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Location: The Devestator, Ord Radama Objective: Secure the Devestator Allies: TRE, [member="Vrak Nashar"] Enemies: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]
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Listening closely to the holocomm, Rakosh's eye-receptors on his mask lit up. He quickly turned, taking out a datapad and sending a message to his second in command on his ship. Before, Vrak had finished the call, it was sent and Rakosh gave him a nod. Intrigued by what he had in mind. A short nod, left his head facing his fellow Sith Pureblood. "I suggest we hurry. I doubt we will be able to hold that ammount of force of for long enough for us to get out of here." He claimed.
He nodded as the Sith Lord gestured for Rakosh to proceed. He closed his eyes for a minute, inhaling the air through his nostrils. An aftertaste sticking in his mouth, though he continued through the door. The walls dripping with water on either side, nature seemed to have claimed this part of the ship.
Though above the surface of the atmosphere of Ord Radama, Rakosh's Hydra-Class Destroyer seemed to take various hits from the opponent's fleet. The ship's hangar doors sprung open, revealing:
The ships, leaving the hangar and heading directly for the enemies. There course was set to hit the larger ships, head on. Acting as suicide-pilots, mostly being remote-controlled. Though, some loyal enough to surrender their lives for the cause. Though, some vessels seemed to crash into the approaching bombers and such. Though, with luck some would reach the larger ships in the fleet. Along with this, the Destroyer's weak armaments would begin to fire at the opponent. The ship turning onto his side with the bottom of the ship facing the opposing fleet. Attempting to draw all of the fire, making itself as big as possible.
At the end of the day, this ship was expendable to Rakosh. He didn't care.
They continued through the room in search of what they had came here for.
S E R E N N O - Shield Gate [member="Alkor Centaris"]
This was nothing but child's play.
Swing once and dodge. Wash, rinse, and repeat the process. Wholly and utterly boring in each and every way. However, that didn't stop Judas from getting quite worked up. Irritation and frustration flushed his skin, muscles and jaw grew taut in a slowly unfurling fit of rage. Behind the phrikite muzzle of a black dog, he bared his own canines in a primal taunt of his own - seeing as this shaggy haired invader had some penchant for licking his own teeth. To each his own.
The guttural snarl that erupted from his esophagus was the only telltale sign of his charge.
His tremendous legs propelled his hefty frame forward, swinging the Betrayer in a wide-arc cleaving motion once again.
Straight for center mass, as the master had always taught.
Location: Space
Objective: Board TRE vessel
Allies: Dominion and Friends
Enemies: TRE and Co.
Tyris quickly sat down into one of the many chairs on the vessel and harnessed himself in. The ship had a small armory, with various assorted weaponry, tyris would go with close quarters weaponry for this, SMGs Shotguns, various grenades, this would be quite fun. The question of who else would be coming on this mission was met with a bit of laughter from Tyris.
"Only us i'm afraid, well, us and a few fleet marines. Everyone else will be busy dealing with whatever set off that alarm. This is going to be tough, but i have no doubt in our ability to at the very least get the job done, whether or not we live to tell the tale is a different story." He said.
Getting across the battle would be difficult, hopefully the shuttle could slip through unnoticed, if they couldnt, they would have quite the problem. Ideally they could break into the star destroyer through the weakly armed rear of the ship. That way they would not just be blasted out of the sky. This was a standard boarding operation, the dread guard would be supported by various other fleet marines, their main purpose was to get them to the bridge, but Tyris did not expect them to last long, they would not last a second against a true sith lord. They did not know that though, they were about as naive as they got. If they somehow survived they would have quite the story to tell though, that was certain.
The boarding pods launched for the hostile ships, attempting to attach themselves to the hostile vessels and then releasing their cargo into the halls. It was by no means pleasant, especially to the people inside the pods, but it would work well enough. They would infiltrate through the enlisted mens barracks, they were weakly armored relative to the rest of the ship, so they were the best place to cut through. If they had been droids they could just crash through the hull, but sadly, the republic did not use many battle droids, so they would need to cut through manually.
The flak out in space was intense, they lost a few pods on the way to the vessel, but enough would make it through, many were empty decoys, designed to waste enemy ammunition and buy the real ones time to break through, the AI was rather stressed out, but she really sohuldn't have been, she would just return to her home server. Tyris would be dead. There would be no returning from that.
"Chance of death is up to 69.253625%," she said.
"I know" he replied.
Tyris had spent far too many years knowing of the risks of death. He came to terms with it long ago, many of his colleagues had not had enough time to come to terms with that yet. Everyone must at one point, no use in living forever if you live it fearing your own death, accept the chance that you might die, and you can truly die in peace. It was a sad thought, but a necessary one.
Eventually the pods latched to the desired area of the ship and then began cutting through, they had lost 5 pods, two of them were empty, droid piloted. Tyris unharnessed himself and began loading up. He already had his revolver, but that was just a sidearm. He took a shotgun, an SMG, and plentiful amounts of ammunition. He also grabbed an EMP grenade, two flash bangs, and a Thermal detonator. He would probably not need the grenades, but it never hurt to have them.
"Load up, its only a matter of time before those torches cut through." he said to his companion.
The force push picked up the Cathar's prone form and hurled him backward into the bulkhead. Back met durasteel with the unsettling sound of impact. The air nearly left Thengil's lungs and the lightsaber hilt fell from his hands, rolling away across the deck. Dropping to his feet, Thengil bared his fangs and savagely ripped away both helmet and what remained of his Zero G suit in a hideous display of heedless strength. The armorweave underlay he wore beneath the suit had dissipated the worst of the blaster bolts from before, but the sites of impact ached with fresh bruises.
