Crossing A Line (RR Dominion of Hex W22)

[Alexander Sannes]

Alexander walked through the hallway of the deep space outpost that rested south of the Republic's borders, an experiment to expand the Republic's reach without worlds joining the republic and relying on them and their worlds to expand the Republic's reach. That was why he was here with Harley Fenstermacher, looking over the station and seeing if the Republic's funding into this project and the defenses for it was worth the time. They were VIP guests to the instillation, one which held a fleet around it in protection and soldiers on the station itself, meant to act as rapid response troops, though a number were here today to put on a show for the DVs.

As was part of these displays, was the fleets that sat in the emptiness surrounding the station, commanded by those few who found themselves standing between the outside galaxy and the entryway into the Republic itself. Things had been quiet for the fleets, so most stood at their positions with relaxation crawling over them. After all, the Republic had few expressed enemies and did not expect an attack at a outpost that had been kept quieter and was not expressely mentioned in the news sources throughout the Republic.

This was not a military outpost with all that said, a few Jedi able to be found in the halls of the station itself and civilians or trade ships docking to get repaired, refueled, and their crews rested. It was meant as an outpost to protect and expand the interests of the Republic after all, and that meant the people of the Republic. It was defended and watched over though, and those that entered would have a careful eye kept on them, just in the off chance they meant harm to the station.

And yet, with everything as calm as it was, Alexander couldn't help but scratch at the back of his neck. The nervous tick more often tipping him off when something was about to happen that did not work out well for him. He could not see anything wrong though and continued on the tour he was being given with his other Political officials, wondering why he felt this way.

Not knowing that in a few short minutes, everything would change, and he would be a target alongside those with him.

After all, what better message to send, then taking out a senator or two.


(Objectives)

Republic Forces

Fleeters - Defend the Station and the Sector from the attacking forces, rout their fleet and send them running!

Ground Pounders - Defend the VIPs and the Station itself, repel all infiltrators and boarding parties seeking to destroy the sattion or assassinate the senators. (VIPs are Alexander Sannes, Harley Fenstermacher, and [member="Karn Taivos"])


Jedi, Civies, and Others - Help the Ground Pounders and Fleeters where you can, rescue those that you can and get them out of there, or if necessary, evacuate the station should the damage become sever.


Commonwealth Forces and Mercs/Symphathizers.

Fleeters - Strike out at the Republic Fleets and the Station itself, seeking to do as much damage and send a message to the Republic.

Ground Pounders - Infiltrate the Station, or board the Ships of the enemy fleet, and sabotage or outright destroy your targets from the inside. Take out VIPs if possible, assassinate them if the situation allows. (VIPs are Alexander Sannes, Harley Fenstermacher, and [member="Karn Taivos"])


Have fun all, and make sure to make it a good time!

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

It had been some time since Widow maker had attended one of these large political events, for the most part he had being going Solo when undertaking talks and other diplomatic missions. Even when accompanied by other representative it was his voice that was held into account, uually being the spokes person on behalf of the republic. It was nice to not be alone for once but to add to the day there were several new people to welcome into the republic, the most notable one being another Echani called Alexander... wait another Alex? that would not get confusing.

Harley gave a small sideways glace to [member="Alexander Sannes"], easily noticing the young Echani's rather, awkward look on his face, peaking the former senators interest. Though not knowing much about the man he knew that a get together party was not really something that would make him feel uncomfortable, maybe bored but not feeling the way Harley assumed he was. Placing down his drink the company CEO walked behind the white haired force user, giving him a small pat on the back. "You seem a little tense, something that matter or you just not used to actually being important"? Perhaps if he was a little more trained in the force the Harley would have caught onto the feeling that Alex was experiencing.

 

[Bug'ares'vemmosk]

Republic Space​

3rd Commonwealth Battlegroup​

CSS Resolute​

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Primary Objective: Cause strategic damage to infrastructure
Secondary Objective: Capture VIP
Allies: Commonwealth
Enemies: Republic Military forces

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Hyperspace seemed to go on forever out here in the central worlds of this galaxy of theirs. Ares remembered the short jumps through the unknown regions guided purely by one of their pilots and the third sense. Yet the times of the past have moved by and so had he, always forward. He let the blood red eyes that sat amongst his clean-shaven ice blue face drop to the datapad held in his right hand. He had spent a good few years learning common while on patrols within the outskirts of the Chiss territory yet even now he would always fall across one or two words that left him requiring translation this time however he had translated the data into his native Cheunh. His eyes ran over the plan one more time and had it forwarded to the commanders and captain of each of the ships within his fleet. He approached the captain aboard his own flagship and passed the tablet to the man.

"Ensure that all vessels are coordinated to the attack pattern and standby when we leave hyperspace and make sure that we don't arrive too early or the whole strike will be for nothing. The surprise is the most key element here if we do not ensure that the enemy is discombobulated before our efforts to attack then we will take far heavier losses than is needed."

