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

Gir Quee · Dec 8, 2017

Location: Space Operations Center, Union-class Assault/Colony Carrier Ocean Tide, upper reaches of the Thin Disk
Objective: Move 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

"What are we looking at?"

The three officers huddled around a holo-projector which displayed composite live feed from the deployed Sowa-class Drones. Gir could easily make out a massive wedge which appeared to be a Darr Itah-class Battlecruiser to his eyes, as well as a host of other smaller warships and defense craft. It was an impressive looking force, but he could not see any ships within those squadrons that were capable of generating such significant gravity wells. But the Sowa could, using its sensors to overlay a murky, blackish region of space. Gir fiddled with the controls, attempting to zoom in on the mystery object.

"Well, there's definitely something there," muttered Gir, "it has a gravitational mass reading that's quite large. At least that of an old Imperator-class Star Destroyer...maybe even more than that. It's hard to say."

"A cloaked star destroyer?" questioned Royce.

"Possible," said Gir, "though the power needed to run both a cloaking device and an interdiction field this large would be astronomical I'd imagine. No, I think that we're dealing with something that is using some sort of passive stealth features, maybe nutorium or reflec. And whatever it is probably isn't too great of a fighter, given that they've deployed such a large defense force around it. I can't imagine that they have too many Darr Itah's laying around. So it also must be pretty valuable, whatever it is."

"So we're attacking an unknown object?"

"We're attacking an object that we can make educated guesses about," said Gir, rocking back on his heels to turn his attention to star-map that occupied the rest of the dark room, "but it means nothing if we don't get there."

The other two men followed suit as they departed away from the projector and towards a cluster of almost miniscule white and gray specks. As they neared the cluster, they could just make out the Ocean Tide, whose representation was about the size of Gir's hand. Looking down from its location in the upper reaches of the thin disk towards their target, it almost seemed ludicrously small on the celestial scale; faintly reminding Gir of when he looked up at the night sky as a kid. What was it that Salmakk used to say? Even the smallest pebbles can make great ripples? Gir dismissed the mon calamari aphorism from his mind as he focused on the present.

"We're currently located on the upper reaches of the thin disk, almost on edge of the near empty 'thick' disk," said Gir, "from our vantage point here, we should encounter the fewest possible naturally occurring mass shadows on our way down towards the target. Most of their interdictor technology appears to be focusing on known hyperspace routes, which is level at the disk's midline, along with most of the known routes and the galaxy's population centers."

"And what if it's not?"

Gir's eyes scanned the room, looking for a presence. But he found it not.

"Drake, show yourself."

Light coalesced to form a life-sized avatar of a givin dressed in simple black robes. It seemed a ghoulish sight at first between the bony exterior of the givin's head and the dark surroundings, more suited for a horror holo than a high-tech navigational room. The uninitiated may have even mistaken the visage as a Sith Lord. But the reality was less fearsome and more annoying. The visage promptly offered an abbreviated half-bow as the start of its greeting process.

"In the equation 11w + 7 = 128, what is the value of 'w'?"

Gir briefly blinked as he mentally juggled the numbers. As much as he delighted in the possiblities granted by the Givin-based programming, he barely tolerated its inherent social quirks.

"Eleven."

"That was an easy equation."

"It was," admitted Gir, who was all too quick to change the subject, "tell Captain Royce here about our planned route."

"There are three known, naturally mass shadows on our route, with the last one being discovered over five hundred years before the Battle of Yavin. Based on information from our allies, our own reconnaissance, and open-sources, there are an additional three mass shadows that appear on our route, with the largest originating around our destination. I will not be able to take us close it without utilizing the HIMS."

Royce frowned, "Not all of our ships have HIMS. Those mines or fields could cause some real problems for them."

"No," said Gir, "they don't. But by trailblazing ahead of them, we'll be able to set off the mines and run through using the HIMS, thus clearing a path for them to follow."

"Except for the last interdiction field," quipped the artificial intelligence.

"That is the hard part," said Gir, "we won't be able to arrive as a single cohesive unit, but I think we can lead a steady line in. Not ideal, but we'll have to make do with what we have. I have a new order for you, Drake. I want our reversion as close as possible to that sensor anomaly. Put us between it and that battle cruiser, if at all possible."

"Understood."

"Good, take the fleet to hyperspace."

With that, Gir felt a slight shift under his feet as the gravitational compensators reacted to the sudden change in the ship's inertia. Looking up at the cluster of holographic ships, Gir saw a small group of vessels leap out with the Tide into hyperspace, their drives synced and seamlessly coordinated by Drake as they traversed the void to their fate. The remaining vessels gradually fell in behind the vanguard, as they cautiously traveled the route being blazed by their artificial idiot savant navigator. Minutes passed as the Tide tortuously weaved in and around the mass shadows under Drake's almost unparalleled guidance. Still, Gir thought that he could feel a slight tug through the floor as they rounded past a lifeless gas giant on their final approach towards Hapspir station. A gradual hum and faintly noticeably tremor grew as they entered the mass shadow generated by the Keeper-class Station. It gradually grew, causing reverberations throughout the ships that culminated in a violent shudder that knocked him onto the cold metal floor amid several shouts and cries of surprise and panic.

He felt a sharp stabbing sensation on his knees which in turn gave way to a dull throb as he slowly rose from the deck, focusing a holo-graphic star. But the stars around him soon disappeared as the star-map gave way to live footage of the space around them as seen by the ship's visual sensors. Soft blue lines began to highlight nearby artificial objects and data-streams began to populate around them as new sensor data pulled in. At a glance, Gir could see that they had fallen short of their destination: they weren't between the apparent Darr Itar battlecruiser and the unusual station, but they were very close. The ship's highly trained gunnery crews began to light the space around them, with one side of the vessel raking the unknown black object with almost a third of the ship's firepower while the other side focused on the battlecruiser. Squadrons of Cyclone Bombers and Typhoon starfighters poured out of the ship's hangar bays, with the swarm immediately surging towards the station. Gir doubted that they would be able to crack it in the first blow, but it would give them a better understanding of the station and what it is was. Gir steadied on the railing of a holo-projector as he stood on his feet again.

A quick glance around the room told him that the fleet was in disarray. The interdiction field had been stronger than Drake had calculated. While the Drakken Artillery Cruisers had been able to coast into the area and immediately move to flank the station from a distance thanks to their HIMS, the other ship's reversions had been rough and uncoordinated. A trail of haphazardly grouped warships lingered in the Tide's wake, some of which were many kilometers away from the Tide's stern. Gir guessed that most of them had experienced similarly rough reversions. It would take a minute or two for them to fully get back to action, but Gir guessed that the First Order was not likely expecting their presence at either. Well, aside from the Tide and the Drakkens, we may have lost our element of surprise...but it's not over yet. Gir began to rapidly type in orders into the holo-projector's console, relaying a series of instructions to reform the motley group of ships into mixed lines and squadrons, even as Hopkins began to coordinate the actions of the Tide's departments. He paid little attention to the man's management as he focused on regrouping the fleet, but two phrases pointedly stood out to him: Charge the proton beams and spool up the frequency jammer.

Impromptu Battle Group Ocean Tide

Summary of Actions

-Gir and others speculate on the Haphsir station's nature and their route to it
-Battle Group Ocean Tide travels to the site of the Hapshir Station under Drake's guidance
-Unexpectedly strong interdiction field causes battle group to lose cohesion, with the Tide reverting close to station on a route projected to take it between Cyrus's flagship and the station itself, and most of the other ships spread out in a disorganized fashion behind it.
-The three Drakken Artillery Cruisers execute their reversion in order, and move to flank the station on the side furthest from the Ravager. They begin to execute long-range fire with hypervelocity cannons and railguns.
-Roughly a third of the Tide's weapons fire on the station, while other weapons focus on the Ravager
-Tide charges its twin proton beam cannons
-Tide activates its frequency jammer to selective jam FO strikecraft channels
-Six squadrons of Cyclone Bomber and four Typhoon starfighter squadrons launch from the Tide to make an attack run on Hapshir station
-Gir begins to reorganize and reform the fleet

Decker Willo · Dec 8, 2017

Location: Hex L-49
Objective: Support against FO bombers
Allies: GA forces
Enemies: FO Forces
Ships: Mynock Squadron
Mynock Rock

The battle had begun. Decker and his four-fighter group flew in near Alliance ships, keeping an eye out for any First Order bombers. Once he tuned in to the channel of Galactic Alliance, it was filled with chatter. He was suddenly overcome, so many voices. Once more, the strange calmness washed over him. It allowed him to focus, search out the voices that he needed to listen for. It was still rather difficult still. He found a few locations, pointing out incoming bombers. "Mynock 2, Mynock 3 and Mynock 4, follow me in." They made a sharp turn in the first target direction. A squadron of bombers heading for a Galactic Alliance ship. "There, see them?" He got confirmation from the other Mynocks. This was their first target of the day.

Decker planned to hit them from above, at an angle. He fired the X-Wings laser cannons down at them, clipping wings and hitting cockpits. He didn't manage to take them all, about half making it by. But in his mind, it was enough. For the first run. "Let's go in for a second run, they aren't escaping us that easily." He swung around, lining up for a second run to deal with the bombers for good. He didn't hear anyone of Mynock getting shot down. But it was only a matter of time before the first would go down...

