerved at the last moment, the beam sweeping harmlessly overhead. Emilia, on the other hand, was tossed at force into the bulkhead, her armour impacting heavily against the reinforced metal. She rose to her knees, dazed for a moment, and got up, giving the pilot a dirty look as the mercenary leader chewed him out. She felt a great tide of anger flare up inside her. A fire of rage fuelled by some unknown force. How dare they. Them with their constant claims of moral superiority, firing the first shot. It was an insult, and they had no idea what they were in for.

:: "FIV Tortuga to Bureau Chief Ravel, we're unscathed, did you take a hit?" ::

Blinking, she walked over to the console.

:: "We're fine Tortuga. All systems operational." ::

She turned to [member="Khonsu Amon"], ready to face his derision at her ungraceful fall, but he wasn't looking at her. Instead, he was focusing intently in the battle outside. She followed his gaze, up and over the First Orders blockade, next to the Red Fleet, where coronal flashes marked the arrival of new alliance ships. Her breath caught in her throat as the ANS Excubitor emerged from hyperspace. "She's here." She whispered. A moment later, the radio piped up again, the crew of the Tortuga dutifully reporting the arrival of Therapy Command into the system.

All of a sudden she felt the gunship begin to accelerate, wasting no time in heading to the enemy ship. This time she barely managed to steady herself as the craft leapt into the battle. Cathul was here, and it was time to go meet her.