Ares walked back to the front of the bridge and looked out into the ever cascading blue once more. His brow furrowed leaving some of the newer human officers glancing at him no doubt wondering what sort of thoughts were going through his alien mind. Nonetheless, he had a plan whether it was going to work is another question.

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The CSS Falcon and its sister ship the CSS Eagle had been handpicked for their missions. The crew told the same and that it would be their efforts in this daring raid that when coming home that they would be heroes. Lieutenant Juno Carson had proudly accepted and offered his ship to the Lord Admirals need before his fellow Lieutenant Commander had done the same. Both were eager, young and up and coming officers within the Royal Navy. Juno took another drink from his water canteen as the ships dropped out of hyperspace just outside of docking range with the station. He could feel his chest beatings like a drum and the cross between fear and adrenaline causing his whole body to shake slightly he knew that if this mission went well he would likely be up for a command role on one of the actual warships after all Admiral Ares himself had briefed him on this and no one else knew of their mission this was his chance to make it.

He looked over to his co-pilot who was preparing the last of what seemed to be some new cargo that they were delivering to the station. It seemed to be just raw mineral ore at least that's what the crate said only he knew different. He thought back to his briefing where the Lord Admiral had told him of their new hyper-advanced scanning tech that was going to be put inside the weak republics cargo storage and would scan the whole station for weakness ahead of the great attack and best of all Juno would be long gone by the time that came along his mission was simple land, unload maybe have a drink or two then leave as casually as one can be.

Edging closer and closer to the point where they were now no further away than 20 kilometers Juno thumbed open his communications panel and hailed the docking channel at the same time as pulling up the docking codes that he had been given on his holopad.

"Come in hanger three this is the Centurion Freighter requesting landing at hanger bay two."

As he waited for a response he had no doubt that the other ship was doing the same only he was going to the main hanger bay. Juno took another drink of water before transmitting the stolen clearance codes as well as the history of his made up ship. As the voice on the station went quiet there was nothing for them to do but wait.

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[Giddean Kuat]

Republic Space​

Location: Republic Frontier Station / Loading Docks
Primary Objective: Protect Republic Interest
Secondary Objective: Capture Suspected Spy
Allies: Republic, [member="Harley"] Fenstermacher [member="Alexander Sannes"]
Enemies: Non-Republic Hostiles, [member="Bug'ares'vemmosk"]

Wearing a Republic Armor with his helmet off, Giddean stumbled across the storage area as he was hit in the face by another trooper. Bleeding from his top lip and looking back at the human trooper, he spit a mouth full of blood onto the floor. Adding, "That all you got Dreader?"

The room full of troopers and dock personal were hissing as if it burned to the other trooper who had his fist near his face. An assortment of different colored troopers of the Expeditionary Force could be seen. The array of Deck Crews, Station Sailors, and Pilots could also be seen. They all were cheering for their winner as they passes around credits to the nearest money holder or similar looking equivalent.

Dreader, the other trooper in the fight was not amused by the joke, "Nice try rook, your gonna have to try harder if you wanna get under my skin."

Giddean laughed, and without using the force he continued the fight. Swinging with a left hook, then a right, the left straight punch to the face. Dreader seemed to take them all like a true trooper. Seemed these Marines were mead of Impervium, Giddean thought to himself. Dodging and ducking a few swings by the massive trooper himself the young Padawan, in his ducking position decided to take a lump and swung for the mans thigh. This seemed to be his weak spot as the Rankor of a man yelled out in pain and fell to a knee. Giddean jumped up from his squat and using his knee made contact with his jaw. What followed was the thump of what sounded like a ton of meat hitting Durasteel deck.

A large cry of loss in recent pay came from the crowd, while it seemed that the minority had decided to bet on the smaller player. Giddean just got on one knee and slapped the other trooper awake. "Come on Lieutenant, cant have a dead man actually die." Dreader was actually a commanding officer of the only Dead Man Legion Units on the Station. Giddean waved over one of the soldiers that was wearing Dead Man Armor, was probably one of his soldiers.

Standing up, he knew his mission was not to be the center of a Soldiers Gambling Ring to pass the time. However, this was the fastest way to get the information he needed. One of his friend working for Republic Intelligence had asked for a favor, and not an easy one at that. He needed to catch a spy within the Republic Expeditionary Forces on this remote border station. He was great at Counter Intelligence work, but catching spies were a little more difficult. One of the Stations Deck Chiefs walked up to him, "Here are your winnings kid." He handed Giddean a hand full of Republic Hard Credits.

He nodded to him, "How about that information I asked about?"

The Chief stroked his chin where his helmet buckles were handing from their unsecured buckel. "Don't know why you wanna know this, but if your looking for one of the more shaddy troopers with a lot of questions, then that would be PFC Hehmibe, Female Twi'lek with the Dead Man Legion, apparently she is in for," He paused, "Well what Twi'lek are often put in for, speak to her."

Giddean took half the credits out of his hand and handed it back to the Chief, "Get something good for the wife chief." He left the storage room and headed to the barracks. He got the information he needed, hopefully he was not to late to stop her.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Alexander Sannes"] [member="Giddean Kuat"] [member="Bug'ares'vemmosk"] [member="Harley Fenstermacher"] [member="Kell Lane"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

OOC: Harley you a pain in my butt to tag lol.