Bryce Bantam · Dec 8, 2017

#StillTeamAlliance

Location: “Docked” in the FIV Executioner / “Zero” Charon-Class Corvette

Primary mission: Getting ready to make contact with a pissed off Ren

Allied: [member="Halron Corr"] - Hopefully?

Dance partners: [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Elensa Jari"]

Awesome 80’s invasion mix - Hello?

Ara Zambrano said:
This one is mine.

So much anger, had she learned nothing? It was a rhetorical question as the answer did matter. Bryce had crashed his ship into her’s? Well maybe one she was on? Either way he knew Ara well enough to understand this was an affront of the worse kind. One she would be sworn to avenge, but at what cost?

There was a shadow that surround them as well, a powerful dark master on this ship. An old mavelant power he had only experienced one other time. At the creation of Zero…

“Felicity, status please.” Bryce asked turning his attention to his second.

“Main power us stable, shields are down, starboard wing took a direct hit, ion cannons on that wing are offline as well as the ion thruster. All others weapons are online thankfully but we have multiple hill breaches, atmosphere is venting, hyper-drive is down.” Felicity said.

Bryce knew all this already. Linked with the ship he knew it before Felicity did. It still help for the others to know how they had faired and how serious this situation was...

“Feth Bryce, that is a whole lot of guns trained on us.” Anglica said looking out of the window.

Bryce engaged the sensors on Zero and confirmed, a lot of guns. He began to scan for Ara also but he strangely did not find her. She had to be somewhat close for him to have intercepted her.He reached out into the dark force that surrounded him looking for her but he could not sense her. Instead he suddenly came into contact with a powerful mind, so powerful. Shadows whirled around him like the winds of a hurricane. They met in the minds eye of the force, their link made possible by Bryce and his unique gifts. Before Bryce ended the connection he send a singular thought to the man [member="Sieger Ren"].

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

It was a strong thought, but one filled with understanding. The dark master would see it was a thought that did not have the fear and hate of the dark side as a Jedi, not the lust or envy of the sith. It would feel different, almost neutral and calm as the vast void beyond. How the great master would take the message was up to him, but for now Bryce had other things to worry about.

“If this is going to be a fight, be ready for my signal. I’m keying in a list of targets into the firing system, follow it to the letter if I tell you to.” Bryce said to Felicity after completing his calculations.

Turing to the three Zeltons on the bridge Bryce had lost the usual smile from his face. The reality of the moment was now sinking in and he needed to address it.

“This is no longer a matter of escape, but one of survival. I need to go out there. I may be able to barter for your lives, all of them. But I may not be coming back, accept this, understand that this is my duty, my burdon. Follow my orders without question, and if you make it out have no guilt over my life. I have lived more than many, better than most. I do this for you, honor me by allowing it.” Bryce said.

He gave each a forced smile and left the room in silence. As he walked down the corridor he heard Felicity naturally take command, begin barking out orders to the others. They were in good hands…

Reaching back out with his mind he made contact with Zero, opening a signal on short range that was played on all common frequencies. “I’m coming out” is all he said. He knew those listening would understand.

Finally he opened up the ships internal comms, “All crew, begin repairs but arm yourselves for possible boarding action. If they come give no quarter, for none will be offered… Halron, I know you can here me. A wise man once said, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Today the First Order may choose to be. Meet me at the landing ramp, we will meet them together.”

Bryce turned the corner and walked into the armory. Quickly he donned a set of battle armor, one that was sealed and could protect him in a vacuum. He also grabbed a KUT-42 and a Thunderclap which he slug it over his shoulder only after wrapping his red jacket around his shoulders. With what he needed he briskly walked to the base of the ship, to me Harlon, and the First Order.

Tiland Kortun · Dec 8, 2017

[member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Mirax Eygan"] @Alyson Hayle
[member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Samka Derith"]
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Tiland frowned as the silent cataclysm showed itself before him. Countless deaths rippled through the Force and it was all he could do to suppress a grimace. They sought to use battle meditation, which was something that Tiland had never studied. But meditation, that he understood deeply.

"Hmm?" His gaze lifted in confusion as Cedric addressed him. "Oh, certainly." An idea was formulating in his mind as he ambled through the starship to the bridge. "Cedric asks you to join us." The old man addressed the words to Alyson as he approached, but still his mind was elsewhere. A plan was beginning to bubble in his mind. Order and conformity were hallmarks of the First Order and the basis on which they built their military.

If he could begin to chip away at that and sow confusion, it could pay off a great deal, weakening their ability to fight. While certainly, the enemy was using battle meditation as well, which could prove difficult. On the other hand, it could also aid him in his work. But, he couldn't do that to the entire fleet. There were too many of them and he didn't have a meditation sphere.

The man slowly ambled back to where Cedric was and knelt on the floor with his eyes closed. The Force flowed into him and filled him as surely as water fills a cistern, so his presence grew and grew. As it built, he crafted an illusion. Not so much an illusion, as a mind trick. He sensed the presences of those who opposed them, and what ships they were likely in.

But for now, he ignored them completely, and focused on the distant pinpricks of life that he felt surging through the two ships. Each one made of independent minds, with their own fears.

Tiland crafted a feeling of absolutely, cold certainty, of knowledge, convinced by gut instinct and warped sensor readings. The reactors were going critical. He wrapped this feeling through himself and in his mind until he believed it himself. The cold touch of worry began to seep through his mind. That was how he knew it was ready to go.

Another few deep breaths as the Force continued to surge within himself and he pushed the illusion out to the two ships who waged a spiritual battle against them.

Kiyron · Dec 8, 2017

GA: [member="Cathul Thuku"]
[member="Emilia Ravel"] & friends

Kiyron only gave the admiral a brief nod in acknowledgement as he stepped over to an information console. The technician moved aside to allow Kiyron access as he pulled up the information and the readouts. It was a large ship, certainly, but he wasn't overly concerned. He'd commanded the defense of fortresses before. A ship wasn't that different. It just had different parameters and realities to think about.

"Colonel Wildcard, SIS." Kiyron said in a channel he'd opened to the marines aboard the ship. "I have taken over shipboard defense from the admiral. Please reinforce the key areas of the ship. CIC, engines, and shield generator. Armory under heavy guard. Establish defensive barricades through the corridors leading to the bridge and other key areas."

He'd been trained in ship-boarding, back when had first begun his military career. It was something the Wildcard division had specialized in and he was running through a mental boarding operation of his own. How would he storm this vessel and what were its vulnerabilities? Weapons.

"Secure access to the weapons," he added. Sabotage could be crippling, especially when detonating a ship's own munitions. "Keep me informed of situations in all ship quarters."

There was a burst of chatter, but he let that be. Soldiers were never fond of intelligence operatives assuming command, which he sympathized with. He'd been in the army once, a long time ago.

LT-137 · Dec 9, 2017

https://youtu.be/zYfe9caNqfA

Location: No Man's Zone - > Alliance Battleline -> The 'Excubitor.'
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"], [member="Kiyron"].
Equipment: See Thyrsian Sun Guards NPC Entry.
Complement: Two Phaethon-Class Assault Transport's, Fourty Thysian Sun Guards (One Legion.)

In the time before the fall of sentient life, and the light of civilization thereafter, the Hydian Way had once been a populous super-hyperroute that stretched from one side of the galaxy to the other. Now? It was a shadow of its former self, having been split between two great stellar empires and subjected to their many laws. While merchants and their sprawling cargo vessels had still traversed this leg of the ethereal highway, their numbers were vastly diminished with only the brave, or the stupid, seeking to tame what had once again become the frontier worlds of the Outer Rim. Thus, when the First Order had deployed their massive interdiction stations, what had been torn out of hyperspace was a far cry from what would be seen should the same tactic was employed within the Core Worlds. When the fields were active, and those merchant's vessels were torn from space, they were not drawn towards the stations like a true, naturally occurring gravity well would’ve acted. Interdiction technology, while offering the ability to generate such a field should either the projectors be sabotaged, or specifically tailored to operate in such a manner, only engendered an artificial containment sphere.

So when these vessels were torn out of the azure dimension, they moved on their own accord - resulting in a myriad of collisions that spanned the entire sector. Not enough to endanger Starfighter pilots from either side, should they get careless, but far from what would be expected in more populated regions of known space. Those that had survived the translation into realspace, were forced to leg the rest of their journey via their ionic propulsion drives unless they wished to test their luck and disable the safety measures on their hyperdrive. One miscalculation and that ship could very well end up jumping to lightspeed and flying straight into the heart of a blazing sun. This is why Interdiction fields were a favourite tool employed by both Imperials and Pirates alike. They knew that sentient life would do whatever it could to survive, so they preyed upon their fear of death - and forced them to outrun their coming judgement within the bounds of reality.

When the fields had been activated, thankfully after their arrival as Thaneo wasn’t expecting to activate the momentum sustainer, the hyperdrive throttle affixed to his command throne softly pulsed with crimson light. It had gone unnoticed until his eyes had caught sight of the lever when he had forcibly swept his combat helm down towards one of the vid-screens attached to his swivel-mounted chair. The sight had brought a smile to his face, as he knew that his prey wouldn’t make their escape to hyperspace - lest they made a dark covenant with the beings beyond the veil - which allowed them to bypass the hyperdrive’s integrated safety measures, and return to reality without a scratch. While the end result would ultimately be the same, if they managed to board the vessel or not, the latter would result in the First Order defaulting on their contract, and the Golden Company ending up without payment. Thaneo rather liked the feeling he got after completing a mission and hoped that he was able to experience it all over again when this dirty deed was done.

