Valdus Bral
️ Clan Bral Alor ️| Warlord of Nellogant
Location: Pandath Shield Generator
Objective: Reinforce the Generator Room, Respond to and investigate the cause of Perimeter Team 4’s comprised location.
Allies: [member="Adenn Kyramud"] , [member="Ruus"]
Enemies: [member="To'Kola Bakari"] , [member="Xobos Yakieer"]
The pair of Tal’galaar rushed forward with their rear flank being guarded by the ARC-170r heavy fighters behind them. Just as Valdus had assumed, the enemy interception flight had come from above and behind in an attempt to bring down Valdus’ own flight of starships. Either due to a lack of experience or high durability starfighters, the two enemy squadrons had been ripped apart by the rear-facing quad medium laser cannons of the ARC-170r’s. The pilot of Valdus’ gunship relayed the positive news to the Alor, “ Enemy has engaged our escorts and suffered major casualties.” He was pleased by the report, though his mind was too focused on the lone derelict starfighter he had seen previously to cheer or give any grand speeches of superiority.
The Tal’galaar continued on their way as the ARC-170r’s broke formation and began to go after the remnants of the dual enemy squadrons. Their wingtip mounted medium laser cannons now focused on each fighter in turn. What happened next would’ve caused the pilots of the ARC-170r’s to be surprised, but alas the droid brains were not capable of such complexity. Instead, it would be left to the pilot of the other Tal’galaar gunship to express the turn of battle. As the lead ARC-170r of the counter assault began to get a lock on the lead most starfighter of the enemy wing, the ARC-170r’s medium laser cannons entirely missed as the pilots began to pull maneuvers that only veteran pilots could hope to perform without damaging their craft or themselves. “Alor, their pilots….” Valdus thudded over towards the cockpit to look at the window as best he could to their rear and upwards. He saw the enemies that had previously been occupied by being decimated were now weaving between his heavy fighters, taking advantage of their lower speed and lack of high maneuverability.
“What…is this….” Valdus began, his words slow and growing in frustration. How was this possible? The Confederates were not known to Valdus to have this many high proficiency pilots. It dawned on Valdus that the sudden improvement of skill had to have come from the source of all miracles, “Sorcery…” The word rolled off his tongue with the toxicity and disgust that could only be mustered by true hatred. “Get the Tal’galaar to the city. Leave the ARCs to the deal with the rest.” As he said that and before the pilot could affirm his orders in their typical way, one such ARC exploded into a fireball, pinwheeling to the ground, and through the smoke screen flew out one of the enemy starfighters, being quickly trailed by another ARC, whose medium laser cannons were hitting too infrequently to compensate for the lower rate of fire that light laser cannons normally had, thus drastically reducing their overall output. The ARC-170r’s at this point were to be used as decoys to buy time for the organic crews to get to safety. While he expected the ARCs to continue to inflict casualties, to assume that the ARCs could eliminate the rest of the squadrons’ members was almost surely mistaken.
So it was that the ARC-170r’s were left to the swarm, throwing out barrages of medium laser cannon fire from their front and rear, trying to scrape any more casualties before they themselves began to be picked off like hawks attacked by a swarm of sparrows.
Meanwhile a this pilot’s sensor array pinged an unknown ship a far distance away from them now, but entirely unlike any signature he had received before. The way that it registered raised concerns, “ Alor, there’s some…oddity ship out there. Orders?” Valdus turned to his pilot, “ Is it pursuing us?” The pilot responded with a shake of his head, “No, Alor.” Valdus nodded, “Ignore it.” The pilot turned back to the controls and finally the Tal’galaar made it into the city, passing through the shields and slowing. It took only seconds before [member="Ruus"] could both hear and feel the rumbling of multiple ion drives of the dual Tal’galaar before they landed in single-file on the street nearest the main shield generator. “ Shaadlar! Shaadlar! [Move! Move!]” He roared over his local commlink. The rear hatches of the Tal’galaar opened to reveal the barely lit interior of the Tal’galaar.
A sound of heavy machinery ensued, more than one, the cracking and buzzing overlapped with each other as the sounds of several pairs of footsteps belonging to metal colossus. In few steps two Devastators from each gunship emerged, gleaming in burnished metal suits, equipped with weapons that no normal man could hope to lift let alone use effectively. They were magnificent. The four mechanized super-heavy infantry marched towards the door of the shield generator room. Valdus followed behind them, dwarfing even their large heights with his own. Over his commlink again he spoke loud enough that [member="Ruus"] may hear him without a commlink active. “This is Alor Bral. I am outside the generator chamber, open the door and receive my warriors.” They waited.
In the back of his mind Valdus continued to think about the starship that had seemingly been abandoned. It had to be one of those meddling jedi, sith, or something in between. He knew that normal forces would be no match for one imbued with the witchcraft and sorcery as they were. His thoughts were interrupted when a call from one of the city lookouts called over the commlink, “Perimeter Team Four has been compromised. Possibly a small elite shock force, no visuals. Immediate response required.” Valdus quickly responded, “Where is that located?” The lookout responded with the location of the turret previously operated by the aforementioned team.
If [member="Ruus"] open the door to the generator controls, then the four Mandalorian Devastators would march through and take up positions within the room. “I’m on my way.” Valdus responded to the lookout. It would be easy for Ruus to know where he was going and Valdus didn’t expect to be stopped. Though he did wait for Ruus to explain if the status of the city as he knew it, or at least the shield generator, to him while he was there.
Objective: Reinforce the Generator Room, Respond to and investigate the cause of Perimeter Team 4’s comprised location.
