Ebb and Flow
Evac Support Group | |
---|---|
Ballarat | %100/%100 |
Duchess Droid Starfighters(96) | %100/%100 |
Lightning Droid Starfighters(96) | %100/%100 |
Upstart | %100/%100 |
Wallflower Armed Transports(46/48) | %100/%100 |
Sharp | %100/%100 |
Castle | %100/%100 |
Dainty | %99/%100 |
Valorous | %98/%100 |
Defiant | %100/%100 |
Cutter | %100/%100 |
Talon | %100/%100 |
Jackal | %100/%100 |
Ratcatcher | %100/%100 |
Bootstrap | %100/%100 |
Breezy | %100/%100 |
Tailor | %100/%100 |
Objective: Evacuation
Location: Coruscant System
Equipment: Wayward Samaritan Full Gear
Accessories: Bracelet, Echo Stone
Weapons: Lossa's Lightsaber, Turmoil - Lightsaber, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby
Tools: Fusioncutter
Aboard: Ballarat
Allied Tags: Zaiya Ceti Denn Verdan Vianca Mecetti
Company Tags: Onrai Nouqai Veil
Enemy Tags: Marlon Sularen Electra-12
Post #: 2
The three vessels came into the cloudcutters with few issues apart from spying enemy fighters moving along their sensors. A warning sent back to the Ballarat at the development and potential entanglement to come as the Duchess and Lightning engaged their catapult systems to scramble the Droid Starfighters they had hidden within them. Rather than the single squadron each being deployed, a nod from their commanding officer brought about two squadrons from each in defensive sweeps as the droids paired off in their patrols around the group.
The Sharp and Castle being brought to alert as the crews aboard began to assume general quarters. Finalizing their routines and engaging the close quarters weapons to begin sweeping their angles of fire. Establishing their comm lines as they began to communicate with the remaining vessels under their watch to tighten up their formation.
All happening as Lossa let her humor show across her face. The helmet for her gear sat atop the chair she was supposed to be in. Her only sign that she hadn't forgotten the request to ease off the walking. Ruby eyes blinked, looking into the strange ones before her at the question before she grinned and let her hand rest on her hip.
“Is this for you, or a friend? I know it is easier to ask for a friend, so your friend won't feel embarrassed to ask.” Her matter of fact tone not betraying the urge to grin at the sudden appearance of padawans sorting out their feelings as another officer caught her attention.
A comm line opened before she could dive further into the topic at hand though. With a voice on the other end of the line asking what titles she held. Lossa couldn't help but glance at Zaiya as the matter unfolded, holding up a finger over her mouth to suggest silence for the moment. Listening to the message without betraying the growing need to grin like a mad woman.
Today was turning into a strange day. The growing sense of dark side energy from the planet below had not gone unnoticed, and the emergence of another fleet to help with evacuation was certainly helpful to say the least.
The communications Officer made to speak, hand held aloft as a ready signal before it wilted as they looked back to their screen again. And continued to wait as Lossa turned to Zaiya.
“Some ships have wonky communications systems.” The officer silently frowned, shaking their head even if their grin told her they too found the situation funny.
<Solid Copy Lady Mecetti. This is Knight Aureus of Naboo in command of the Evacuation Support Group. We would be honored to have the help of the Mecetti House Guard Naval Defense Fleet to escort our vessels.> The information for their next attempt to sortie was relayed to the Mecetti flagship, detailing their projected routes for the Modular Transports to move to the areas of the city most accessible to the lower levels.
<We can deploy further vessels into the situation with your help without waiting for returning ships to escort them. Be advised, we have detected Starfighters on our sensors, countermeasures or Starfighter deployment is advised. We will update with any new developments on our end. Knight Aureus over and out.> Her hand running against her throat to cut the connection as a familiar voice filtered through the air. One that had whispered to her not so long ago.
Another message pinged across her systems, all eyes and faces directed at the being that had formed from the shadows to speak with ease.