Thengil reared up, straightening to his full height. His braided mane swung with the motion of his head as he looked between the approaching foe and the rest of the bridge crew. The air about him bled with a sickening malaise, the sort to turn those without the Force sheet-white and slick their skin with feverish sweat.
Yellow eyes narrowed, flicking between Adron and the rest of the crew.
"Do you care for them?" Growled the Sith, slightly breathless.
Both gauntleted paws rose. Lightning leapt forth from splayed fingers. Strands from the right paw crackled toward Malvern, while those from the left sizzled at several members of the bridge crew still at their stations. The distance between the targets was not small. Malvern would not be able to block both. Either those directly behind him would fall before the Sith's spite, or those crewman standing several meters to his right would.
Location: Serenno Objective: Break Expensive Things Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Vraukt"] | [member="Charlyra Araano"] | [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Caid Centurion"] Broski: [member="Aria Vale"] | [member="Maleagant"] Enemies: [member="The Voidwalker"] Equipment: In bio | Force Disperser makes her look like a NFU By the time Aver had caught up to her squad, she’d passed half a dozen cooling security corpses. So much for that garrison. The lack of a defensive force was putting her on edge – the whole place was too quiet for comfort. Still, she’d dismantled bigger fortresses than this, with fewer people to boot. Nether, she and [member="Loray Tares"] had taken down the whole of Centax on their lonesome. A few of her team split off to clean up some stragglers, while the merc herself headed after the muffled shots of a blaster pistol. Double Trouble had arrived, just pushing past the last bulkhead when Aver rejoined them. “The kark is who?” She craned a single eyebrow, turning her head halfway towards Maleagant. “The room’s fething empty, stripes. Guessing staring at all those monitors has done gone fried your eyesight.” With a gesture, Aver sent the remainder of her squad into the room – the rearranged tables were enough cause for suspicion. They would sweep it for traps, and if anything so much as blinked, well-trained trigger fingers would dump full-auto fire into the poor sod who twitched. Nothing. She frowned. Odd. Oh, well. With a shrug, she ordered her people to set charges on the blast door at the other end of the room. Everyone found cover, someone squeezed a button, and the gates went BOOM And boy, did the smoke wrap mighty strange around something in the middle of the room. A person-shaped something. As promised, the soldiers delivered the gunfire, aiming to erase the figure before it could even move. And Aver? Well, Aver had other business to attend to. Having taken cover outside the mess hall proper, it took but an easy reconfiguration of the VF to live camo, and then a virtually invisible mercenary slithered into the room. Her target? Move through the obliterated door while her people dealt with the cloaked bastard. It was time to put the generator out of the game for good.
Alkor could taste the malice as it writhed around the hulking mass of man. He had only seen one, wide arcing slash, but it was enough to gauge the relative strength and quickness of his foe. Amplified by the darkness, this man had a great deal of destructive potential.
But the birthright of size and strength coupled with sheer rage was only intimidating to the untrained. Alkor heard the guttural warcry resonate just before the giant threw himself headlong toward the smaller Jen'jidai. His body did not flinch out of the way as it had previously.
Instead, the complex web of intense and negative emotions he had spun imbued his muscle with inhuman ability, and in the seconds that his foe charged, he dipped at blinding speed.
The Betrayer swung mightily over him, the telltale crackle of sinister lightning emanating from its frame. It moved with such immense speed that it almost seemed equal to the Force imbued quickness that Alkor himself had called upon.
As the greatsword drifted past, the Dark Jedi's blade whipped upward, and it raked toward the shins of his adversary, still barreling toward him. Depending on the nature of the armor, it was plausible that the man might find himself a double amputee-
But given how his blade had gotten caught up the first time around, Alkor had anticipated that the weapon would be largely ineffectual, and so, as the man would plow into his lightsaber, he tugged upward toward the ceiling in an attempt to force the man to faceplant.
Which would make the next surface his Sith Sword touched very likely his own armor.
The Imperial Fleet was taking the brunt of the Dominion fleet's damage. Of course, both Vraukt and the Grand Moff had known that would be the result as they took up their battle positions. Vraukt's crimson orbs followed the tactical map, though the closer they got to the front of the battle, the more intense the flashing colours were through the viewport up ahead. For a moment, it was almost as if there was a brief pause, and then silence.
A moment later, an explosive force passed through the entirety of the surrounding fleets. The Dominion and Imperial Navies had certainly taken much of the shockwave, shielding the vast majority of the Resurgent Empire's forces, several of the Strike Cruisers having their trajectories slightly changed, while the Bridge of the Crimson Dawn had bridge officers almost thrown from their chairs.
"Acquiring targets, my Lord!"
Vraukt spotted a channel through the Imperial Fleet and to the Dominion Fleet.
"Target the unshielded Cruiser."
A combination of long-range and medium ranged turbolasers rotated to the fore of the ship, before firing.
The first shots from the Crimson Dawn erupted, crimson bolts lashed out as if the destruction of the unshielded ship would sate its hunger. The Dominion Fleet had suffered greatly from the exploding ship, and had thus freed up the incoming Resurgent Fleet to crash upon them like wave on beach.
"Strike Cruisers fill the gaps of the Imperial Vanguard - Support their Destroyers. Terminus' focus fire on the unshielded Dominion Cruiser."
A pause.
"Send forth two of the Centurions," he ordered. The ships were fairly large, despite being old, but the Sith Knight had an idea for them nevertheless. "Target this ship." It was another of one of the Dominion's Heavy Assault Cruisers. "Tractor beams lock on - Drag it in front of the INV Pellaeon." If the Imperials were going to lead the attack, the Resurgent Forces had to serve a purpose - and this purpose was to force feed the Imperial Navy more ships to decimate. The tractor beams of the two larger ships worked to pull the Heavy Cruiser out of its position and into an ample firing arc for the Super Star Destroyer. At least, that was the plan that the Sith Knight had.