Now that the battle had been joined in earnest, and either side had begun advancing towards their prescribed objectives, the Pilot that bore half of the Golden Company’s Sun Guards into the fray had continued to dive to another plane - as he guided his vessel towards their target. Thankfully, there was little resistance in the opening stages of their journey. Though, as Thaneo’s eyes turned towards a pulsating alarm, the Corellian knew that all good things had to come to an end. Just above the horizon, the titanic capital ship, that bore the Alliance’s Starbird from its signalling mast, had disgorged its starfighter complement into the void. From what his sensors could pick out, there were over four hundred and some starfighters that plunged into the bespeckled canvas of infinite night. If they continued on their projected path, this veritable swarm of durasteel and overzealous pride would swiftly overwhelm the twinned dropships, leaving nothing but ash in their wake. That wasn’t good.

“Tribune!” Thaneo called over his shoulder, never once allowing his eyes to peel away from the sight that painted the forward viewscreen and his ship’s sensorium. “We’ve got incoming. And a lot of it!”

Cursing once again in his native language, Khonsu moved into the cockpit and slapped a gauntleted hand atop his pilot’s command throne. Leaning in close to see for himself what caused his comrades discomfort, the Tribune felt his flesh pale at the sight. Though they would overtake their position within minutes, there was no way that his vessels would be able to combat such a threat. He needed to think of something and fast if they were going to get through this mess alive. Their shields were active, and their guns were hot, but it wouldn’t be enough to fight off the coming assault. They needed more firepower to punch through that swarm of fighters, and it was unlikely that one of the First Order’s warships would be able to divert their onslaught in order to clear them a path. It was while he stared at the crystalline screen that the realization struck - their transponders were still listed as neutral to the Alliance’s IFF circuitry. They were, according to their sensors, nothing more than a pair of mercenary ships that had been caught in the First Order’s blockade, and their path had rocketed them away from the Imperials escalating battleline. He couldn’t believe that he had forgotten such a crucial detail when it mattered the most, and silently chastised himself for the grievous error of judgement.

Tapping his wrist against the back of the command throne, Khonsu allowed his amused smile to spill over his every word, bringing out a jovial burst of laughter from their pilot. “You're serious?” Thaneo asked, risking a glance back at his Tribune. “Fly casual? You know that’ll never work once we’re within range right?” Annoyed, the Thyrsian turned his crimson helm’s gaze towards his pilot and simply nodded. No words needed to be spoken, as his command had been given. There was little use in repeating himself when it was obviously apparent that his subordinate had yet to suspend his disbelief. Seeing the subtle movements of the pilot’s neck, and the way his fingers fanned around the twinned flight sticks, Khonsu knew that his Legionnaire had finally relented. “Aye, sir. Flying casual,” was the reply that came moments later.

Their engines were still burning hot, seeking to close the gap between the predator and their prey, but outwardly? It was nothing more than a ploy. One that made it seem like the paired Dropships sought to escape the battlefield and return to the relative safety that hyperspace provided. The cunning ruse had worked, Khonsu noted, as the first wave of starfighters raced passed their position without giving pause to the dropship’s approach vector. It seemed that those starfighters that had torn past their planar position were various models of interceptors, and from the looks of things - the pilots within their cockpits were eager to get into the fray. As squadron, after squadron had zipped by their vessel, the Sun Guard noted the rising tension building within the rear cargo hold. His men were nervous, and several had slowly begun moving towards their battle stations; seeking to man the automated weapon mounts should the enemy catch wind of their dastardly plan. Upon seeing acknowledgement lights flare in quick succession, the Tribune turned his attention back towards their Pilot, and the sensorium embedded within his command throne.

They flew throughout the ocean of stars in relative peace, as the wave of Alliance Starfighters washed over them until the end was in sight - and one of his Sun Guards had gotten ancy and fired his dropship’s main battery into the heart of the formation. Time began to stretch thin, like oil smeared across ice, in the seconds that followed the percussive and soundless detonation. Within the span of a heartbeat, they had been flagged as hostile, and the last remaining squadron of Alliance fighters had altered their trajectory to intercept. Rage began to boil within the Thyrsian’s veins, knowing that their newest recruit might’ve damned them all with his rookie mistake. The throbbing of his ursine heart had drowned out the apologetic pleas of his errant legionary and forced the Tribune from the cockpit. His body demanded action, and he needed an outlet lest he be consumed by the molten fire that coursed through his body. Storming back into the aft compartment, Khonsu tore the newest recruit from his station and threw him to the deck in a clatter of armoured plate.

“Be thankful I still need you,” He hissed through gritted teeth.

Without waiting to see, or relish in the man’s fearful reaction, the Sun Guard took his station and manned the primary armament of their assault transport. A dozen fighters now gave chase to the two dropships, and while they were less maneuverable than their prey, they were space superiority fighters - meaning they were heavily armed in comparison. The plasmatic barrier that encapsulated the Phaethon flared, as a bolt of coalesced lightning skimmed against the projected corona. It was a connection that rattled the frame of the vessel but did little else until more and more discharged beams joined the fray. Slamming the harness into his shoulders, Khonsu spun the massive turret about in its socket and took aim. The integrated droid brain rapidly determined their projected paths and offered the tribune a ceaseless stream of data from which to choose his targets.

Letting his lips curl into a sadistic smile, the Tribune depressed the trigger and brought the impossibility of sound into the muted darkness of space.

Lances of crimson, plasmatic light, stabbed out into the darkness of space, striking at the Alliance Squadron with seemingly reckless abandon. The bubble turret near the rear of the dropship, and it’s twin sister, opened fire with a ceaseless spray of emerald blaster fire. Though marginally less powerful than the primary twin laser cannon, it still proved to be a dangerous weapon in the hands of a skilled operator. Peppered by incoming fire, the shields that protected one of the hostile fighters screamed in silence before it winked out of existence, and was joined soon after as the turret’s relentless volley tore into the cockpit module - killing the Alliance pilot in a blossoming incendiary flower of destruction.

As the rear turret selected a new target, the dorsal mounted laser cannon blasted away, claiming the shields of a starfighter one moment, or the life of an enemy pilot the next. It didn’t matter what was taken first, so long as the gunfire never stopped.

In return, those that survived the dropship’s onslaught weaved through the incoming fire and proved to be more of a hassle than the pilot’s of the twinned Sun Guard vessels had expected. They opened fire with everything they had. Missiles streaked out from their housings, only to be deactivated by the dropship’s electronic countermeasures. Bolts of molten ruby and sapphire tore through the darkness of space, crashing into the projected barrier of the Sun Guard’s dropship, weakening the covalent bonds of the deflector screen. They were running out of time, as the once distant hull of the Excubitor drew close - so did their own arsenal of defensive emplacements.

When the time had come for their final approach, the twinned dropships were assailed from two sides as whatever point defence weapons the Excubitor could bring to bear had undoubtedly opened fire. They sought to deny the Sun Guards of the Golden Company of their prize, but sadly, both piloted vessels fought back against the cards that destiny had dealt. Both starships intrinsically weaved through the incoming storm of magnetically contained plasmatic fury and focused their missile deactivation arrays forward - rendering whatever discharged projectile that was sent their way, inert and wistfully spinning in the void. Their shields were bracketed by the few stray shots that had sought to intercept their unpredictable advance but flickered stable once the pilot had forced them onto an unforeseen path. When they soared close to the projected barrier of the titanic battlecruiser, the dropships activated one of their many integrated systems, changing the harmonic frequency of their shields - to match those of their prey. As the shields began to unify, the two dropships slipped through the massive deflector screen and became one with the Excubitor.

Of those that had survived the onslaught of the twinned Phaethon’s, only three Starfighters had remained. One had not pulled up in time as the enemy dropships slipped into the Excubitor’s deflector screen, and impacted on the surface. His fighter smashed against the particle shields and was ground into atomized space dust as it skirted across the surface. The remaining two fighters had broken off their pursuit, now that their prey had escaped their grasp, and set out into the stars once again - in the hopes of finding vengeance for their fallen brothers.

Now within the projected barrier, and beset upon all sides by the Excubitor’s defensive weapons, the Sun Guards and their dropships wove through the ceaseless hail of incoming fire, and continued towards their goal…

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

lgmmrm · Dec 9, 2017

#teamalliance
L-49
Primary Objective: Dogfight the Starfighter Squadron currently engaging, Pull them close to the FO Fleet for Engaging.
Secondary Objective: Make Red Squadron Great Again
Allies: @Zanza Hijikata, @Jax Rhane,
Enemies: First Order, @[member='Varas Kyrel'], @[member='Kyrel Ren'],
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"Flights Bravo and Charlie, Engage those Fighters! Trench Run Defense, Get up close and Personal with those Destroyers. Beast One, I could really use some help with these Silencers! I'm making for the nearest destroyer, see if I can't skim the hulls enough to keep these fighters too busy dodging durasteel."