Hyperspace
1st Battlgroup


Times were not particularity tough for the Commonwealth yet. They had ample funds and men from Nubia as well as a tax levied against the nearby systems for protectorate services. Though admittedly she grew tired of simply sitting still and longed for a good battle. And that's what came down the line.

A small scout shuttle had returned from a nearby sector, and the finding had been sent right to her quarters. As she rolled out of bed and clicked on the light, she reached for her beeping tablet, and then keyed in the code. Only to watch as Republic Vessels operated a defensive perimeter around a nearby station. Her eyes went wide, and then her brow furrowed.

With a growl she keyed her XO's direct line.

"Xo."

"Yes Ma'am. Early for you to be up isn't it?"

"Can it. This is no courtesy call. Get the fleet to Condition two. Set a jump for sector W22."

"Problem Ma'am?"

"The Republic just crossed us."

"Will do Ma'am."

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Several Hours Later.


Space ripped asunder under brilliant flashes. Ships began to drop out of Hyperspace at extreme weapons range, though perhaps not too extreme for Kinetics. She watched from the catwalk on the bridge, hands clasped behind her back, uniform perfectly pressed. The fleet took material form, and then reported all accountable. She grinned, readjusting her Beret.

"Report."

"We are all green Ma'am. Condition two is solid. Lord Admiral Ares is already on the scene holding station with 3rd Battlegroup."

"Send encrypted, level ten to Ares."

"Aye, recording now."

"Lord Admiral, Queen Admiral. Prepare for full broadside assault on my signal. Hold station until I fire first."

"Sent."

"Helm what's out bearing?"

"Steady on, opposite side of the station than 3rd Battlegroup. We have them flanked."

"Engines All, half."

"Aye Ma'am."

"Commo open me a channel to the New Republic Fleet."

Moments later her face would appear across their holotanks. Brown hair slicked back into a ponytail, eyes stern and dark, contrasting with a pure white beret affixed with the blue flash and star symbol of the Common Wealth Systems.

"Attention Republic Fleet. This is Queen Admiral Katarine Falcon of the Commonwealth Systems. You were given a communique from our offices in diplomatic format, conditions set that you were not tolerated to cross. And now you've crossed into our neighboring sector with a military force. Being a small force in the galaxy and protecting our own interests and citizens we must do what is right, and read this how we have perceived it.

A direct act of war, conditions as stated previously.

As of now you have ten minutes standard galactic to surrender in full, or we will open fire with the pride fleets of our Commonwealth."

She cut the connection and glanced sideways to the XO.

He nodded sagely.

"That'll put the picture in perspective Ma'am."

"Not Quite XO. We tried the peaceful route, and now.... I will demonstrate the full power of our combined battlegroups and the folly of crossing us."

RECAP

• Fleet enters
• Messages sent

FLEET

Spoiler

Line Command

CSS Arbiter: Jast Elite Destroyer:
CSS New Dawn: Jast Carrier Destroyer
CSS Valiant: Jast Carrier Destroyer
CSS Rain: Jast Missile Destroyer:
CSS Thunder: Jast Missile Destroyer:

Escort Command

CSS Dawn: Jast 1st Rate
CSS Faith: Jast 2nd Rate
CSS Charity: Jast 2cnd Rate
CSS Runner: Jast Shredder:
CSS Wrecker: Jast Shredder:
CSS Vindicator: Jast Shredder:
CSS Blaze: Jast Shredder:
CSS Ezilyn: Jast Shredder:

Support Command

CSS Justice: Jast Pocket Carrier
CSS Vagrant: Jast Pocket Carrier
CSS Hold: Jast Pocket Carrier
CSS Rake: Jast Pocket Carrier
CSS Punisher: Jast Starfighter Killer Frigate
CSS Shield: Jast Blackout
CSS Razor: Longhammer Disabler Cruiser
CSS Mechanus: Reclaimer 1

MARINE FORCES

1ST BATALLION- INFANTRY- 1000X TROOPS
2ND BATALLION- ARMOR- 500X TROOPS- 50X VEHICLES
3RD BATALLION- MEDICAL- 300X TROOPS 50X VEHICLES
FLEET MARINES: 200 PER VESSEL

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT

104x- J-96 Headhunter
104x- Jast Medium Fighter
104x- Jast Heavy Fighter

 

[Kell Lane]

Lane was on the Queen Admiral's ship. He was not the kind of guy who was involved in this type of battle, and he was definitely not a soldier. Lane probably would not leave the ship immediately, staying where his abilities could be of good use.

He was a negotiator, diplomat, politician and strategist. He was the kind of person who relied on his knowledge and charisma. Certainly the soldiers of the Republic would come into confrontation. They would not have gone that far for anything.