“Ah. The whisperer on Tython. Yes. I did.” As much as she wanted to be petty or rude, it was hard to accomplish such when the subject of those feelings could flit in and out of existence so freely.
The comm officer stepped away from their console as Onrai moved closer. Not daring to be touched by the unknown having heard bar rumors and old wise women murmur about the strange beings that called the infinite dark home. While he hadn't put much stock into them with his travels prior. He was keenly aware now how quickly rumors and legends could become truths. The name escaped him for what they had described to him, but proper fear was plainly on his face.
“Zaiya, stay beside me.” Lossa hissed, arm extending to keep the padawan close as her eyes looked over the stranger. Giving clearance for a vessel to land on her ship. Keeping her own feelings in check for this was going to be harder than she'd first imagined as she closed her eyes and took a deep, calming breath.
She couldn't help but frown to herself, allowing the memory of Tython and the ritual there to remind her of what kind of people they were dealing with this day. Her temper could sink her efforts, and come with a heavy loss of life.
“So part of but not committed to the Dark Empire? Strange position to put yourself in.” Her brow was drawn as she voiced her confusion. Glancing at the viewport to see the unfolding fight before them all. The sight of titans in the air burning in their fighting spirit painting a very different picture for the Zeltron.
The arrival of an unknown vessel in the Hangar brought with it questions and a security escort to the bridge when Denn Verdan entered the vessel. The feeling of unease spread like a foul wind as murmurs of an intruder on the bridge passed through the crew.
One of the Officers inside the command bridge sending a message along a secure line to the Duchess and Lightning to engage their scrambling systems across the Support Group. Tacking on orders to keep their launch of patrol flights ongoing. Both carriers powered up the Magnetoran Sweeps to pull aiming systems askew. Their catapult pressors now fully engaged as Droid Starfighters began to fill the voids of coverage within the small fleet.
-Elsewhere-
The Wallflower, Dainty, and Valorous closed the distance to the ground, weaving between different cloudcutters as they moved to avoid the worst of the fighting. Nearly taken down by a falling Cruiser before they found a patch of airspace that allowed the first set of Armed Transports out of the Hangar.
The vessels burned hard to avoid the incoming fighters on radar, with only three of the twelve disabled before they could make full burn. The Dainty and Valorous attempting to adjust themselves to fire on the incoming enemy fighters but failing to cover the last few attempting to take off. One armed transport sputtered back onto the Wallflowers deck, engines alight while another clipped the corner of the carrier and spun violently into the cityscape below before the fuel ignited in a large plume of dark smoke. The third exploded mid-air without a chance as the wreckage plummeted out of sight.
Deck crews moved with haste to secure the landing deck from the disabled transport. Engines burning bright as raw fuel fed the fire before the transport powered down and the crew aboard the transport shuttle tried to make their escape from the burning wreckage.
The Bootstrap and Ratcatcher moved forward, rallying in formation to begin their scans for landing pads below as they sent their signals to the Mecetti fleet for ship assignments. Once designated vessels were assigned, both Transports would prepare with their escort to move to the surface and secure a landing pad to dock at and begin to load passengers aboard.
Additional support in the form of the circling Droid starfighters escorting them down to the clouds before returning to the Support Group as more Droid Starfighters were launched.
( Makko Vyres ) One of the Armed Transports being dispatched to the storm covered jedi temple to attempt a rescue there as it broke from the temporary formation for a systems check. Having received a transmission for help with remaining patients and younglings inside as the vessel kept low and maneuvered between buildings to minimize its presence.
The gunners of each turret aboard the transport spun in place before opening fire on starfighters that strafed them from above. The ventral gunner aimed for those that attempted to go low after completing their strafe and clipped a wing of one earning a short lived cheer. The other transports broke away to find similar distress signals they could reach in time as the next wave of armed transports was readied aboard the Wallflower.