Jarck reversed all thrust in his A-wing to cancel thrust and let the Ion Cannon Shots fly past him, the blasts impacting Red Twelve and leaving his A-wing dead in the water. Jarck let loose a volley of shots across @[member='Varas Kyrel']'s bow to attract her attention, before kicking his thrusters to full power and trying to draw the Silencer's pilot into following him. Weaving and erractically maneuvering, snapshotting any swarms of fighters that came towards him, Jarck began to fly straight towards the First Order's battle line, staying below the plane of fire for the Destroyers' Main Guns. As he began to approach the incoming fighter squadron, he fired a pair of Concussion Missiles into the approaching swarm, scoring at least one lucky hit on an unsuspecting TIE.

"Flights Bravo and Charlie, Engage those Fighters. Red 5 and 11. Jink and Firing Squad."

Knowing that it was dangerous (borderline suicide) for a non-force-user to go up against a Force User, Jarck nonetheless engaged the Silencer, attempting to draw the pilot into combat maneuvers and jinking around to make landing a shot on the fast and agile A-wing extremely difficult. Meanwhile, Red 5 and Red 11 began to make a wide loop around, avoiding engaging any fighters just yet, with the plan being that they would fly head on towards each other in a "Dantooine Firing Squad," and Jarck would lead the engaging fighter right into the crossfire between the A-wing and the X-wing. At least that was the plan.

Xenro · Dec 9, 2017

Location: No Man's Zone - > Alliance Battleline -> The 'Excubitor.'
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"], [member="Kiyron"] .
Equipment: One Lightsaber, altered limbs and fluids, and an extremely nasty bag of tricks.

In the low, flickering light of a dropship under fire, two green eyes slowly opened. A new war blossomed to life around them. Fear, excitement, hope, and despair wove together like a tapestry around the myriad lives that ebbed toward the nether. Emotions offered color to the drab thing called life; war etched into it hollow meaning. Thus did he awaken, aware of the turmoil.

Brilliant flashes of energy raced across his line of view as he stretched out his neck and shoulders. The staccato of pops and cracks drowned beneath nearby explosions in the vacuum of space, but the sight of his hand outstretched, devoid of sinew or flesh, did not go unnoticed. Such phenomena were hated and reviled by most members of Galactic Society.

And so, disgust and uncertainty settled around him.

These emotions, too, would serve him. In a warzone, the fuel for ancient, forbidden arcana rarely ran dry. The powerful hatred seethed and scorched his bony digits as he wove it into something malleable, visible, and perverse.

Deep, guttural words dripped from his lips as the fabric of reality shifted around their ship, and the darkness of space itself twisted around them. The Force spasmed as though in agony as he commanded it, a sensation nearby Force Sensitives might feel akin to being strangled. As he clenched his fist, the world shivered.

And all trace of them disappeared from existence.

Rather, it appeared they had. Xenro concentrated on his magic, concealing the dropship from all detection as they barrelled toward their destination.

[member="Khonsu Amon"], [member="Emilia Ravel"], [member="Connor Harrison"]

Xiomar Ren · Dec 9, 2017

Hex L-49 \\ FIV Executioner \\ Resurgent-class Star Destroyer
Faction: First Order \\ Status: Defensive Patrol
Allies: [member="Sieger Ren"], First Order and their Allies
Enemy: Galactic Alliance and Allies
Master: [member="Brennan Cabrol"]
Fellow Apprentice: [member="Elensa Jari"]

Equipment: Lightsaber

No sooner than she had taken her knee, surrendered herself to the judgement of her master and the Supreme Leader, than she felt the ship rock. Easier was the effort to maintain her balance with her lowered center of gravity, harder was it to bring herself to accept a lack of repercussion for her behavior. She had anticipated some level of acknowledgement, even were it negative, from the Supreme Leader and when it didn't come she felt a part of her ego deflate. She felt a yearning for something that had long been empty. It was that void, however, that was filled with deep seated anger and drive as the ring of the Supreme Leader's voice entered her mind. The chime of a bell only she and her compatriots would hear as she slowly glanced up towards those who still stood before her.

And then, as quickly as she had made her presence, they began to dissipate and disappear into positions of their own accord. However, as she rose to her feet, she understood the orders she had received. Defend the Supreme Leader from whatever or whomever should come hunting for him, whatever should threaten his life and unquestioned authority.

A task she was readily willing to take, and one that she accepted in stride with a glance between those of Caehl's service that had joined them. She had never seen them before, nor even heard of them until that moment, and yet as they approached and settled into stance she understood just who they were. What they were capable of and what their purpose was. Unhooking her saber hilt from her belt, carefully she readjusted the helmet tucked down carefully over her drawn up hair and turned again to face the new arrivals once more. This was a test of will, a test of prowess and ultimately a proving ground in the eyes of the Supreme Leader who was now indefinitely indisposed for the duration of the coming tide.

"I will not fail." She breathed through the vocabulator of her mask, bringing an invisible but hardened gaze upon the fellow Ren in her company. "We will not fail. Kill any and all who cross us."

Saying it was easy, feeling the intensity of the fire behind it simpler still, but it was as she glanced once more between the Supreme Leader and the door, through which any intruder might come, that she realized just how daunting this task may well become. Angling her lightsaber, lowering her posture just slightly as she took up a central position in line with where the Supreme Leader had previously been standing. Only then, as she composed herself in her present state of command, did she feel the full brunt of the Supreme Leader's will wash over her and fuel her already present rage, determination and focus.

"We are parts of a whole, stand together and show them we are unbreakable." The words were simple, but it was the notion behind them and the stalwart determination behind them that implied her intentions for their defense. With a raise of her hand she indicted three different locations within feet and yards of her position. One for each of them in consideration for their equipment and assumed capability.

Silas Mantis · Dec 9, 2017

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVxZ4MbpaSs

Location: Hex L-49, Aboard Crimson Dawn
Allies: [member="Dorn Skirata"] | [member="Baiko no Kaho"] | [member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Aryn Spar"]
Enemies: [member="The Major"] | [member="Therran Graush"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]

It all blurred together, the charging out, the war cries, shouldering his weapon, but the spray of red made everything perfectly clear. He pumped the weapon and fired again, stepping over the mangled body he'd just created, the 8 gauge shell clattering onto the deck next to the broken body of his first victim. The weapon thundered again, booming in unison with Kryze's as the MF-44's brought down their prey for Mand'alor.

"Baiko!" He called out, shifting his weapon to a pilot attempting to scramble away, only to be blasted against the deck as the young wolf approached, pumping the weapon as he stooped down next to the corpse. He grabbed the body with his biological hand, ignoring the blood seeping from the wound that had killed the man. "Does a flight officer work?" Silas inquired, tossing down the body at her feet and letting off a one handed blast from the shotgun with his prosthetic.

They were off to a good start he supposed. The First Order had hardly had a instant to react to the swarm of Mandalorians, and they wouldn't be given an instant to so much as catch their breath. They would never relent, not even for a second.

Baiko no Kaho · Dec 9, 2017

Location: Hex L-49, Aboard Crimson Dawn
Allies: [member="Dorn Skirata"] | [member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Silas Mantis"]
Enemies: [member="The Major"] | [member="Therran Graush"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]

Objective: Steal clearance codes. Hack their way up to the Bridge.

Her body heaved in the restraints, neck straining as the ship caterwauled into the Crimson Dawn. An explosive entrance… Mandalorians… subtlety was beyond them.

She grunted as the door swung open. Her restraints popped and Baiko staggered out of the ship behind [member="Shia Kryze"] and [member="Silas Mantis"]. Her first mission was to find a secure console… she ducked and weaved around the carnage, unsheathing her sword and slicing down the chaff in a circle around her on her way to the side.

Silas threw a corpse at her feet. “For now! Find me the highest ranking officers you can! Leave one alive!”

Baiko watched to ensure she wasn’t going to lose containment on her clan skin, and unclasped her gauntlet. “Cover me, Silas.”

The Kiffar’s hand splayed on the corpse’s red-stained skin. Psychometry was a design of genetics for one in every hundred of her mother’s people, giving them the ability to see the memories of inanimate objects.

Corpses worked… but it was far from pleasant.

‘Taylor… honey, let’s name him Taylor.’

‘Taylor! Supper time! Drink your milk... No excuses, put that model TIE down or Mommy will take it’

’… think she’ll go to the dance with me…’

‘… I got in, Mom! I got into the Flight Academy, promised I’d take care of you, Mom. Now I can.’

‘Yes! Taylor, yes I’ll marry you!’

‘I love you’

‘I love you, son.’

‘… your new security clearance, Lieutenant…’

‘… you’re going to be a…’

“There… Silas! He didn’t have Bridge Clearance.” Behind the borrowed helmet, Baiko kept her panting sob hidden from view. Taylor… yet one more in a collection of memories gleaned off the dead. Schematics of the Crimson Dawn, of Taylor’s experience in the ship filtered into Baiko’s mind in combination with security clearance codes, keypad numbers… she searched his body for his clearance chit. The Mando’ad gauntlet went back on her forearm like a shackle.