Allies: [member="Adenn Kyramud"] , [member="Ruus"]
Enemies: [member="To'Kola Bakari"] , [member="Xobos Yakieer"]
The pair of Tal’galaar rushed forward with their rear flank being guarded by the ARC-170r heavy fighters behind them. Just as Valdus had assumed, the enemy interception flight had come from above and behind in an attempt to bring down Valdus’ own flight of starships. Either due to a lack of experience or high durability starfighters, the two enemy squadrons had been ripped apart by the rear-facing quad medium laser cannons of the ARC-170r’s. The pilot of Valdus’ gunship relayed the positive news to the Alor, “ Enemy has engaged our escorts and suffered major casualties.” He was pleased by the report, though his mind was too focused on the lone derelict starfighter he had seen previously to cheer or give any grand speeches of superiority.
The Tal’galaar continued on their way as the ARC-170r’s broke formation and began to go after the remnants of the dual enemy squadrons. Their wingtip mounted medium laser cannons now focused on each fighter in turn. What happened next would’ve caused the pilots of the ARC-170r’s to be surprised, but alas the droid brains were not capable of such complexity. Instead, it would be left to the pilot of the other Tal’galaar gunship to express the turn of battle. As the lead ARC-170r of the counter assault began to get a lock on the lead most starfighter of the enemy wing, the ARC-170r’s medium laser cannons entirely missed as the pilots began to pull maneuvers that only veteran pilots could hope to perform without damaging their craft or themselves. “Alor, their pilots….” Valdus thudded over towards the cockpit to look at the window as best he could to their rear and upwards. He saw the enemies that had previously been occupied by being decimated were now weaving between his heavy fighters, taking advantage of their lower speed and lack of high maneuverability.
“What…is this….” Valdus began, his words slow and growing in frustration. How was this possible? The Confederates were not known to Valdus to have this many high proficiency pilots. It dawned on Valdus that the sudden improvement of skill had to have come from the source of all miracles, “Sorcery…” The word rolled off his tongue with the toxicity and disgust that could only be mustered by true hatred. “Get the Tal’galaar to the city. Leave the ARCs to the deal with the rest.” As he said that and before the pilot could affirm his orders in their typical way, one such ARC exploded into a fireball, pinwheeling to the ground, and through the smoke screen flew out one of the enemy starfighters, being quickly trailed by another ARC, whose medium laser cannons were hitting too infrequently to compensate for the lower rate of fire that light laser cannons normally had, thus drastically reducing their overall output. The ARC-170r’s at this point were to be used as decoys to buy time for the organic crews to get to safety. While he expected the ARCs to continue to inflict casualties, to assume that the ARCs could eliminate the rest of the squadrons’ members was almost surely mistaken.
So it was that the ARC-170r’s were left to the swarm, throwing out barrages of medium laser cannon fire from their front and rear, trying to scrape any more casualties before they themselves began to be picked off like hawks attacked by a swarm of sparrows.
Meanwhile a this pilot’s sensor array pinged an unknown ship a far distance away from them now, but entirely unlike any signature he had received before. The way that it registered raised concerns, “ Alor, there’s some…oddity ship out there. Orders?” Valdus turned to his pilot, “ Is it pursuing us?” The pilot responded with a shake of his head, “No, Alor.” Valdus nodded, “Ignore it.” The pilot turned back to the controls and finally the Tal’galaar made it into the city, passing through the shields and slowing. It took only seconds before [member="Ruus"] could both hear and feel the rumbling of multiple ion drives of the dual Tal’galaar before they landed in single-file on the street nearest the main shield generator. “ Shaadlar! Shaadlar! [Move! Move!]” He roared over his local commlink. The rear hatches of the Tal’galaar opened to reveal the barely lit interior of the Tal’galaar.
A sound of heavy machinery ensued, more than one, the cracking and buzzing overlapped with each other as the sounds of several pairs of footsteps belonging to metal colossus. In few steps two Devastators from each gunship emerged, gleaming in burnished metal suits, equipped with weapons that no normal man could hope to lift let alone use effectively. They were magnificent. The four mechanized super-heavy infantry marched towards the door of the shield generator room. Valdus followed behind them, dwarfing even their large heights with his own. Over his commlink again he spoke loud enough that [member="Ruus"] may hear him without a commlink active. “This is Alor Bral. I am outside the generator chamber, open the door and receive my warriors.” They waited.
In the back of his mind Valdus continued to think about the starship that had seemingly been abandoned. It had to be one of those meddling jedi, sith, or something in between. He knew that normal forces would be no match for one imbued with the witchcraft and sorcery as they were. His thoughts were interrupted when a call from one of the city lookouts called over the commlink, “Perimeter Team Four has been compromised. Possibly a small elite shock force, no visuals. Immediate response required.” Valdus quickly responded, “Where is that located?” The lookout responded with the location of the turret previously operated by the aforementioned team.
If [member="Ruus"] open the door to the generator controls, then the four Mandalorian Devastators would march through and take up positions within the room. “I’m on my way.” Valdus responded to the lookout. It would be easy for Ruus to know where he was going and Valdus didn’t expect to be stopped. Though he did wait for Ruus to explain if the status of the city as he knew it, or at least the shield generator, to him while he was there.
Group 1:
1x Valdus Bral
Group 2:
1x Valdus Bral
- 1x Tal’galaar Gunships (1/1) [Optimally staffed]
- 1x ARC-170r Squadrons (3/4) [Escorting Gunship]
- 2x Mandalorian Devastator (AC-12 , Haran Launcher) - Defending the main city shield gen room
Group 2:
- 1x Tal’galaar Gunships (1/1) [Optimally staffed]
- 1x ARC-170r Squadrons (2/4) [Escorting Gunship]
- 2x Mandalorian Devastator (AC-12, Haran Launcher) - Defending the main city shield gen room