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Deadly Void (Fleeting)

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Progflaw99

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Faction: First Order
Fleet Command: [member="Natasi Fortan"]
Allies:
[Fleets]
[member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Valessia Brentioch"] | [member="William Kerkov"] | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]
[Starfighters]
[member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Collin Calhoun"]
Enemies:
[member="Omega"]
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In glorious flame and a burst of electrical static on his targeting computer he saw the three bogeys closing in on him erupt, blinking from view. Now in the trench the young pilot had gripped the controls even tighter. Nils had to remind himself to breath as his oxygen saturation dropped just enough to trigger the vitals monitor for a second. He grinned.

:: Thanks for the cover Alpha Lead. ::

Once more toggling the switches on a command panel the ship shuddered as power was re-routed back to the engines. He was rapidly approaching their target. It took all his concentration to focus on dodging protrusions from the hull on the interior of the trench, bobbing and weaving through the fire coming from several turbolaser batteries mounted on the interior of the trench. If he were to accidentally fly above the edge, he'd be ripped apart by the sheer volume of fire. Dipping low beneath a large chunk of the bulkhead he saw two small blips appear on his scanners for a fraction of a second.

*FETH.*

Making a split second decision he pushed the controls forward, hard. His TIE fought him as he forced it deeper into Omega's trench. The increased power to his engines and quick reflexes had been the only thing that saved him. Behind the nimble starfighter two explosions rippled against the hull of the weapon sending shrapnel into the bottom of the gutter. Apparently there were more than just turbolasers down here. He keyed up quickly as his range detector indicated there was a slight turn in the trench before they would have a clear shot at the objective.

:: Alpha Lead, watch out for missiles, just dodged two that came out of nowhere. ::

Despite the stresses he was facing he kept his voice cool, his professionalism still in tact. They were committed now. So close. He could see the bend ahead. In his peripherals he could see the range finder ticking down as he sped towards the corner. Seconds before he'd have to make the slow left turn he flipped the toggle switch one last time, a short sputter rocking the TIE as the engine cut out. His stomach flipped as the engines seemed to die. Had he miscalculated the load on the ships systems? Certainly could have been but... As he tried to rationalize what had happened, where his calculations had gone wrong his ship's twin engines came back online, albeit weakly. He'd transferred nearly all power to his weapons systems. He wouldn't get a much better chance than this and as his craft came streaking around the wide turn he lined up his craft with the end target.

The readout wasn't exactly clear about what it was exactly that they were supposed to be destroying but it was hard to miss the giant bulge in the Omega's hull. Had the situation been less intense he might have commented on the design, locating such a vital part of the weapon so near to the hull, but he hadn't the luxury. Rather than contemplate a soon to be irrelevant hunk of durasteel and focusing crystals, Nils squeezed both triggers on his control sticks, his weapons linked and overcharged. If he wasn't careful he might blow out his weapon's capacitors but he didn't care, at this range all he needed to do was loosen enough deck plating and punch into the crystal chamber. Even if he wasn't able to finish the job himself, Alpha Squadron would swoop in right behind.

Thick red laser beams arced towards the hull plating, rapidly depleting any shields and punching inward towards their mark. As he was nearly completing his strafing run Nils pressed the large red buttons next to his thumbs. With a violent shudder the TIE launched its remaining torpedo complement directly towards the crystal chamber. As he passed over the objective he had to pull up on the controls sending him up into space, outside of the relative safety of the trench. Almost immediately the defense turrets were locking on to him, he'd lost a lot of speed by adjusting power to his weapons.

*Bohica* he thought to himself.

:: Attack Run Complete, Bravo Lead bugging out! ::

He could feel the laser fire eating away at his rear shields, they wouldn't last long if he didn't get out of range.

"BB, hit it!"

The droid squealed, rapidly applying as much power as it could to the rear shields and engines, disabling the weapons completely. He'd be a sitting duck without his weapons but at least he'd be alive. Now it was up to Alpha Leader and the rest of the pilots, he needed to get out while he still could.
 