“[member="Aryn Spar"], head to Elevator B. I’ve got clearance codes to mid-span. I need a higher ranking officer...” Baiko dumped Taylor’s body and ran for the elevator, slicing through a stormtrooper with her phrik katana. Baiko knew what she did was a dangerously thin line between genetic culture and ‘treatment’. Would the warriors fighting beside and around her cry foul when the battle was over, or would they accept the intrinsic piece of her as a Kiffar, not a supplicant of the Force?

Once at the security terminal, Baiko deflected blaster fire with her blade, “Clear Sec-Dec and I can do some damage! ... Spar, the ship... we won't have much time.”

She managed to put in the appropriate codes to open the elevator to allow herself and the Mando’ade squad to usurp higher into the ship.

Ellie Mors · Dec 9, 2017

Until We Go Down

Aboard the Red Veil

Affiliation: The Galactic Alliance, Mandalorian Allies | [member="Zark"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Raph Thule"], [member="Aryn Teth"], [member="Gir Quee"], [member=Sor-Jan Xantha], [member="Cassius Droma"]
Enemy: The First Order, Her Ex | [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Emilia Ravel"], [member="Morro"], [member="Robogeber"], [member="Dako Asturo"]
Objective: Retaliate, Defend L-49
Directly Engaging: [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="The Major"], [member="Therran Graush"]
Those Potentially Caught In The Crossfire: [member="Silas Mantis"], [member="Baiko no Kaho"], [member="Aryn Spar"], [member="Shia Kryze"]

"Begin."

The word had echoed through the communications across the ship, both syllables reverberating with such finality and determination that a single word was enough to spur the men and women aboard the Red Veil and her sister-ships into motion. There was no need for the force, for some otherworldly power that corrupted all that it touched - to rely on a crutch that served only to overcompensate for their shortcomings. And, though they rallied under the command of the Supreme Commander, the Alliance was not held to the blind fanaticism that tethered others so hopelessly together, to be sent blind and weak into the abyss when that cord is cut. They relied on their own strengths, on the strengths of their friends and the support of their allies, they rallied under the banner of freedom, of justice, and though the Jedi were ever-present in the core of their government, they did not bend the knee to any order - they worked together, in tandem, as a people united under the belief that they could build a better future without resorting to the tyrannical habits that the Dark Lords and Emperors of ages past trapped themselves within.

Balloons of red and green mushroomed across the shields of the capital ships that made up the Red Fleet as the battle began, as the stream of green arced through space and ripped through the void to lance into the heart of their mortal foes - tyranny incarnate, the First Order. Words left the Tetan Empress' lips, orders that were directed through the ships under her command, and fighters sprang into action, interceptors gliding through the darkness across the viewport of bridge of the command vessel to lash out against enemy fighters, bombers tailing behind starfighters that sought to tear down the capital ships that worked against the Alliance. The ship that loomed before her, that struck out against her even as Nemo Ven had uttered his singular word of command, was one which tugged at her focus, that drew her attention towards it even as she ordered the Liberty to return fire on those that had attempted to bring it down.

She heard the coordinated chaos of the bridge as her subordinates made their reports and responded to the innumerable requests by fighter pilots and captains and lieutenants on the rest of the capital ships in her meager fleet, but it was the thrum of the beating of her heart that dominated her ears. Like a distant echo that only grew and grew until it was louder than her own words, commands that she uttered even as she split her attention - like a sixth sense that came instinctively to her, like learning to breathe. She hadn't experienced it in so long, something she'd suppressed - no, repressed - through the controlled consumption of Ixetal Cilona. It had been weeks since she had been home, weeks since she had ingested a single dose - since she'd been able to reach the supply she consumed to hide who, what, she was from those that she'd surrendered to at the fall of the One Sith so long ago. She felt the lurch in her throat, the uncomfortable sensation that made her sick as her mind and body slowly became accustomed to the sensations of the ethereal background hum of the galaxy, of the force.

She felt sick, weary, and fatigued - not by the return of her connection but rather by the stamina drained to overcome the disease that had kept what she truly was confined for so long.

But she shouldered that burden, though it was a sensation that was just as powerful as the physical reality that surrounded her - the muddled, co-mingling voices and whispers of all things as loud in her ears as the shuddering and the groans of the hull of the ship as the feedback from the shields allowed some of the kinetic energy from the turbolaser bombardment through after taking the brunt of the majority of the damage. "Bridge of the Fortitude and Focus this is your commanding officer, Lily Kuhn, speaking. Set course for the ship that is heading towards us - toward the Red Veil - and intercept it. Bring it down, tear it apart - leave them with the mercy they are willing to show us." She said, her own voice sounding strangely distorted to her own ears, although to the rest of the crew and her own bridge she sounded no different than any other day. "Keep the Fortitude in its line of site, keep it from getting any closer to the Red Veil, and I want the Focus to unload all of its ordnance on it, broadside, and ensure it doesn't see another conflict." The idea was simple - the Fortitude, as heavily defended as it was, would take the brunt of the assault meant for the Red Veil and return fire while the Focus would bombard the capital ship that intended to remove the Tetan noble from play.

"Have the Liberty return fire on the largest Star Destroyer attempting to engage it, and direct it, the Restitution, and Recovery towards the ships making a play at it. Divert the attention of all squadrons to those ships and keep them from taking our ships out. Pick them apart if need be." Lily said to Gregor a she rose from her seat. "I want the rest of our ships firing on the ships targeting the Itsurusk. Defend the Supreme Commander until we come under fire." She added.

Something tugged at the back of her mind, something familiar - close, recognizable, but something she'd never experienced in the force. It reminded her of something, of someone, and though it triggered a paranoia in her it wasn't the same sort of caution triggered by the sense of impending doom - something closer to the recognition of a phantom pain close to her chest.

But she couldn't figure out what.

Ship Name: ANS Red Veil Ship Class: MC180 Progenitor-Class Super Carrier Shield / Hull: 2200/2500

Hangar: 5 Squadrons Chiroptera-class Interceptors (50 Total) | 5 Squadrons B-8 Blue Jay Starfighters (50 Total) | 5 Squadrons Raid-Class Bomber Model B (55 Total) | 5 Squadrons Locust-Class Starfighters (50 Total)
Actions: Firing Ion Cannons at FIV Devastator; All squadrons deployed and heading towards the FIV Conqueror to engage

Ship Name: ANS Liberty Ship Class: Citadel-Class Star Defender Shield / Hull: 1340/1800
Hangar: 3 Squadrons Locust-Class Starfighters (30 Total)
Actions: Heading towards the FIV Conqueror and returning fire; All Squadrons deployed and heading towards the FIV Conqueror to engage

Ship Name: ANS Synergy Ship Class: Endurance II-Class Fleet Carrier Shield / Hull: 1040/1040
Hangar: 3 Squadrons Locust-Class Starfighters (30 Total) | 2 Squadrons Raid-Class Bomber Model B (22 Total) | 1 Squadron B-8 Blue Jay Starfighters (10 Total)
Actions: Firing on FIV Devastator; All Squadrons deployed and heading towards the FIV Roar to engage

Ship Name: ANS Fortitude Ship Class: Fortress-Class Cruiser Shield / Hull: 900/900
Hangar: 1 Squadron Chiroptera-class Interceptor (10 Total) | 1 Squadron B-8 Blue Jay Starfighters (10 Total) | 1 Squadron Locust-Class Starfighters (10 Total)
Actions: Maneuvering between the ANS Red Veil and Crimson Dawn; Firing on Crimson Dawn; All squadrons deployed and heading towards the FIV Roar to engage

Ship Name: ANS Focus Ship Class: Lancer-Class Frigate Shield / Hull: 500/500
Hangar: No Hangar
Actions: Heading towards the Crimson Dawn, broadside; Firing on Crimson Dawn

Ship Name: ANS Recovery Ship Class: Sublight-Class Assault Frigate Shield / Hull: 500/500
Hangar: 1 Squadron Locust-Class Starfighters (10 Total)
Actions: Heading towards the FIV Enforcer; Firing on FIV Enforcer; Squadron deployed and heading towards FIV Enforcer to engage

Ship Name: ANS Restitution Ship Class: Sublight-Class Assault Frigate Shield / Hull: 500/500
Hangar: 1 Squadron Locust-Class Starfighters (10 Total)
Actions: Heading towards the FIV Roar; Firing on FIV Roar; Squadron deployed and heading towards FIV Enforcer to engage

Connor Harrison · Dec 9, 2017

Location: No Man's Zone - > Alliance Battleline -> The 'Excubitor.'
Primary Objective(s): Board the "Excubitor" and Assassinate Admiral Cathul Thuku.
Allies: The First Order | [member="Emilia Ravel"] | [member="Xenro"]
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Kiyron"]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O6Gkdme2bck

His ventures exploring the prospect of immortality with a Sith Lord had made communication a little tight when he was nearly off the grid exploring tombs. But when a call had come out for First Order forces to converge on the Galactic Alliance stationed at specific coordinates, it seemed the rumoured truce was now off and the battle was back on.

Connor Harrison had taken the call but taken his time returning to the outpost closest to his position for a fleet assault. There was no need to rush; he had been rushing around for the Order since his return and he had been pulled this way and that with no sign of progression. Seeking the acceptance of [member="Samka Derith"] had come to a dead end, and even [member="Ara Zambrano"] had other motives now and little time for her once close ally. From First Order balls to baiting rebels for capture, Connor had acted in their best interest, but his patience was wearing thin - yet his dedication to the Dark Side was strong and all he had to live for, so he took flight in one of the TIE Silencers one [member="Kyrel Ren"] had spoke about and shot off for the coordinates provided.