Bridge of cedrics wrath
[member="Adron Malvern"]
[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]
She ran As fast as she could, she saw the door nearing as she used the force to force it open, there she was greeted with a sight of lightning headingfor the crew and adron
The world slowed down, least to her it did, her light saber activated as she could hear her heart beating...thump thump....thump thump. She got under the lightning a few bits hitting her causing her to tense as she screamed in pain.
However her blade would now be guarding the crew...sending lightning back...her form smoking from taking the little bit of lightning, however she held strong as she stood growling as her force signature would.grow larger and dark...she was hoping a two front attack would put this kitty out of the fight for good
Location Serenno
Objective defend against ground forces
Allies Dominion [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"]
enemies TRE
She kept a neutral expression while [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"] spoke, she did not fear death, and the pain she had suffered during her life made her no stranger to the wounds that could be inflicted upon her. "I will try, my slugs will be a protective web over them, and just like a mother spider i seem to have many children" Looking through her scope again she could see the battle raging above, non doubt the shield gate would fall soon and the ground battle would start. "But just like the children of a spider, I still expect most will perish before the day is done, but those that will survive will become stronger because of the trail, just like myself". She loaded a magazine into her APARMk1, sliding the bolt back as a 0.57 caliber anti-amour was loaded into the chamber. "Might i ask what you are planning to do [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"], in-case you require my assistance"?
Location: Aboard Cedric's Wrath Objective: Combat the enemy boarder while still trying to hold the blockade Allies: [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"] Enemies: TRE & Allies [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Vraukt"]
His initial attack being a success Adron flourished his blade slowly while staring at the feline.
I cannot fight him and command this ship by myself... The Count mused, worried about the effects this fight could have on his fleet. As the Cather attempted to recover a thought popped into the man's head. He tapped his commlink on the side of his head, setting it to the ship's open frequency. "AXIOS, are you online?" Adron waited a moment before the ship's AI system responded through the headset. "Yes, My lord, how may I be of assistance?"
Adron wished a moment of celebration could have been gifted, but there was no such luck. His spent time had given the Cathar all of the recovery he needed to be back on his feet, glaring at the Count and his men. "AXIOS, I need a status update on the battle outside!" He rushed, watching as the feline raised it's paws, aimed for Adron and his men. A loud clap sounded over the bridge as the Sith forced lightning to spring from his hands, one stream aimed for the desk crews behind Adron, another aimed for Adron himself and the officer's behind him.
There was no time to truly make a decision, and as the Captain of his ship and Count of Serenno Adron had but one true choice. Though it pained him.
Focusing the Force into his legs he would leap out of the way, allowing the stream of Force Lightning to impact the soldiers behind him. As his feet connected with the ground once again the Count would hold his arms out to the Cathar, tapping into the nether of the Force.
This time it would be no kinetic wave to surround the beast, this time Adron called upon The Force to crush the Cathar's throat, hoping at least to stun the beast enough for it to be properly subdued. Glancing out of the corner of his eye Adron saw that Anya had made it to the bridge and was under the threat of the Force lightning. This only worked to anger Adron further, forcing him to dip into anger and hate for the source of his power.
"My Lord." The metallic voice of the AXIOS program rang into his ear once again. "The secondary enemy fleet has used the recent explosion to their advantage. They are currently firing on our unshielded Veridian cruiser. Also they have moved two of their own cruisers into position and are attempting to force another of our ships towards their fleet. Orders?"
Adron was far too furious and far too distracted for logical thought, regardless he tried his best to formulate a battle plan under such conditions. "The Lancer's should be charged, order them to fire on one of the Sith cruisers, order all other ships to open fire on the secondary cruiser. All fighters, refit and redeploy to defend our flagship!" He yelled back. A moment passed and the Count worried if the ship AI would be able to analyze and relay the orders he had given.
"Acknowledged." The AXIOS responded.
As if clockwork the Dominion fleet received it's orders and acted accordingly. While the damaged Viridian cruiser took a beating from the Sith fleet the remaining Cruiser's, along with Cedric's Wrath began to fire on the primary Centurion-Class Battlecruiser. The Viridian Cruiser being pulled by the tractor beams resisted as best it could, yet it was slowly being drug from the safety of The Dominion lines.
The Lancer-class Cruiser's slowly drifted back out from the safety of Cedric's Wrath, their Heavy Proton Beams charged once again. As soon as they were in position each one would let off a shocking blast towards the secondary Centurion-Class Battlecruiser. Adron maintained his hold on the Cathar, sensing the lives being lost aboard his Viridian escort ship. Hold on just a little longer....please! He pleaded in his mind.
Republic Fleet: Cedric's Wrathx1 AXIOS Operational, Systems attempting recovery, Primary shield failing, Fighters Refitting Lancer Class Cruiserx3 Firing, Fighters Refitting Veridian class Heavy Assault Cruiserx4 1x Shields/engines failed. CRITICAL CONDITION, 1x Resisting Tractor Beam. 3x Firing on Secondary Centurion-Cruiser, 4x Fighters Refitting Myriad-class-corvettex4 Firing on Secondary Centurion-Cruiser
The room flashed with iridescent blues and purples from the strands of spitting lightning. The tendrils hissed through the air, like a chorus of electric eels. Those that struck crew members sent the bodies flying backward. The coruscating threads reflected in Thengil's pitiless eyes.