Anyway, in combat, victory would certainly be ours, Kell Lane thought. In the end, Lane was quite confident, though watchful if the enemies tried some negotiation, being prepared to act at any moment. "I hope all this does not take long," he thought. Lane went to the Queen Admiral to speak to her.

"I'm going to be here for anything, ma'am, I'm asking you not to wait too long for an attack, just 5 or 6 minutes, and then we'll launch a first strike to demonstrate our firepower, if they're willing to negotiate, they'll do it fast."

 

[Marx Zinder]

Republic Space​

2nd Battle group​

C.S.S Genghis Khan​

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Marx felt well prepared for the fight ahead. The fleet was in position to attack​

and the other battle groups were in position. nothing could go wrong at all. Marx walked over to​

the comms and opened a channel to the queen admirals ship.​

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¨Queen admiral, id like to inform you my fleet have arrived to join the battle i await your orders¨​

 

[Bug'ares'vemmosk]

Republic Hanger Bay 1​

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Juno was on edge almost the entire way down into the vast republic docking bay. Even as his co-pilot got final clearance for a position to land and then again as the freighter passed through the energy shield and into the artificial atmosphere of the station. Yet his ability to maneuver the ship did not falter for a moment he had too much precious cargo on board for that, the admiral had been very clear as to not cause any damage to the large crates in his cargo hold. He saw the position illuminate on his heads-up display, a square marked with an arrow of direction. He watched the ship's exterior landing cameras as the vessel slowed and slowed until the magnetized landing struts connected with the durasteel platform below and the familiar thud sounded out throughout the ship followed soon after by a spraying hiss of gasses releasing and pressurizing to the new atmosphere.

"Sir it looks as if the Lieutenant Commander has just touched down as well. I guess we are to wait for his signal then."

The co-pilot already unbuckling his harness and standing up to release the door stopped for a moment as another buzz came over the intercom. Both men sat and listened in disbelief as their Queen Admiral seemed to fill all the local public communication channels. Juno's stomach hit the floor as the confidence he had so long garnered for the military competence of the commonwealth was suddenly dashed. No, it wasn't possible that a mistake on this scale could have been made.

Juno stood up running down towards the hanger bay as he shouted to the other man.

"Grab your gun ima get this damn machine online we might not have much time."


Yet Juno never made it to the hangar bay. As the transmission ended he could do nothing but stand and watch as the flashing red lights that sat on the exterior of each crate suddenly flashed amber and then green before falling open. Inside there was no scanning equipment, no piece of spyware at all. Inside those boxes, as the protective shells collapsed onto the gangplanks and clattered to the ground, were items far worse. Even as his mouth opened to scream the warheads detonated and ripped through the hull of his ship. The fireball blasting outwards to engulf the immediate surroundings of the hanger bay sending burning plasma and debris into those that stood close. Across the hangar bay, the same event happened as the other freighter's core went critical and erupted in another great explosion ripping into the interior of the station, the fireball failing to escape from the shielding of each entrance and instead of curving round to ignite crewmen, stood by soldiers and civilians alike. As for the crews in the freighters, they had died in a great sacrifice.

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Republic Space​

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The fleet fell out of hyperspace and no sooner as the rest of the auxiliary vessels came into view did a transmission come in over the radio. The Queen's declaration of engagement. Yet it was the final punctuation of fire and steel ripping through an upper level of the space station that Ares truly had been waiting for.

The chiss had barely finished constructing the tale he was to tell the families and people of the Commonwealth of the events that had taken two of their freighters and the crew within. This tactic was often costly yet for a sneak attack the element of discord and confusion prolongs the effectiveness of any main fleet activity and for the commonwealth the less time that they spent in a conflicted warzone, the better. Besides he had traded the lives of maybe six crewmen and two freight ships for possibly hundreds of republic personal as well as disabling the use of hangar bays from the main station. As far as civilian traders that could have been inside then he hoped for their survival, after all the promise of safe trading may not seem so real when the mighty republic cannot protect merchant shipping vessels. The communications desk suddenly lit up and a transmission was sent straight to the main screen. His fellow Admiral had decided to make an appearance right on time as her transmission triggered his vessels that if no complications had taken place would be peacefully inside both hangar bays.

"Return a message to all our nearby fleets."

"Aye, sir."

"All fleet groups be advised stage one is completed all vessels engage, fire for maximum effect. Marine forces stand by."

"The message had been sent on the encrypted frequency sir."

"Good, weapons officer tell carriers to deploy all fighters and create the forward screen, bombers are to group and launch a full strike on the stations refueling stations then fall back behind the screen. Launch heavy fighters and have them escort the bomber craft. The destroyers are to engage with ion bombardment of the main station's power systems and follow it up with a full kinetic and missile bombardment. Bring the screening group to protect the carriers."

The officer seemed to be punching coordinates and organizing the fleet ahead of him into a position of attack even as the Admiral spoke. Both officers spending many a year together allowing their bond to run the battle as a single oiled machine.

Ares turned to the Resolute's executive officer.