It had been a long time since he had been behind the controls of a personal fighter; the last being a Silver Jedi attack fighter above Ziost. But once you become used to flying one ship, you can fly any. He gripped the yolk and didn't hesitate to push the fast fighter through the stars across to the coordinates given. He was especially interested in one [member="Khonsu Amon"] who had spoke of a boarding party ready to take out the heart of the Alliance fleet.

Always best to strike at the heart of a beast to watch the others fall around it. Fingers flexed on the yolk as he opened up the com.

"This is Harrison," he spoke in the comfortable dark cock-pit, "sorry I'm a little late to the party. Khonsu tell me where you want me - I'm making a line for your signal. I will be there soon."

The Alliance had come close to detaining Connor for good after Skor, taken prisoner after orbital bombardment. Since the good-natured Jedi had talked his way out and never made it back to Voss, Connor bore no favour to the Alliance folk. To be fair, he was holding out for his revenge against the Silver Jedi. Namely one [member="Coci Heavenshield"] - but that would come, in time. For now, he was taking apart the fabric of order and justice one thread at a time.

He gunned the engines harder to make good time and heard chatter across the comm system.

Vlannem Pox · Dec 9, 2017

Allies: [member="Varas Kyrel"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Enemies: @Zanza Hijakta
Engaging: [member="Jarck Rabsch"]

"Ayy, Palpatine, I like it." The pilot replied, chuckling a little at the choice of song, before concentrating. He listened to the stormtrooper, and sensed some discomfort, "Look stormie, you keep on your job, I'll keep you safe, you're in safe hands." Vlannem assured her, as Adler squadron held a tight formation, waiting to engage something. The TIE pilots were eager to jump at the Alliance, but a mixture of orders, and discipline held them in line. Vlannem clutched his two turning sticks, ready and waiting for Captain Kell's orders. Vlannem could feel his heart racing, and adrenaline pumping, this was exciting. This was an amazing feeling. If only he could feel this way all day, everyday.

There was a crackling over comms, and Captain Kell was smirking. The pilot could almost tell when he gave the order. "Alright Adler, form up on me, we got Alliance fighters lookin' like they're gonna try to kark with our destroyers." He said, "Form up on my mark and get ready, this is gonna be a tight assault."

Adler Six followed at the rear of the TIE formation, as the squadron began to move into position. "Computer." Vlannem barked, "Play Kids in Avalonia." As Lieutenant Pox prepared himself for battle, "Ready your guns." The Lieutenant commanded, "This is gonna be a bumpy ride."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_GH6M7cUq4

Looking out a dirty old window

Down below the speeders go rushing by,

I sit here alone and wonder why....

"All fighters, set?" Kell asked, almost rhetorically, before accelerating, "Move to intercept that squadron, don't let it near our destroyers." Kell remained silent, before letting out a mighty roar. "Let's show these sonsachuttas some real Outer Rim pride!". One by one, the TIE's dove, and began to run behind the rear of of Jack Rabsch's Red Squadron, opening fire. Kell was first, delivering a devestating barrage of proton torpedoes, followed by Adler Three's O'Grady, Adler Two's Reardon, and Adler Four's Grieve. Adler Five, and her pilot Katarov opted for a strafing run, her gunner Javros, preferring to light up the remians of the squadron with her heavy blaster turret.

The young ones are going

(Downtown) The young ones are growing

We're the kids in Avalonia! (Whoa!)
We're the kids in Avlonia! (Whoa!)

Everybody live for Supreme Leader!

Vlannem was the last one to get his shots on, "Train your sights in!" He commanded, before lighting up the squadron with his concussion missiles, accompanied by an oppressive spray of TIE fighter fire. "Come on motherkarkers!" He roared, "We're the kids in Avalonia!" He bellowed, swooping in from the flank. The assistance rendered by the anti-fighter corvettes on standby was withering to say the least. Constant blasts of fire were targeted at the bombers before they could land a single payload. The attack, was little more than a suicide mission thanks to Adler Squadron.

Davon Karr · Dec 9, 2017

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

Davon’s joints groaned with more volume than the frame of the dropship that forced its way into the belly of the destroyer. He took two slow breaths to steady his pulse. Even though he took longer to start moving his granddaughters looked to him for guidance.

Muscle memory kicked in and he pushed himself free of the straps and pulled his heavy concussion rifle free. The smooth and practised motion belied the age which had taken a toll on his body. His armour was just like his body, scars built upon a foundation of more scars.

“We go for engineering.”

”It's a race,” Davon explained. “I've only been on three boarding operations and that counts as experienced. There is a reason no one has done ten. It's the odds. Casualties tend to his fifty percent.”

Brou looked concerned for the first time since she had come to work with him. Her mother was a bounty hunter by trade and she hadn't seen much war.

“It's a race,” he explained in his gruff voice. “You need to take either engineering or the bridge. They need to accept that they're losing and get the bottle to scuttle the ship or self destruct. Yet you can't run your race. Every intersection is another ambush. Have to take each turn as it comes slow and methodical and deal with ray shields, blast doors and automated turrets.”

“Sounds like hell.”

“It is. But we're better at it than everyone else.”

Jess took point, Brou followed Davon. Wearing the brown and violet colourings, they reminded him of his favourite daughter. It perhaps wasn't right to have a favourite, but he did. She had been the greatest warrior in their clan for generations and had died far too young.

A blast door slid open almost right on top of them. Davon reacted first. His concussion rifle wasn't the tool for the job in a traditional sense, but slamming it into a troopers chest bought time to draw his beskad. He swung the wickedly curved blade down for the second trooper and broke his carapace with a resounding crack. Scarlet on white. The clean slate of the First Order marred. Jess took a bolt to the chest before crushing a rifle with her gauntlets and smashing a head into the bulkhead. A helmet did almost nothing against sudden impact and concussion. Brou almost lazily despatched the falling trooper with bolts to the chest and neck.

Davon took up his rifle as bolts lanced down the corridor from the direction they had been heading. The First Order kept such clean ships, he noted. His thumb adjusted the range on the underslung grenade launcher for an airburst round. He rounded the corner, shouldered the rifle and fired. It hissed down the corridor and detonated in the middle of the intersection.

“Go,” he grunted and his granddaughters rushed ahead to capitalize on the opening.

Wilhelmine Dahma · Dec 9, 2017

Allies: [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Dako Asturo"] | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]
Enemies: [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Lily Kuhn"] | [member="Aryn Teth"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Zark"] and [member="Dorn Skirata"]
Theme: Top of the World

Captain Morro watched from the expansive deck as the large warship she’d targeted began to retreat. Like a krillcrab scuttling behind a rock, the Incandescent Truth slowly maneuvered itself behind the Itsukusk.

Now there would not be a clearer objective, but the dutiful Chiss officer awaited Admiral Raugesber’s orders. Only would she act alone if corned, unlike a brittle sea creature but a dangerous vornskr eyeing up a swift kill. The aloof alien mused that this was a good analogy for the Alliance and the First Order - a pea-brained crustacean trying to defeat a hot-blooded, unyielding predator.

As the Itsukusk belched out line after line of attack craft, Morro smiled. Finally, a challenge. It served the First Order no good to chase the Incandescent Truth at this point in time. Not when the Space Station Triaxis was such an enticing target to the Alliance.

Rausgeber’s command to the Minotaur echoed the same sentiment.

“Captain, there’s a smaller fleet entering the fray, non-Alliance vessels by the looks of it,” said Sloane. The rest of the crew around her performed with brisk efficiency as trained, either at their battlestations or heading to retrieve more reports.

“Send the Mukhtiar’s and the Chargers towards them. The rest will remain around our Destroyers for defense. Divert a few Raptors to accompany them."

As her mid-sized vessels headed towards the TU5Ks, all ships and fighters firing when in range, the one small detail, the Chiss officer and her crew had missed was the War Droid, a seemingly insignificant hunk of metal among the awe-inspiring durasteel giants.

Summary of Actions and Fleet

FIV Assault, FIV Minotaur, FIV Gladiator and flanking ships now targeting heavy fire on the Itsukusk.
10 TIE Raptors from the 849A 'Valor' Class, Medium Frigates still screening Admiral Rausgeber and Captain Morro’s SDs.
Lost 12 of the 24 TIE Fighters from the Boneshatter Assault Frigate to return fire by the Incandescent Truth. Fighters returning to screen.
5 Mukhtiar-Anti Starfighter Corvettes, 6 Charger Corvettes and 10 TIE Raptors deployed and firing at [member="Dorn Skirata"]’s TU5Ks and fighters.
No interaction with the War Droid.