Perhaps if not for the aura of uneasiness exuding from the bands securing the Cathar's braids Adron's attempt might have been more successful. Thengil felt a pressure on his throat, a sure grip, but not a throttling one. Malvern's attention, thrice divided between fighting the enfeebling aura afflicting his concentration, choking the Sith, and commanding his ship, was too unfocused.
The female human returned to the fray, meeting his lightning with her lightsaber and doubling it back on him. Thengil's gauntlets, constructs of alchemy, functioned in the same manner as a Sith sword. They greedily drank up the voltage offered unto them, storing the energy within the alloy for when he next struck.
Ri'Shajirr ceased his deluge of lightning. In two swift bounds he crossed the distance between himself and [member="Adron Malvern"], whilst the human gave orders into the headset, Thengil's purpose twofold: to engage the human with tooth and claw; and to put Malvern's body between himself and the female.
Launching a left punch toward the spot where shoulder pauldron met breastplate, Thengil pulled it at the last second and came around with his right paw instead, claws extended. He sought to rake them across the human's exposed face. The claws would leave deep furrows should they strike, ensconced as they were in the alchemical alloy of the gauntlet. But it was the devaronian blood poison with which the claws were impregnated that Malvern should truly fear. They say the mere touch against bare flesh is enough to send a warrior to his knees in agony...
Allies: The Resurgent Sith Empire & Friends, [member="Vraukt"], [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Aver Brand"] Enemies: The Dominion & Friends, [member="Lucien Galtier"], [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Arisa Yune"] Objective: Obliterate the Dominion, Show off the shiny new flagship Fleet:
His head was aching, when he opened his eyes he could see nothing but spots obscuring his vision. But the strangest thing had to be the cool, almost tranquil feeling that seemed to soothe all over his body, and it took several seconds for him to realize that he was no longer on the bridge of the star dreadnought, instead he was floating in a bacta tank in the officer's medical bay still located in the command tower.
Graf's eyes had cleared up when he realized that he was breathing through a mask, as standard when a patient was submerged in bacta gel. "Sir, you were rendered unconscious by striking your head on a computer terminal after the Emperor's Fist's hypermatter reactor was detonated. The commander has taken over in your stead. But there is something that you must be made aware of..." A 2-1B medical droid informed the Grand Moff, strutting up to the bacta tank to check the man's vitals then looking at the helpless Imperial.
"..." was all he could muster, he could hear the words sounding in his head, but his voice was mysteriously broken. 'What is it!?!?' He yelled in his head, and it was as if his eyes were speaking to the droid, it spoke. "Sir, your left forearm was electrocuted irreparably; We had to separate it before it could endanger the rest of your body." It revealed. Tanomas held up his left hand only to see that there was no hand, his breathing started becoming erratic, he felt his heart racing, like it was trying to escape his scarred chest.
"Sir, please calm down." the 2-1B requested several times, before proceeding to administer a sedative into the bacta tank. His last memory before losing consciousness again was the kind face of his deceased wife.
Commander Keteris had taken her position at the front of the bridge after the Grand Admiral had been taken to the medical bay by a small contingent of novatroopers. While her experience was not as veteran as her superior's own, she was still quite the strategist; Why else would she be the second-in-command of the most powerful warship in the Galactic Empire?
"Report on the Dominion fleet." She demanded, not wasting another moment on something other than the battle. "Two of their corvettes were thrown into the planetary shield, their assault cruiser is critical; the Sith are attacking it at the moment. The primary shielding of their command ship has been demolished, scanners are picking up a back-up shield activating." A bridge technician disclosed, turning his gaze to the Commander.
"Very well, cease fire and inform gunnery to prepare for a barrage. Have the fore armament section target their line of proton-cannon ships, get the hypervelocity guns to batter that shield, and make sure the rest of our weapons are firing on the command battlecruiser." She authorized, snapping her fingers. Deep within the bowels of the super star destroyer, dozens of gunnery officers barked at their crews; "HOLD FIRE FOR MAXIMUM EFFECT!". Slowly but surely, the sporadic firing of turbolasers and ion cannons ceased from the massive flagship.
On the exterior, the guns rearranged themselves to face their specified targets, not one of them letting loose their deadly payload. "FIRE!" She roared; and at once did a sea of green and blue energy erupt from the super star destroyer, almost as bright as the explosion earlier, charging for their adversaries at impressive speeds. Some would impact, some would not, while following them would be the multiple white radiant slugs ejected from the HVCs and the purple proton torpedoes.
Summary of Actions -
INV Pellaeon firing for maximum effect at the Dominion's command ship, Lancer cruisers, and planetary shield.
Grand Admiral Tanomas Graf has been injured and is unable to lead the fleet; Commander Keteris has taken his place for the time being.
No use...whatever armor this warrior had on it just soaked the redirect like water and a sponge, she cursed to herself as she panted feeling her muscles twitch from the voltage she had absorbed
However this wasn't the worry, she watched the cathar bound forward, she moved quickly having gravity at her advantage now, she pushed adron from the attack as she watched the claws come at her from the right...instead of adrons face they collided with hers as she felt a sensation of fire....fire worse then she had ever
but she wasn't left with tricks...in a large bit of rage, her hand extended out towards the cathar fire leaping from it going straight for his face in a cone like fashion ...with the distance it would be hard to dodge
Either way she would fall and scream in pure agony a hand holding her face as she tried pushing herself away feeling sound and her sight grow blurry
The Matador extended one hand, coming to a halt as three blaster bolts fired outward towards him. The ground beneath his metal feet was torn and chunks of dirt and thick plots of wet muck scattered across the multiple bodies around him. The Matador called upon the force, extending his hand outward and using his power to redirect the multiple shots fired towards him with his hand. In the other hand he spun around his Axe, effortlessly carving through another undead warrior. He didn't take into account their forms or species, they were simply opponents. The three shots weren't headed directly for his opponents, but fond their mark scoring ground and trees to each others side.