"Engage full deployment of maser batteries on the lower point of the station, aim for heat signatures. We shall cause destruction on the station, allow for our glorious allies to fight the focus on the battleships. Our main focus should be on reducing any battle capability of that station and the more casualties they take the stronger the message will be sent."

"Right away sir." Came the reply from the female chiss captain that had taken over day to day command of his vessel.


RECAP:

3rd Battlegroup arrives from hyperspace.

Two freighters of torpedoes detonate within the hangar bay.

3rd battlegroup maneuvers to open fire.


FLEET












[member="Alexander Sannes"] [member="Giddean Kuat"] [member="Katarine Falcon"] [member="Kell Lane"] [member="Marx Zinder"]

 

[Giddean Kuat]

Location: Republic Frontier Station / Hanger Bay
Primary Objective: Protect Republic Interest
Secondary Objective: Capture Suspected Spy / Secure the Station for the Republic
Allies: Republic, [member="Harley"] Fenstermacher, Alexander Sannes
Enemies: Commenwealth, [member="Bug'ares'vemmosk"], [member="Marx Zinder"], [member="Katarine Falcon"]

Where was he..... Looking around he found sight of one of the walls, Corridor 32B, Hanger Bay.

What was he doing here.... The Spy, that is right, he followed her trail to this place. She was on duty in the Hanger for the day.

Why was the floor charred and fire coming from that door..... WAIT, THAT DOOR IS WHERE THE HANGER BAY WAS!!!!!!!!

Giddean shot up and looked over his body, hairline fracture to his fourth left rib and a possible bruise in several placed. The Republic Armor he was using was destroyed, the arm unit and his left shin guard were practically melted. He took those parts off and picked up a Blaster Carbine and readied himself.

Coughing, he opened a Com Channel to Command, "Bridge, this is Padawan Giddean Kuat Sentinel Intelligence Division, Authorization Code Alpha 0414332, Hanger Bay 1 is up in flames, we have wounded in Corridor 32 Section B, request an immediate medical team, no sights of enemy be on high alert for saboteurs." If he remembered [member="Alexander Sannes"] was in command of the station this moment. From what he heard, that person is experienced so that meant Giddean needed to complete his current job.

He dragged one of the Republic Troopers that was laying on the Floor, bleeding out and seemed very much in pain. Now that his hearing was returning, he could hear the whole hallway was filled with moaning voices. It was Hell on Station here and only a few soldiers and crew members were waking up with little injury.

Looking to one of the crewmen who was holding his head, "Petty Officer, get that trooper and administer first aid or we loose him." The deck crew just stared at him. Giddean grabbed a QuickClot Bandage from the Troopers First Aid and handed it to the trooper, "Now Sailor."

"Yes sir!" The sailor started to do what he was told.

Giddean looked around, he needed to get the first level of medical administration done. He spoke up so all, even the still deaf could hear him, "GET THOSE CLOSEST TO THE FIRE AWAY, ADMINISTER FIRST AID FROM THEIR POUCHES, REMEMBER TO MARK LEVEL OF INJURY, RED FOR CRITICAL, YELLOW FOR SEVER, AND BLUE FOR MINOR, ALSO MARK NOTICEABLE LOCATIONS WITH A CROSS IF YOU ADMINISTER PAINKILLERS."

The injured here needed a real medic or Jedi Healer ASAP, Giddean was a Espionage Jedi, but any healing was better then none. The first person to get his touch of the Force was a women, sailor, lacerated leg and bleeding to death. Good thing he did not mind blood.

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

The minute things went down Harley soon had some people trying to escort him to safety from what ever the hell these commonwealth people were. It seemed galactic powers had a strange run with accusing the Republic of doing something without evidence and their first act being military force from the get go. He was not enterly sure why the Commonwealth was getting all angry around the Republic expanding north and bringing and area of space under their control nowhere near the C's home world. Or perhaps it they were all just Sith Lords in undercover, trying to keep a section of the core for themselves and then be 'annexed peacefully' when the SE eventually reaches the center of the galaxy.

Something to look into later, but for the moment Harley was stuck arguing with security personal as they took away the other VIPs from the meeting area. "Mr Fenst- Fenste.... Mr Lus we have to get you to safety now, there is a very high threat if you stay here the enemy will find you, no doubt they have order to capture VIPs and force our surrender". "And if that happen I'll kill myself and all that shabang, though to be honest you really think I'll be captured? you do know I am a force user? and an Echani? I can handle myself just find, besides there would be more harm in talking me prisoner then one would think". "Not sure the Commonwealth would like certain trade routs locked down due to them taking prisoner of a businessman like myself with quite few commercial ties".

The officer gave a small sigh in defeat, having more pressing matter to attend and knowing full well he'd be in for a fight if attempting to drag Harley away by force. "Fine, just be careful, meet us in the pre designated area if you have to fall back", "Will do sir... will do".

[member="Giddean Kuat"] [member="Bug'ares'vemmosk"] [member="Katarine Falcon"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Alexander Sannes"] [member="Giddean Kuat"] [member="Bug'ares'vemmosk"] [member="Harley Fenstermacher"] [member="Kell Lane"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

OOC: Harley you a pain in my butt to tag lol.