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 Itsukusk
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 Itsukusk
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 Itsukusk
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: Half of Raptors screening, half deployed at the TU5Ks and fighters
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: Half of Raptors screening, half deployed at the TU5Ks and fighters
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: Half of Raptors screening, half deployed at the TU5Ks and fighters
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: Half of Raptors screening, half deployed at the TU5Ks and fighters
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: Half of Raptors screening, half deployed at the TU5Ks and fighters
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: Firing upon the Itsukusk
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: Firing upon the Itsukusk
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: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

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: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

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: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

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: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

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: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

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 and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

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: Firing upon the Itsukusk

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: Firing upon the Itsukusk

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 and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

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: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

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: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

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: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

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: Deployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

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

eployed and firing upon the TU5Ks and fighters

lgmmrm · Dec 9, 2017

#teamalliance
L-49
Primary Objective: Dogfight the Starfighter Squadron currently engaging, Pull them close to the FO Fleet for Engaging.
Secondary Objective: Make Red Squadron Great Again
Allies: @Zanza Hijikata, @Jax Rhane,
Enemies: First Order, @[member='Varas Kyrel'], @[member='Kyrel Ren'], @[member='Vlannem Pox']
Theme: The Round Table
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"Incoming Fire, Break!"

Jarck and his two wingmates broke hard off of their current engagement, some of the enemy fire glancing Jarck's shields. Watching the barrage of proton torpedoes fly towards the bombers he was escorting, all he could do was recoil and turn away, Just in time to see Red Five just narrowly miss getting hit by a barrage of laser fire.

"Red Squadron, Continue to move towards those Destroyers, Trench Run Defense, repeat, Trench Run Defense."

The X-wings and A-wings started to pull up towards the Destroyers, getting as close to the hulls as possible, using the trenches and defensive terrain of the First Order star destroyers to make it hard for the F/O Fighters to get a clear shot, taking whatever snapshot they could. Neither fighter was the absolute best at defensive flying, but hopefully they were just good enough to fight off these TIEs. Apparently not all of the pilots were skilled enough. Out of the corner of his eye, Jarck could see Red Seven's X-wing hit by one of the Concussion missiles the TIEs had fired, sending sparks from the thrusters and disrupting his stabilizers.

"Five! Cover Seven, NOW!."

As the X-wing began to fly around erratically, the thrusters firing and stalling at inopportune times and the stabilizers and s-foils being rather unwieldy in their damaged states, Red Seven began to yell frantically over the comms,

"Ten! Where are you? I don't want to die!"

"Calm down, I'll escort you until you can Land. Can you make it to the hangar bay of one of these starfighters?"

"Yes! No! I don't think so. Gah!"

As one of the TIE Fighters started to engage the damaged X-wing, Jarck swooped down flying head-on towards Seven, changing course and unleashing his laser cannons at the last second. Too late, however, to see the second round of laser bursts from Adler Lead's TIE slam into Seven's fuselage. The X-wing trailed fire for several seconds before impacting the shields of one of the Star Destroyers, creating a small explosion and leaving smouldering wreckage.

Red Ten had to calm himself before he could get back into the fray. He'd lost allies, buddies, before, but this was the first time that he'd lost someone who was directly under his command. Reflexively dodging and evading any TIEs that came his way, thoughts of an uncharacteristic doubt entered this flyboy's mind. My Fault. My Fault. First time leading more than my own flight and someone dies on my watch. No, There's nothing I could've done. Like Hell there's nothing I could've done, I should've seen that TIE coming. No. Not my fault. Theirs. The First Order's. And you're going to pay them back tenfold. Jarck knew what he had to do now. They'd almost killed his wingman, and they'd killed one of the charges he was entrusted command of. No more.

He wasn't just going to fight back.

He was going to make the karking sithspawn pay.

Jarck opened an open comm and flashed a quick attention-grabbing message to the tail fighter, @[member='Vlannem Pox'], before taunting him loudly over the comms.

"Think 'yer some kind of hotshot? All this furball group dancing around here is boring me to tears. Care to Tango you unwieldy son of a Sith Harlot!?!?!"

Jarck started to track the Lead fighter and fly right towards him at full speed, firing a shot off the bow as he passes and turning around to enrage the pilot. This pilot was good, but Jarck was willing to wager he was better.

Duke Dyson · Dec 9, 2017

Jarck Rabsch said:
"Incoming Fire, Break!"

"Five! Cover Seven, NOW!."

"Ten! Where are you? I don't want to die!"

"Calm down, I'll escort you until you can Land. Can you make it to the hangar bay of one of these starfighters?"

"Yes! No! I don't think so. Gah!"

#teamalliance

Location: L,49
Objective: Assist the GA fleet, Engage FO ships
Action: Dogfighting
Allies: Galactic Alliance, Jarck Rabschhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/15986-jarck-rabsch/http://starwarsrp.net/user/15986-jarck-rabsch/, Zanza Hijikata, Decker Willo, Zark
Enemies: First Order, [member="Vlannem Pox"],
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The alarming cries of Red Squadron spluttered over the comms through in the midst of the ongoing engagement. The many voices going on at once made it difficult to get the message clear so it was vaguely deciphered in key words but it was enough to know that they were indeed pinned bad. They weren't going to make it unless the extra cover was provided. It was not his place and he would have his Squadron Leader to answer back to if he just broke off. Looking on the scope, Jax looked to see who was nearby to offer support. "I'm going in to help them. Rogues three and seven, cover my flank." He said with a sheer look of determination in his eyes as his hands tightened around the yoke.

They certainly were safer defending the fleet from enemy fire up on the surface but they mirrored his own confidence. "Copy, six. We're right behind you." Both pilots replied in unison without a hint of wandering hesitance.

They would all see hell for this later and it was more than likely that Jax would only get it further for putting his wing mates in peril but that was all too easy. Making it out alive was the goal and the fact they were about to engage the enemy TIES interfering with the blockade was a suicide all on his own. It would be easy enough to let them do their job while he dealt with the lower scum. Pilots who quickly succumbed towards the enemy fire, no. It was far too easy. Jax wanted a challenge. Powering up his thrusters, he charged forward towards the ensuing dogfight below. Rogues three and seven followed not too far behind his rear.

Zark San Tekka · Dec 9, 2017

Command Deck, Supercarrier The Itsukusk
Alliance Battle Line, Hex L-49

Supreme Commander, the enemy fortifications are far too thick already, Zark telepathically projected his thoughts into the minds of the bridge crew. This far into the Jedi Master's meditative trance, it was far simpler than speaking aloud and every bit of his concentration counted at this point. But he was still this ship's executive officer, Nemo Ven's second in command, At this rate not enough of our starfighters will make it through to their target to effect serious harm.

"Yes, so it seems," the Mon Cal answered him aloud, and if was disturbed by his second's unusual method of communication he showed no outward sign. He may be no expert, but Ven had been serving alongside Jedi for the better part of his esteemed military career, "Order all attack groups to break off, discretionary runs on targets of opportunity as they egress. We need to make it look convincing."

Sir? the Jedi Master inquired, although it took him a few seconds. With so much of his focus devoted elsewhere, it was difficult to maintain any kind of awareness of his surroundings at all, much less keep up with the highly complex functions of every station and spoken command across the massive command deck of the Alliance supercarrier. His spirit form paced alongside the Supreme Commander, allowing him an awareness of critical information as it came in, and the muscle memory of an adult lifetime serving aboard starships filled in the rest.

The only one aware of his presence wore a serene expression on her face as she quietly infused his connection to the Force with the strength of her own. Perhaps it was simply his imagination, or the cost of holding influence over so many minds at one time, but he suspected that there was a slight hint of consternation in her otherwise inscrutable visage. Perhaps she felt that he was overreaching, or perhaps he was simply projecting his own insecurities about how far his mind right now.

"Textbook response," the Supreme Commander marveled quietly to himself as he gazed up at the holodisplay readout, shaking his head, "Their arrogance may very well be their downfall after all. Inform Dirigible captains they are go for seek and destroy operations."

You expected the Imperials to counter with their escort ships, Zark realized at last, You wanted to draw them out.

"They have in every previous engagement during the first war," Ven nodded, "We bring starfighters, they bring anti-fighter support. When you don't like the rules, you change the game."

The Dirigible-class corvette had been designed as an answer to the very problem the Supreme Commander had just been talking about. Well armed, fast, and difficult to hit with a low sensor profile that allowed them to close on targets while avoiding most long range fire, the Dirigibles were designed to do only one thing. Hunt and destroy enemy corvettes and frigates. With close range rapid fire turbolaser cannons, the corvettes hunted in packs to overwhelm enemy defenses and cripple smaller escorts before their allies could respond.

"Sir, ships throughout the First Order fleet are redirecting target locks onto the Itsukusk!"

"Brace for impact," Nemo called out loudly but calmly, taking precautionary hold of a jury rigged Alliance display bolted onto the battle altar.

He needn't have bothered. Despite the wholly awesome firepower hammering into the Alliance flagship right now, even to the point of overwhelming its shields and impacted onto its outer hull, the sheer amount of armor and bulkheads between them and the First Order barrage made the impacts seem distant, because by any other standard they were. The bridge quaked softly as if they were experiencing a mild tectonic event, but nothing more, and yet the Supreme Commander knew how much those quakes translated to in terms of enemy emplacements, and in his mind he was running calculations on how much more they could take at this rate.

Our capital guns are likewise not penetrating their defensive formation.

"No, they are not," the Mon Cal agreed with his executive's telepathic observation, and even with as much difficulty as he was having processing his own personal frame of reference right now, the Jedi could tell that this development genuinely seemed to frustrated his commanding officer.