The Matador used the momentum of his swing to bring his weapon around into both hands, and charged forward with his weapon in both hands. He used his opponents running momentum against her, holding his weapon with both hands on the bottom for maximum range, using the force to increase his increase his speed tenfold to a blinding speed.
They flooded into engineering with her at the lead. The first two targets took a controlled pair to the head, destroying their faces. As their bodies fell she stepped over them and then caught her own welcome present to the chest. She roared as the round smashed her armor and her companion Velenor Fett shoved her into the wall sideways and out of the lane of fire.
His own rifle put down the last insurrectionist.
She grabbed his belt and hauled herself to her feet, checking the damage. No penetration, but it left a dent and crack and it hurt bad.
"Broken rib probably. No time for treatment, put the medpacks away."
She clicked her comms.
There was no response from the bridge.
"Alkor is busy? Not like him."
"Either that or some-things amiss. Proceed to phase two anyways. Squads report."
"One moving in to position."
"Two up."
"Three in tow."
"Acknowledged, hold blocking positions, let no one aboard Also feth the crew. We're Mando'ade, not murderers. Bag and tie em'. Throw em off the boat into another hangar. Give them at least a chance to survive."
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"My squad on me, prep shock charges."
They fell in, snapping the timers of the charges that were affixed to their combat harnesses. Alleria sheathed her pistol and rammed a fresh magazine of rounds into her rifle, slamming the bolt forwards. Foot falls thundered once more as her squad exited the side of the vessel into the wide hangar of the shield gate.
That's when they caught sight of Alkor and Judas.
"Holy feth!"
She reached up and slapped her comrades rifle down.
"Ignore them. That's not our fight Ner Vod. Set the charges, go, go, go!"
They fanned out, keeping an eye on the two and began to set charges in critical control points. Circuitry, main power relays and anything sensitive looking was tagged and bagged. As they finished she stepped back and lifted her rifle just a bit. They were ten meters behind the duelling pair.
"Does he need help ya think?"
"He's in command, if he need's help he'll ask for it. Squads two and three, prep for possible med operations. One Fire up the main drives and plot a straight course for the surface."
"Aye Skymarshall."
"Fireworks?"
"Do it."
They backed up, footing sure and slow. As they retreated towards the one good airlock of the vessel her second hit the button, igniting a cascade of first blue sparks and then explosions that blossomed throughout the frame of the hangar, and travelled up numerous pipes and conduits. From the outside it would look like the shield gate ring was spitting a beautiful array of purple, green and blue fire....
Skyfighters lock down ship
Skyfighters dump POW's in a separate hangar
Those shock charges finally go boom boom
Wrote this real fast after a long work week. PM for edits if stuff is wonky.
As the seconds rolled past, an Iron Beast cut through the skies. Swift was its approach and ruthless was its opening act. Once within tracking distance, the Beast's innate systems went to work. It sailed ever higher for a moment, allowing rudimentary scanners to discern friend from foe. Roughly. In truth, the Beast could only recognize the IFF of its Master; and all else were fair game. Targeting was next. The Iron Beast dipped into a dive, putting its high-boost engines to work all the more. The horde of undead creatures were its mark...and once it was within range, all Hell broke loose.
The Beast swooped over the Horde in an attack run. A pair of high-yield missiles led the charge: impacting the heart of the Horde's number. The resulting explosions were large...and more than capable of reducing undead flesh to mere ash. This was followed immediately by a Shockwave. Concentrated at the Beast's nose, generator rods unleashed an assault that could punch a hole through a starship's hull. Against a shambling gaggle of decay, that meant being torn apart completely apart. Of course, this attack run did not utterly annihilate the whole of the undead horde, but the Beast was just getting started. Its engines took it skyward, where it positioned for another attack run.
Meanwhile, the Sith Lord looked upon his adversaries. Pain drove his Fury. Fury bent the Dark Side to his whim. When the pillar fell, the cultists preserved themselves as best they could. However. Retreat did not last long. Mere seconds following the collapse of the stone structure did a vicious burst of blaster fire rain down upon Darth Metus. Instinct propelled his movements: his crimson blade and off hand moved in a vicious dance. Many of the bolts were deflected by the former, whilst some were simply devoured by the latter. Yet. Despite his speed and despite his might, the Sith Lord was not invincible - especially not to the barrel of a rotary cannon. By the end of the magazine, Darth Metus had been struck a number of times. Most had glanced off of his armor, singeing his robe and super-heating the durasteel beneath.
Yet others, struck hard. One, in particular, broke completely through the plate protecting the Sith's thigh, resulting in a vicious burn upon his flesh. As a result, his limp gave out momentarily, reducing him to one knee. Darth Metus' gaze burned against this adversary, whom he found reloading the rotary cannon. His offhand thrust forward: the Dark Side retaliated against @Fedrig. In particular, the monstrous Power gripped the barrel of the cannon in an attempt to Crush it beyond usage. The Force was mighty in this attack, so much so that if Darth Metus had applied it upon a soldier's helm, both metal and bone alike would have caved in together.