Hyperspace
1st Battlgroup

CSS Arbiter.

"Ma'am no return messages. 2cnd and 3rd Battlegroups have joined the fight. We have them surrounded on all three sides."

She was faced with a choice now. Annihilate the station, or wound their fleet. She was not fond of the prospect of launching Marines to the construct, on the chance it went down and could not be recovered. Though intel teams ahd determined they had two higher ranking members aboard.

"Very well."

"Hold on......Lord Admiral Ares just blew up one of their hangars."

"There's no turning back now then. XO set firing solutions for Line Command on the nearest vessels. Open fire."

"Aye Ma'am!"

From the Jast Elites turbo-laser barraged rained out, as their broadsides opened, followed by hundreds of Proton Torpedoes streaming from the flanks of the Missile Destroyers. The rest of her assets were in reserve. No fighters had launched yet.

"Spread us out, Line to the fore, Escort Command Left, and Support to the Right. Jast Blackouts, begin jamming their comms. We don't need any reinforcements. Spin up 1st Battalion royal Marines and prepare for hot entry."

"Aye Ma'am."

She watched the contrails, orange plumes and green lances split the night, searching for purchase on the hulls of the enemy vessels. The Blackouts began blasting static across all the channels, save for their own.

RECAP

• Fleet Reorganizes
• Line Command Fires at vessels surrounding the station
• Jast Blackouts begin Jamming enemy comms.

FLEET

Spoiler

Line Command

CSS Arbiter: Jast Elite Destroyer:
CSS New Dawn: Jast Carrier Destroyer
CSS Valiant: Jast Carrier Destroyer
CSS Rain: Jast Missile Destroyer:
CSS Thunder: Jast Missile Destroyer:

Escort Command

CSS Dawn: Jast 1st Rate
CSS Faith: Jast 2nd Rate
CSS Charity: Jast 2cnd Rate
CSS Runner: Jast Shredder:
CSS Wrecker: Jast Shredder:
CSS Vindicator: Jast Shredder:
CSS Blaze: Jast Shredder:
CSS Ezilyn: Jast Shredder:

Support Command

CSS Justice: Jast Pocket Carrier
CSS Vagrant: Jast Pocket Carrier
CSS Hold: Jast Pocket Carrier
CSS Rake: Jast Pocket Carrier
CSS Punisher: Jast Starfighter Killer Frigate
CSS Shield: Jast Blackout
CSS Razor: Longhammer Disabler Cruiser
CSS Mechanus: Reclaimer 1

MARINE FORCES

1ST BATALLION- INFANTRY- 1000X TROOPS
2ND BATALLION- ARMOR- 500X TROOPS- 50X VEHICLES
3RD BATALLION- MEDICAL- 300X TROOPS 50X VEHICLES
FLEET MARINES: 200 PER VESSEL

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT

104x- J-96 Headhunter
104x- Jast Medium Fighter
104x- Jast Heavy Fighter

 

[Hannah]

Hannah, The Cog Girl
Location: Station, heading towards Hanger bay
Status: Ready to repel Station Invaders
Equipment:
Heavy Coat, and Patched Armor Plates,
Hold-Out Blaster Pistol and VibroSword

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Calm, her eyes closed and she only felt a sense of calm. With her crossed legs, she sat on her bed and slowly allowed her calmness flow through out her body. Even her own tail remained still, a rather strange moment even Hannah had to admit. Though as her focus shifted to her success her calm turned into excitement as she finally felt pride of her growing abilities. Soon, I won't need my regulator to control either my emotions or heart. Hannah had a bitter relationship with her cybernetics, even as she appreciated their many pluses, she also never asked for them and truthfully she had always wondered about a life without them.

Regardless, she slowly lifted herself from off her bed and quietly moved over to the closet in her cabin. The cabin itself provided the basics, but with a lock inside her room and not outside, she jealously guarded her ability to open doors on her command. A few days earlier, a few station crewmen stared confused at Hannah who periodically opened and closed her cabin door, and it led to an awkward conversation where Hanna explained that "-No nothing was wrong with the door." and "-Yes, I will continue to open and close the door until I don't want to anymore." Of course she paraphrased her responses in her mind, as what had actually transpired had been a stumble between words and confused glances or gestures.

Hannah of course took another opportunity to enjoy opening and closing her cabin's door when the alarm had sounded off and her eyes snapped towards the sounds of heavy boots and shouts. An attack happened to the station and warning flared up to the tune of possible intruders and hostiles attempt to board the station. Hannah moved back inside her cabin and retrieved her side arm blaster pistol and swung around a Vibrosword over her shoulder. With her blaster pistol firmly gripped in her hands, Hannah moved out and headed to the direction to one of the Hangers that had be reported as the attack point.

With her near ludicrous stamina and powerful legs, she clomped her way as quickly as her legs were able and sped towards the action. She knew that if they could simply contain any and all infiltrators into a single point and funnel them through there, it would give the Station Defenders the greatest chance for success. Of course, the idea of multiple attacks from different sections of the Stations never dawned on Hannah, and it never occurred to her that perhaps that was the idea to force as many Republic forces on the main defensive line to encircle from behind and pinch.