Then we should help the others make a hole in that formation, the vice admiral reasoned, his shadow form only visible to other Force adepts gazing upwards at the same holodisplay as the other senior officers while nearby his corporeal form stood nearby with eyes closed and chanting a mantra that will allow him to keep focusing on so much at once.

"I can always rely on you for the direct approach. Inform the Axiom, targets designate FIV Bombard and Devastator. If the First Order wants to die over this...'hill' they've constructed then we will oblige them."

"Supreme Commander, we're having difficulty gaining target locks on designated targets," a report came from one of the outer station pits, "That hostile interdiction station is deploying mass electronic countermeasures."

"Contact the captain of the ANS Nerfherder, point to point," Ven ordered his crew immediately, "Tell them to spool up their e-war arrays and counterpaint that station!"

At only one hundred meters long, the array of sensor jammers and distortion projectors aboard the GR-90E transport were far less powerful than what was likely aboard Station Triaxis. But while the station was attempting to spread its jamming field across their battle line, the Nerfherder was only targeting one thing, Triaxis. And unlike Allied Command's turbolaser batteries and heavy warhead launchers, it had no difficulties penetrating the First Order battle group.

They seek to annihilate us at last, Zark let the thought slip, having greater and greater difficulty distinguishing himself from the whole.

"They wish to test our resolve. How many lives will their Supreme Leader's petulant tantrum over an Alliance unbroken in peace cost on both sides? Do they truly see such terrorism as justice?"

They do.

The Mon Cal's eyes narrowed, "Then we will make them regret it."

Allied Command

Ship Name: The Itsukusk Ship Class: Supercarrier (Flagship) Shield / Hull: 4100/4700
Hangar: 42 Squadrons (7 Wings). 10 Sprite-class X-Wing Squadrons. 15 CF10 Crossfire Squadrons. 10 A-Wing Squadrons. 5 D-Wing Squadrons. 1 X-83 TwinTail Squadron. 1 Dauntless-class X-Wing Squadron.
Actions: Holding position just within standard weapons range. Firing on FIV Devastator.

Ship Name: ANS Axiom Ship Class: Citadel-Class Star Defender Shield / Hull: 1800/1800
Hangar: 3 Squadrons. 1 Sprite-class X-Wing Squadron. 1 A-Wing Squadron. 1 D-Wing Squadron.
Actions: Holding position just within standard weapons range. Firing on FIV Bombard.

Ship Name: ANS Remember Eriadu Ship Class: Essex-class Starfighter Killer Shield / Hull: 120/120
Hangar: -
Actions: Flanking the Itsukusk.

Ship Name: ANS Rivers of Arbra Ship Class: Essex-class Starfighter Killer Shield / Hull: 120/120
Hangar: -
Actions: Flanking the Itsukusk.

Ship Name: ANS Rancor Claw Ship Class: Dirigible-class Corvette Shield / Hull: 70/70
Hangar: -
Actions: Advancing and firing on FIV Firestorm.

Ship Name: ANS Loth Cat Ship Class: Dirigible-class Corvette Shield / Hull: 70/70
Hangar: -
Actions: Advancing and firing on FIV Firestorm.

Ship Name: ANS Righteous Sword Ship Class: Dirigible-class Corvette Shield / Hull: 70/70
Hangar: -
Actions: Advancing and firing on FIV Inflictor.

Ship Name: ANS Rebel Yell Ship Class: Dirigible-class Corvette Shield / Hull: 70/70
Hangar: -
Actions: Advancing and firing on FIV Inflictor.

Ship Name: ANS Inalienable Ship Class: Dirigible-class Corvette Shield / Hull: 70/70
Hangar: -
Actions: Advancing and firing on FIV Restoration.

Ship Name: ANS Nerfherder Ship Class: GR-90E Transport Shield / Hull: 100/100
Hangar: -
Actions: Flanking the Itsukusk. Counter ECM on Station Triaxis.

Attack Group Aurek
1 Sprite-class X-Wing Fighter Squadron
1 Dauntless-class X-Wing Elite Fighter Squadron
2 CF10 Crossfire Fighter Squadrons
1 A-Wing Interceptor Squadron
1 D-Wing Fast Bomber Squadron
Actions: Breaking off on Triaxis attack run, firing on FIV Conqueror before retreating back towards Alliance lines.
Status: 80%

Attack Group Besh
1 Sprite-class X-Wing Fighter Squadron
2 CF10 Crossfire Fighter Squadrons
1 A-Wing Interceptor Squadron
2 D-Wing Fast Bomber Squadrons
Actions: Breaking off on Triaxis attack run, firing on FIV Conqueror before retreating back towards Alliance lines.
Status: 72%

Attack Group Cresh
1 Sprite-class X-Wing Fighter Squadron
2 CF10 Crossfire Fighter Squadrons
1 A-Wing Interceptor Squadron
1 D-Wing Fast Bomber Squadron
Actions: Breaking off on Triaxis attack run, firing on FIV Interceptor before retreating back towards Alliance lines.
Status: 75%

Attack Group Dorn
1 Sprite-class X-Wing Fighter Squadron
2 CF10 Crossfire Fighter Squadrons
1 A-Wing Interceptor Squadron
1 D-Wing Fast Bomber Squadron
Actions: Breaking off on Triaxis attack run, firing on FIV Arrest before retreating back towards Alliance lines.
Status: 83%

Attack Group Esk
1 Sprite-class X-Wing Fighter Squadron
2 CF10 Crossfire Fighter Squadrons
1 A-Wing Interceptor Squadron
1 D-Wing Fast Bomber Squadron
Actions: Breaking off on Triaxis attack run, firing on FIV Minotaur before retreating back towards Alliance lines.
Status: 77%

Intercept Group One
3 Sprite-class X-Wing Fighter Squadrons
2 CF10 Crossfire Fighter Squadrons
3 A-Wing Interceptor Squadrons
1 X83 TwinTail Elite Fighter Squadron
Actions: Defensive screen directly in front of Allied Command battle lines.
Status: 100%

Intercept Group Two
3 Sprite-class X-Wing Fighter Squadrons
3 CF10 Crossfire Fighter Squadrons
3 A-Wing Interceptor Squadrons
Actions: Defensive formations on either flank of the Itsukusk.
Status: 100%

Summary of Actions

Attack Groups Aurek through Esk break off attack run on Station Triaxis, picking targets instead among the First Order fleet before retreating back towards Alliance battle lines.
Attack Groups Aurek and Besh strafe the FIV Conqueror. [member="Robogeber"]
Attack Groups Cresh and Dorn strafe FIV Interceptor and Arrest, respectively. [member="Dako Asturo"]
Attack Group Esk strafes the FIV Minotaur. [member="Morro"]
Dirgible-class corvettes advance to perform anti-corvette/frigate pack hunting operations against Imperial ships drawn out by the attacking and then retreating fighter screen.
ANS Ranclow Claw and Loth Cat target FIV Firestorm. ANS Righteous Sword and Rebel Yell target FIV Inflictor. ANS Inalienable targets FIV Restoration. [member="Robogeber"]
The Itsukusk fires on the FIV Devastator and the ANS Axiom fires on the FIV Bombard. [member="Robogeber"]
GR-90E electronic warfare transport begins counter-jamming Station Triaxis.

Coren Starchaser · Dec 9, 2017

Location: Space, finally
Allies: GA, Light Side, life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness [member="Aryn Teth"]
Enemies: FO, Civilian murders, death, slavery, and the pursuit of terror @Seiger Ren

Commander Starchaser. That always had a nice ring to it. Coren was making waves already, being back and throwing himself intot he enemy fire always did tend to help. Sure, he was out assisting the ORC from time to time, and knew he’d sure as hell have to toss a favor to the Mandos, Confederacy, and the Silvers. Where was the Alliance when they fell, anyway? He was going to need to do some research.

But first things first. Firefight.

The trick was that he was following the General known as Teth, and he didn’t know the man from anyone. But he had a feeling, there was something about this pilot that just screamed that he and Coren would get along well. Coren had an understanding of what the Executioner was, flagship of the First Order, massive world ending destroyer. Yeah, that was going to need to be taken down. And if they could take down most of the crew with it? Why the hell not, right? Still, he was pushed back into the seat as he jumped the throttle and spun the fighter.

Shields lit up against the incoming laser fighter. Coren shook it off and his Rassilon flight pulled in closer, as the Exalt flight made some space between the pair and zipped down and away, flanking maneuvers. Coren and his pilots had flown together for the better part of a decade, they could do many things without even speaking. Sure, maybe it was Force assisted, as many of the pilots in Warbird Wing were from some Force family or another. The Exalts were going to jump into the fray and do what they could to shock and surprise some of the First Order pilots.

Was it a garbage tactic? Not in Coren’s book.

“Ardellian. Take point, get us a hole.” He ordered as he slipped his fighter to the right of the blue-and-black Rassilon. Reaching out into the Force, he linked himself to his small flight, and further off, he could feel Aryn in the Force.

And further from that? Darkness. Good.

He grinned, a dark grin, a ready grin. “Feel that out there, Teth?” He called to the other pilot. Once they closed in, the rest of the fighter squad that he had under his control would break off, as for the rest? They weren’t his monkeys. But getting the fight to go somewhere else? That was smart. Then he could land and get to work.

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