But retaliation required focus. And focus, sometimes, afflicted an individual with tunnel vision. As the Sith Lord worked to remove the tool of his adversary from play, [member="Enzo Carpathia"] rose to his feet. Although meager in his attempt, the man picked up a piece of debris and attempted to strike Darth Metus down. While his rise and approach did go largely unnoticed, Darth Metus caught wind of the man through his peripheral vision. Instinct reared its head: his offhand retracted immediately whilst his saber flourished. As the club came down to strike the Sith's head, the initial slash was made: one that would rend the club apart at the base.
It would be a cold day in Hell before mere debris could best a lightsaber.
Flowing swiftly, the Sith turned his hand and struck again: a point-blank thrust aimed for the abdomin of the assailant. There was no hesitation. There was no mercy. Pure instinct drove the Sith Lord in his attempt to wipe away this life from the face of the Galaxy.
"The Tyrant's command tower is almost destroyed!" the sensor technician reported in, "Both enemy ships opened fire at us! Also, enemy non-combat ships are rushing head-on under fighter cover"
"Shields are at 65%" the chief engineer reported back in.
"They can't survive much longer: something's not right here. There are no life-forms onboard the non-combat ships, all the lifeforms in the enemy formation headed towards are in the fighters. Group One, have four squadrons turn back and engage the enemy kamikaze craft from behind; the remaining squadrons are to form up and continue to engage the Tyrant's fighter screen" Julie ordered.
Since firing head-on at the command tower from long range using anything other than missiles also made it so that the damage already dealt spread to other areas as well, even though the most critical targets that could be fired at head-on were on and around the command tower. Because the Tyrant was already head-on towards Jessica's fleet, it didn't take long for the Tyrant to fire on the Heavenshield, while the enemy carrier turned around after it opened fire. Also, it was clear that Jessica had the element of surprise here: what fighters were already present here mostly opened fire on the enemy fighters as they exit the hangar for deployment, with eight squadrons taking turns to attack the enemy fighters being deployed. But thanks to the revolutionary cap drains fitted on the Lucrehulk-X-class, the shields recharged faster, by means of turning the enemy ion cannon fire against them, and into the shields, thanks to the Hijarna stone inlays contained therein. However, the enemy carrier captain failed to realize that using eight squadrons of fighters and an additional six squadrons of unmanned non-combat craft against a fleet screened by six fighter squadrons and four additional squadrons firing at them from behind, not to mention over a thousand point-defense emplacements between them, would be, in short, suicidal, especially since the gunners wasted no time firing the numerous point-defense emplacements at the enemy fighter formation, splitting their fire between as many targets as they could, in hopes of destroying as many of them as possible before they could impact any of the five capital ships.
"Hold position: we got the enemy right where we want them. What's our missile loadout?"
"Fire the MIRVs at the Tyrant's underside aft protrusion"
"With the enemy fighter screen having split up, the Tyrant is vulnerable: C-9980s, switch target to the Tyrant!"
Because the enemy carrier would be right next to the Tyrant, without it being quite able to completely screen the enemy flagship by the time the volley of 32 heavy long-range turbolasers, 4 heavy long-range ion cannons with the same yield, and also hypervelocity cannons, seven bursts of 88mm rounds alongside fifteen of the same 380mm rounds as before, would reach it, it would be possible that some of the fire directed at the enemy carrier hit the Tyrant instead, even though the reverse was the enemy's hope. Also twenty high-yield, long-range torpedoes were fired at the carrier's exposed hangar, in hopes of provoking a chain reaction that would take at least one of the fighter's fuel reserves or the ordnance magazines down with it (and maybe even the whole carrier if the explosion is big enough). However, only minor adjustments were required on the Skors' part, above the Tyrant: it only takes minor elevation or traversal adjustments to go for what's remaining of the command tower and its superstructure, knowing that some of the twelve 420mm APHE shells may still end up hitting what's left of the command tower and the superstructure underneath it; Jessica (and, by that token, Julie) knew, from Dromund Kaas, that often what people in the RE navy referred to as a command tower also comprised the elevated superstructure. An additional 52 high-yield long-range torpedoes were fired at the superstructure underneath the command tower, with the missiles having a blast radius big enough to hit the command tower along with it. Also fired on the Tyrant alongside the missile volley were six super-heavy long-range turbolasers, 24 of the very same Toprawa heavy long-range turbolasers, 12 more Scarifs, twenty-one 380mm APHE rounds and, directed at the underside aft protrusion, ten Volksgrenadier stealth MIRVs filled with seven warheads, each outfitted with six KE-1 Hornets, for a total of 420 Hornets possibly hitting the enemy underside aft protrusion. Come on, we've got to kill both ships and then any attempt of the enemy to escape this place would require costly, hot extraction, she thought.
"Only the Immobilizer 419 and the heavy destroyers seem to even have flechette canisters: all the other ships will have to load heavy bombs" the quartermaster reported back to Jessica.
"Keep the remaining squadrons for the second wave: by the time the second wave deploys, the enemy flagship may well be in a critical condition"
The interdiction field made the deployment of the 18 fighter squadrons designated for the first wave lengthier because the interdictor field forced them to make for a departure point much further away than the Tyrant was, and away from the enemy battle line. With each craft armed with four heavy concussion missiles containing flechette canisters, the first wave's objective is to disrupt the enemy's fighter screen; even if the enemy shot down those concussion missiles, the enemy will have to face burning flechettes, which would still be dangerous to them. Here no need to have them target a particular ship: they will detonate once they run out of fuel, upon hitting a fighter or upon death. With that said, the remaining 19 squadrons were being outfitted with heavy proton bombs for the next attack run, given their low survivability. And yet the three wings of Chiloon fighters were in position to make the parsec-long microjump away from the interdiction field, which they made as soon as was possible.
"We have arrived in the outer orbit over Serenno: keep your eyes open for enemy reinforcements" the wing leader reported back to Jessica over encrypted comms.