The flagship, the Mateus, has hurriedly left the scene because its battle damage forced it to abandon its chase for the Omega's main systems. One hypervelocity cannon was of little help, and what used to be called the Squadrons Aurek, Besh and Cresh, were now known by other names. While Julie was an elite Star Destroyer pilot, the hypervelocity cannon gunners, on the other hand, were less than mooks. They failed to destroy the Escalade even though one well-placed shot could have destroyed it after the four Udarniks shot at it, with mixed success. By now Rear-Admiral Jondol, commander of Squadron Besh, was placed in command of the entire Republican fleet assembled to hit the Omega's main systems. As outlined by other friendlies they have three options while the Alliance evacuates the survivors off Omega, as it is being trained at Castameer. Saving Castameer, and the galaxy along with it, would require destroying either Omega or the subsystems that were identified by the First Order fighter pilots as the weak spots of the station. Thrusters, focusing beams or power conduits.

"I guess, we're on our own by now. The commander lived up to her reputation: she was aggressively aggroed so that the other light-siders could come in and help out. She was rash, but it paid off"

"Admiral, we have three options: the thrusters dead ahead, the equatorial focusing beams or the power conduits" the captain of the Ameba told his superior.

"Get us in there as close to the equator as you can, and engage the focusing crystals at point-blank range!" Jondol told his remaining units over comms. "All units, double front! Charge!"

"At that close range, the explosion from the focusing crystals may as well destroy us all!" the pilot of the Ameba protested.

"Better us than the galaxy!"

"Hopefully the loss of the focusing beams will cause power conduits to leak! May the Force have mercy on Charzon as she returns the flagship over to Ringo Vinda for repairs" the chief engineer of the Ameba added.

"For the Republic!"

All 4790 meters of ship accelerated to maximum speed as to approach the target as fast as possible, while the First Order fighters were breezing past them, the 100th Wing of the First Order opening fire before the Republicans do. Charzon was simply returning the ship where it belonged: in a drydock. A carrier that big will again absorb all the defensive fire while it charges head-on the Omega's focusing beams. Here not even Julie's piloting skills would have saved the day here. As the Republicans made their attack run towards the Omega's focusing beams, the enemy does not suspect anything. That was a bold move, and this time around there was no Jol Kallak to stop them. Knowing that the Omega's defensive fire can only engage a limited number of targets at once, fifteen capital ships as well as many squadrons of First Order fighters opened fire at the gaping hole of the focusing beams while the Alliance was busy collecting the people who attempted to sabotage the Omega from within.

Command group:

Ship name: Ameba
Class: Udarnik-class assault frigate
Shield/hull: 500/500

Ship name: Larvas
Class: Udarnik-class assault frigate
Shield/hull: 500/500

Ship name: Catoblepas
Class: Udarnik-class assault frigate
Shield/hull: 500/500

Ship name: Longueuil
Class: Udarnik-class assault frigate
Shield/hull: 500/500

Corvette screen:

Ship name: Fortan
Class: Praetorian-class corvette
Shield/hull: 180/180

Ship name: Vizsla
Class: Praetorian-class corvette
Shield/hull: 180/180

Ship name: Saren
Class: Praetorian-class corvette
Shield/hull: 180/180

Ship name: Heavenshield
Class: Praetorian-class corvette
Shield/hull: 180/180

Ship name: Carnifex
Class: Praetorian-class corvette
Shield/hull: 180/180

Hammerhead Squadron:


Ship name: Pencil
Class: Hammerhead frigate
Shield/hull: 315/315

Ship name: Cheater
Class: Hammerhead frigate
Shield/hull: 315/315

Ship name: Pink Panther
Class: Hammerhead frigate
Shield/hull: 315/315

Ship name: Medication
Class: Hammerhead frigate
Shield/hull: 315/315

Ship name: Drill
Class: Hammerhead frigate
Shield/hull: 315/315

Ship name: Clouseau
Class: Hammerhead frigate
Shield/hull: 315/315


Summary of actions: Vice-Admiral Jondol has renamed all the remaining squadrons made of the ships that escaped, and he chose to engage the focusing beams at point-blank range

[member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"] [member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Collin Calhoun"] [member="Omega"] [member="Irajah Ven"]
 
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