[member="Harley Fenstermacher"] | [member="Giddean Kuat"] | [member="Alexander Sannes"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Hannah"] [member="Andrew Grayson"]

Aboard CSS Arbiter.
Praetorian Guard
1st Battle-Group

This time it wasn't a hot drop, which he was thankful for. It was a direct assault on the station via gunship. As the alarms blared, and klaxons rang, the Royal Marines were already standing by. In neat rows int he hangar, each with plated armor, and helmets that bore the scars of prior battles. Underneath all that were their plain green fatigues. They were an all theater force, and behaved like one.

Adrik shouldered his rifle and stepped down the ranks, inspecting what he had for men on his pod. Nearby techies and deck Chiefs fueled up fighters and drop-ships at a frantic pace.

The ramp of their particular Gun ship opened up, it's maw hungry to eat Marines, and spit them back out in the Republics face. They were old, but still nasty in their own right. Dreadhawk Gunships they called em. Capable of delivering armor and troops right out their front ramps. The pilots further up gave him a thumbs up through the cockpit. He nodded and turned back to the men.

"Remember the ROE. Don't kill anyone that ain't shooting at you. Capture high value targets as you can and remove them. Do not cause more destruction then absolutely necessary here. Anyone breaks them, and I'll shoot you on sight, per the Articles. Primary ingress will be the bottom hangars of the station. From there we'll press up with our sister teams and flush them out. Any questions?"

"Negative!"

"Load up."

Several full plated figures with Red Cloaks like his moved up the ramp with the fire-teams. Praetorian Guard, the finest that the Commonwealth had to offer.

He tossed them a nod, and then began counting his Marines...

 

[Giddean Kuat]

Location: Republic Frontier Station / Hanger Bay
Primary Objective: Protect Republic Interest
Secondary Objective: Capture Suspected Spy / Secure the Station for the Republic
Allies: Republic, @Harley Fenstermacher , [member="Alexander Sannes"], [member="Hannah"]
Enemies: Commenwealth, [member="Bug'ares'vemmosk"], [member="Marx Zinder"], [member="Katarine Falcon"], [member="Adrik Morgan"], [member="Andrew Grayson"]
Gear: Republic Armor, RR S-12 Blaster Rifle, The Lucky Seven, Lightsaber in Sig.


The wounded soldiers seem to be in better health now, Giddean had let the Medic that were arriving take over on the care. He was a little tired now, he had not used the force for such a long time ever. Concentrating on the force around him was overwhelming to say the least, and for someone who did not train very much it too a lot out of him. He and a few other Republic Troopers were getting there weapons ready and Giddean readied his blaster carbine, Republic Standard Issue. He knew there were boarders on their way to the station, however, he did not know where they were heading.

The obvious area was the Hanger Bay that they just blew to all Hell. The emergency vacuum shields should have kicked on by now and fire suppression would kick on if it did not already.

Deck crew were running around the Halls either grabbing fire extinguishers, or blasters that were in the hands of wounded or dead troopers. Looking around, he counted about 20-25 defenders of troopers and those sorts. More would be on their way or placed on guard at other possible entries. Attacking a station that had Republic Garrison, they were either stupid or felt they were strong enough to take them.

Slapping a fresh energy mag into the Carbine, he looked to the other soldiers and nodded. Lets show them how wrong they were.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a women that was not part of the crew enter the hall. It was too late to worry about civilians, she would have to be ignored in case of intrusion. "Ready yourselves Troopers, repel boarders."

 

[Chekīta Kaie]

Location: Hanger Bay
Peps: [member="Giddean Kuat"]
Ens: [member="Adrik Morgan"] [member="Katarine Falcon"]
Objective: Figure out wtf just happened

The world around her seemed all blury as the smoke cleared, herself not sure what in the world just happened. ONe second she was just arriving, coming to the staion on behalf of the Organa family to make words with the republic. Next this her ship was almost blown to smithereens and everything when hazy, her first instincts being to grasp a weapon and dive for the nearest cover she could find.

Shaking her head out of the small concussion Chekita's eyes looked around the area, most of the flame had been taken care off, but a few dead and many wounded lay around the floor, one of the Kuat people whom she had come to see directing troops around the floor space. Keeping behind cover least anything blow up again she quickly slide over to said man, battle rifle at the ready.

"Oi, you ave any idea what's going on"? she more or less shouted, her words a little muffled with the balaclava over her mouth.