Serenno outer orbit, a good distance away from the enemy fleets, potentially long-range. Over a hundred enemy squadrons were spotted, many of which were of unshielded models such as the TIE/LNs, TIE/INs, with the Sith interceptors being the only ones capable of hyperdrive; the squadrons Jessica had at her disposal in the Serenno system would soon form up with the squadrons deployed by [member="Arisa Yune"] and [member="Sko'saht"] in an attempt to disrupt the enemy. In essence the 18 squadrons deployed here would be there for firing Porkins heavy concussion missiles loaded with flechette canisters, which will bring about bloody hell long onto them long before the enemy could even come in dogfighting range. There were a total of 216 flechette canisters being fired, and Jessica's group would fire the first Silver Jedi volley onto the enemy fighter screen from long range, hoping that these flechette canisters would find targets and thin the herd of enemy fighters in the process and knowing that it would take time for enemy fighters to come intercept them, in addition to any fighters that would be deployed by the other two Jedi admirals present on scene.
Ord Radama's surface. Meanwhile, on the ground around the Devastator's wreckage, the enemy will soon notice that it was all too easy for the local forces to rally under the Dominion's banner, especially since they perceived the Resurgent Empire as invaders to be driven off at that stage of the battle. Also, with the enemy troops surrounding the ship, all that the bombing run needed to achieve was to break the encirclement around the hangar bay, with dozens of thermal detonators exploding all around the enemy positions as a result, and then [member="Valkren Calderon"] as well as [member="Marl"] would be in the clear to begin insertion in a hot zone. The local defense force has deployed its rapid-response force, comprising a company of heavy weapons infantry, under the cover of the dense foliage and other vegetation, modeled after the Dominion's and with the missile infantry equipped with 3t4 missiles, capable of being launched from standard MiniMag PTL launchers, supported by another company of line infantry underneath the same cover as the heavy weapons infantry, and began opening fire on the enemy formation with a volley of 3t4 missiles, Korriban meavy machineguns, with the mortars taking the longest to deploy, aimed at the enemy infantry formation, primarily around the wreck's hangar bay and its flanks. Would [member="Vrak Nashar"] or [member="Rakosh Saqai"] actually pay any attention to the enemy forces closing on them on the surface?
Space:
Had four squadrons attack [member="Rakosh Saqai"]'s fighters from behind
The remaining 8 squadrons left behind are still engaging the enemy fighter screen
Had the Skors fire on the Tyrant's superstructure and command tower from above
Had missiles fired at the underside aft protrusion
Fired long-range weapons at both enemy capital ships
18 squadrons of fighters are dispatched to Serenno and fire proton rockets loaded with flechette canisters
[*]Ground:
The local rapid-response force fired missiles and machineguns at the troops guarding the outer perimeter
The Crestfallen emerged from hyperspace on the edge of the orbital battle above Serenno followed shortly by the other dropships. By now the combined Sith-Imperial fleets had engaged the Dominion fully, the smoldering wrecks of dozens of ships listing through the blackness spilling the frigid corpses of their crew out into the emptiness. Because the Crestfallen possessed advanced sensory and jamming systems within its monstrous stabilizers, it would lead the pack through the labyrinthine carnage towards the planet's surface. Together the group of ships dodged and weaved through the chaos, opening fire on unfortunate Dominion ships that just so happened to cross their path before continuing on without missing a beat.
Carnifex was in the cockpit throughout the entire ordeal, looming over his capable pilots as they pushed further in. A glancing shot from a Dominion fighter skimmed the shuttle's shields incurring minimal damage to its overall integrity, and retribution came swift as one of the following MAAC/ivs lanced the offending fighter through one a single blast from one of its composite-beam cannons.
As they neared the planetary shield Carnifex ordered a scan to probe for any weaknesses, any openings they could exploit. As it turned out several Resurgent craft had managed to puncture the shield and make planetfall, but the greatest damage done to the shield was accomplished by two of the Dominion's corvettes that had fallen down into the shield's surface. Simultaneously the Empire's Star Dreadnought had begun a concentrated hypervelocity bombardment of the shield, the integrity of which continued to decline with each thunderous hit. It wouldn't be long now before it all gave away, but Carnifex doubted they had enough time to wait. The longer they lingered the more exposed they became, they needed a breakthrough now.
"Bring us closer to those corvettes and arm the ion pulse missiles." A good solid hit should buy the group enough time to squeeze in past before they were properly noticed, intercepted, or the shield recovered enough making forced entry impossible. Already the shield buckled under the strain of the larger ships plunging through it, the gap widening as gravity yearned to drag them down to a fiery demise on the planet's surface. The Crestfallen angled itself on an attack vector, and once they were within range they deployed their ion pulse missiles to target the areas of the shield that appeared the most susceptible to collapse. The missiles hit home and the breach widened, hastening the descent of the corvettes.
They only had a short window now.
The Crestfallen's engines roared with renewed vigor, pushing the shuttle to its limits as it sped towards the quickly openly, and then quickly closing, opening. The shuttle made it through with plenty of time to spare, as did three out of the four MAAC/ivs, but the last dropship was hit but flanking fire from Dominion starfighters and lagged behind. It was annihilated as the gap closed around its midsection, halving it with a grotesque crunch of metal separating followed shortly by an explosion as the fuel tanks and ammunition lockers ruptured within the ship. Charred corpses and ruined vehicles would rain down from the explosion, tumbling down to their tombs on the surface below.
Once past the shield the Crestfallen and the surviving ships regrouped and began their approach towards Blackgate Manor, the target of their wrath.
Location - Inbound to Ord Radama surface Objective - Engage RE ground parties Allies - SJO and Dominion, [member=Marl] | [member="Jessica Med-beq"] | [member=Velus] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Darren Torran"] Opposition - TRE & Allies, [member="Vrak Nashar"] The young colonel could sense the hesitation within Master Kitra, and it was hesitation well heeded. Combat was not a normal function for any ordinary person. During combat many non-trained and even trained personnel were known to completely shut down. It was a risk of the business as the weak mind would simply not be able to handle the bloodshed of a true firefight. However, that was why his men were so well-prepared. He knew there would be doubts in the minds of many, but overall his unit would remain strong.
“I could use you with my individual squad, myself and a platoon of rangers will be moving forward with the 29th Mechanized group as the second line of attack. Our first line of attack will involve a company’s worth of YVH’ droids to swarm the marshlands. Hopefully by the time our APC’s reach the area, it will hopefully just be a mop-up operation.”
He blinked, the entire situation playing out in his head. After landing several shield tanks to make a FOB close by to the playing field, the company of droids would move up to be followed by the berserkers in a mix of APC’s and tanks. Said APC’s would be transporting two companies worth of Antarian Rangers and Yinchori Dragoons, besides the individual Berserker units. The berserkers and rangers would be the main force of the ‘mop-up,’ while he’d use the dragoon’s expert mobility to move about the marshes with ease, flanking any ground parties they come upon.
“But..If you prefer, you can advance with the rear parties once we exit the armoured personnel carriers to remain safe. However, if you wish to remain with us Miss Kitra, I won’t let any harm come to you..I’ll be going to the hangar now to board a dropship..We’ll be deploying any moment.” With this, he turned on his heels and began to exit the room, moving for the hangar and his squad’s individual A-10 LAAT dropship.
On his way he’d remain in contact with his number two, Lieutenant Marl.
“Marl, I want you leading a platoon of rangers adjacent to us..I want you right there so I have a better connection on what’s going on in your foxhole, even if it’s only a few away. It’ll give me a better read on the battlefield aswell, how copy?”
Soon after reaching his own gunship, the SSV Roanoke would drop into orbit to witness the chaos of combat that was already beginning. Valkren stood on the edge of the dropship’s open door, his HUD illuminating a bright blue against the marshland camouflage that covered his Katarn combat armor. Hooked to his chest sling was a KG-2 ‘Grendel’ assault ripper, resting gently against his chest plate and kit with the assistance of one gloved hand on its grip to keep in in place. He began to see status reports and vitals of fellow squad members come to life on his heads-up-display. The ship rocked as the hangar bay opened wide, letting the swarm of LAAT dropships and LAAT vehicle dropships. He gripped onto the handle of his transport tightly, watching as they tipped upward and forward, beginning to plummet toward the surface of Ord Radama. There was a quiet beauty about watching combat in space. It was silent, almost peaceful..The strangest form of combat he had honestly been witness too. He’d turn to his squad’s communication officer.
“Patch me into the other’s communication systems.” After a brief nod of his helmet, the soldier went away doing just that, and Valkren waited until signaled that he was on.
“This is Colonel Valkren Calderon speaking, we are bound for touchdown on Ord Radama’s surface any moment now. I wanted to take the moment to inform you all that I will not lead from the rear like any other officer, hiding in his watch tower while good men go to combat with bad men. We are the sword of the Silver Jedi, we bring peace where there is chaos! But today, only will we do that through the crucible of combat! Your team leaders will direct you as needed..The mission plan has been sent. Good luck everyone..Let’s kick some ass.”
With that, before he could cut his communications he could hear several cheers from the more outgoing warfighters with his group. This brought a shot of adrenaline, knowing that his men were prepared to die if it was necessary. He hoped it wouldn’t come to it though.
As the ships began to break atmosphere, several vehicle transports dropped Shield-tanks to start off their operation and create the FOB. Here at this forward operating base they would stand in ranks before he’d lead the ranks of soldiers and tanks forward directly behind the swarm of droids that were to rush the marshes and wreckage. They’d also make a casualty-collection point here and a field medical outpost if needed. As the groups of dropships landed, the YVH-2 droids would already be gathering up per orders previously issued, moving to the edges of the shield bubbles that began to form. They were prepared to move forward as soon as the mass of ‘Bengal’ battle-tanks and Hover-drones got into place and let the companies of rangers and dragoons board up with the groups of berserkers.
Valkren contacted Marl once more, knowing he’d only be an APC away at this moment after they had all boarded their individual vehicles.
Location: heading for Ord Radama
Objective: Engage RE Ground Party
Allies: SJO and Allies
Enemies: TRE and Allies
"Roger that." Marl said in response.
This was Marl's first time leading troops since the clone wars over 800 years ago. Marl's LAAT rumbled as it hit the atmosphere. Suddenly the sides opened up and after covering his face from a huge gust of wind, Marl saw the surface of Ord Radama. The humid air smacked him in the face as he thought to himself where the area of operations was going to take place.
"Pilot, how much longer until we hit the AO?" Marl said.
"5 minutes to ETA, Lieutenant." The pilot said over comms.
Marl looked back at his troops. "Helmets on people, make sure your pop-up display is working." Marl took out his SSM-002 out and started cleaning it, It was a bit of a habit to clean his weapon before each battle. Suddenly more life on his comms, but this came from Valkren.
"Yea I'm good Valkren, Nothing makes me feel more at home than an LAAT." Marl said half jokingly. Marl was actually great, he had been yearning for a battle ever since he had woken up, it might not be against clankers but at least he'll be able to pick apart some sith.