 

[Alexander Sannes]

Location: Republic Orbital Station
Objective: Evade and defend against attackers
Enemies: [member="Adrik Morgan"] [member="Katarine Falcon"] [member="Bug'ares'vemmosk"] [member="Kell Lane"]
Allies (Immediate Area): Possibly [member="Nunak"] and [member="Saabossi"]
Allies (Overall): [member="Chekīta Awaud"][member="Giddean Kuat"] [member="Hannah"]


Alexander was rather annoyed when things went to hell and quickly the senators were rushed off into protective custody. Alexander, had other ideas though and waved off the soldiers to go aid with the other more frail members of the Senate that had come with Harley Fenstermacher and himself. Alexander instead looked to his personal guard, one who had come with him from Eshan, and smiled. Without so much as a word, the guard sighed and unstrapped his blaster pistol, giving it to the Senator and nodding as he shouldered his own slugthrower.

Alexander preferred physical projectiles as is, feeling the recoil and knowing the slug that left the barrel was something he could reliably adjust for. It was much like how he preferred the melee weapons that he could utalize over the saber he kept hidden in his clothing, but if push came to shove, the pistol would be abandoned for the far more useful weapon that was a lightsaber.

It was then that he saw a two other individuals, who had been in the area, the first being a female snake like creature he did not know the name of, as well as another soldier, both who's names were placed on the front of their armor for identification purposes. Alexander looked at his guard, knowing the man could be trusted and nodded towards the third senator.

"Protect that man, myself and Harley are able to handle ourselves..." With that the guard nodded and Alexander moved to talk to Saabossi and Nunak.

"You two, I request your escort. I am interested in aiding with the removal of these interlopers from the station, and would appreciate it if you joined me in such..." That was all Alexander said, cracking a grin at the two and motioning with his head towards the door. "And before you say it, I can promise you im not some soft man who doesn't understand whats going on, so shall we go?"

Once they agreeed, Alexander would head with them into the hallway, moving to head off any would be assassins that had boarded the station.

 

[Saabossi]

Saabossi stood at the ready, among other soldiers. She was ready for a fight, another conflict. And then, she got a request that she not at all expected. She nodded at the orders given, then the one they were to escort approached. She held her rifle across her chest, standing tall on her tail. "Affffirmative, we are to protect you. Ssssso I ssssshhhall follow" she hissed, at the ready. Her weapon was powered and primed to fire at a moment's notice. This senator was her new commander. Saabossi was to follow her orders now. "They will never sssssee me coming."

She began to slither a bit closer to the ground, keeping low. Slowly, but just at the right pace to keep up enough that she could still catch and fire upon anyone that threatened their life.

[member="Alexander Sannes"] [member="Nunak"]

 

[Robert Praxon]

Robert Praxon​

Equipment: Armor Rifle Sidearm Knife Bacta Glove with 3 extra capsules​

Flicking his cigarette on the durasteel floor of Hangar Bay 3 Robert sighed loudly. "Of course they'd stick my ass on some station in the middle of nowhere for a first assignment." Robert kicked at the remains of his cigarette, crushing it and spreading it across the floor. Pacing forward he heard a loud boom that rattled the very foundation of the station. Struggling to catch his footing for a moment he looked up in shock as alarms began to ring, warning of an explosion only one bay over. Exhaling loudly he looked to the nearest Private "Lucky we swapped bays with those guys this morning huh?" The private seemed far too shaken to fully grasp his words, simply responding "Y-yes Sir." A private, somebody who probably couldn't tell a boot knife from his electric razor, or so he'd been told many times in the Academy.

Hearing the comms explode with chatter inside his helmet it called for all units to converge on Bay Two in an attempt to repel any boarding action by the enemy fleet. Robert pondered the order for a moment and raised his hand, signaling his men o stop as they began moving towards the hangars exit. "Delay that order men, we're staying here, prepare fighting positions!" He shouted to them, many confused and a few visibly frustrated. He didn't expect them to understand, they didn't have the same training he had. The idea was simple, if the enemy bombed that hangar, no doubt it would be getting vented and blast shielding would go into affect. What kind of idiot would go into that kind of mess only to run right into the exact spot they know the whole stations attention was on. If Robert were them he'd go to any other Bay to board the station, even if only one over.

Helping the same Private from before pull a small cargo container to link up with the small bulwark his men had made in front of the Bay exit Robert would kneel down, shouldering his rifle as he looked for any ships trying to slip inside the hangar to land.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Alexander Sannes"] | [member="Harley"] Fenstermacher | [member="Bug'ares'vemmosk"] | [member="Giddean Kuat"] | [member="Katarine Falcon"] | [member="Kell Lane"] | [member="Marx Zinder"] | [member="Hannah"] | [member="Adrik Morgan"] | @Chekita Awaud | [member="Saabossi"] | [member="Robert Praxon"] |

Space. The final frontier. These were the voyages of the starship Ayrix. It's continuing mission was to house the holocrons, books, memorabilia and paraphernalia of the dark side as it glided through the black abyss of the Outer Rim colonies, stopping only to collect fuel so as to continue it's endless journey through the cosmos whilst it's Lord and sole occupant, save for the skeletal crew of droids, rested in contemplation in search for answers to the Force.

Dropping out of hyperspace into the area of space of which the Republic station was located, the Ayrix headed on a bearing towards the station. It's automated crew of droids had already sent hailing messages to the station so as to request permission to dock and for fuel to be supplied.