Eye For An Eye [Lords of the Fringe Invasion of Eriadu]

[Sarge Potteiger]

GOVERNORS ESTATE
@[member="Nemene Talith"] @[member="Evelynn"] @[member="Vulpesen"]

Force Lightning was one of the few powers Sarge actually had experience with. Every Sith that he'd fought, except one, had blasted him with the stuff. He'd taken to wearing partially rubberized bodysuits beneath his armor to combat just this problem. Still, he wasn't one to take an unnecessary blast of electricity.


The hilt of his saber was up in an instant, brilliant silver blade moving up and into the path of the Lightning to soak it up as best it could. Whatever residual made it beyond, well, it wasn't worth much.


He made no attack, and instead conserved his energy.

 

[Captain Larraq]

Deep in Hyperspace
Ally of @Gavin Ovmar
Vs @[member="Ayden Cater"]


The blood and bodies of Mandalorians have been for sale to the highest bidder for thousands of years. Even the most pious or self sufficient Mandalorian could be swayed for the right price. And the Lords of the Fringe knew just how many zeroes were required to earn the attention of self sufficient Mando'ad such as the CEO of Mandal Hypernautics.

Rygel Larraq had been provided with a check, an objective, and the estimated size and composition of the Protectorate fleet. The Lords of the Fringe had provided him with a summary of their intelligence on the Protectorate's assets in the area and had made it known what their exact expectations from him were.

For Larraq's part, he assumed that the intelligence was old, assumed that the Protectorate would have double the 'Fringe's estimate in ships, and shook hands with the representative. Were it any other state to bring the contract to his attention, he would have demanded a larger paycheck for his efforts.

However, he had future plans in the Fringe of the galaxy and could think of no better way to open that particular door than to participate in a product demonstration. He had wanted to enact a series of wargames as a way to show off the ships Mandal Hypernautics was producing. He had wanted to wet their appetite for his designs and sell them in bulk to the various nations that operated in the darkened corners of the galaxy.




Rygel Larraq sat in the small throne of a command chair that adorned this particular ship. The ship itself was fairly old. It had been in service with Clan Dem'adas for at least a decade. But she was a sturdy ship of a reliable design. The only parts of her to ever be questionable were the electronic ones, and the report on Rygel Larraq's datapad indicated that they had been replaced with newer models a year ago.

Comprised of spare ships from Clan Dem'adas's Navy and reserve forces from Hyperion Security, Larraq's fleet was mostly in the same condition as the ship he currently resided in. A few of the ships were new designs. The Haran'uliik's that he had commandeered for this mission were likely the newest ships in the fleet, but he didn't have the time to review the maintenance history of each and every ship he currently commanded. So he sipped his coffee, settled into the slightly oversized chair, and scrolled casually through his datapad as he prepared a list of formations, maneuvers, and an overall battleplan for the commanders of the fleet to review.

Their current corse through hyperspace took them through CIS space and deep into the southern reaches of said territory. A brief bribe to both the Republic and their southern allies had garnered their silence during the journey. The exact reason for the Mandalorian fleet's southern migration had been kept a secret. Lies and misdirection had been told to all involved until well after the fleet had reached its staging grounds deep in the outer reaches of the Praesitlyn system. The CIS had caved to his demands for a few tons of Stygium crystals. The Republic, he didn't even bother asked permission to pass through their space. Relations with them were shaky enough at the moment and he doubted very seriously that they would raise a voice of discontent over his comings and goings.

The instructions from the leaders of the Fringe had been very specific in one regard. The Mandalorian fleet must wait until just the right moment to arrive. And must be prepared to strike from an unexpected route. The instructions left him with few options should he want to execute them to the letter, but they also provided him with enough intel to deduce the overall battleplan the Fringe Admiralty was hoping to execute.

When the signal to attack finally reached Rygel Larraq's datapad, he calmly pulled out a cigarette and pressed it to his lips. Slowly and intimately, Larraq held his lighter to the tip of the cigarette held loosely between his lips and watched with interest as the small flame burst into life between his hands. A deep inhale and slow exhale escaped his lips as he closed his eyes and basked in the sensation of the drug.

Finally, jaw set and eyes cold, Larraq glared at the forward holoprojection of his fleet and gave his orders. “Forward. To victory.”

 

[Briika Munin]

Eriadu
Dirtside
Omega Base: Engaging FU @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] & @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] in alley
Mando Squad: @[member="Ermac Laith"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Kable Detta"] @[member="Ordo"] @Briika Tor

When the injured Ordo opened his eyes from his unconscious state, then moved like he'd been reborn to catch the Force lightening sent from the Sith towards them on his Fett Kal, Briika was completely taken aback though ever so grateful for saving her from the agonizing pain that Ermac and Kable had endured.

The petite Mando'ad moved swiftly out of his way as he bounded upwards to the rooftop using his own Force energies. She then took the opportunity to scramble up the side of the rubble pile blocking the alleyway and threw herself over the other side where she came across a blaster rifle that had been laying discarded in the debris; picking it up as her legs carried her quickly away from the previous fight.

Hearing the order to regroup, the golden haired medic made her way further down the alley keeping to the shadows to find her vode, though her mind now was on the ominous looking skies as it glowed like a fireball above. What now?!

 

[Lira Dajenn]

GOVERNORS ESTATE
@[member="Sarge Potteiger"] @[member="Evelynn"] @[member="Vulpesen"]

Nemene let out a soft sight of annoyance as the man wiped away her bolt of Sith Lightning. Really she should have expected that but she had had a small hope that he was somehow inept enough to be struck in the face and simply keel over dead, that would have been most amusing. When he made no move to counter her she tilted her head slightly in amazement. It seemed that the man chose to be defensive, an interesting move for a Jedi...at least from what she knew of them.

She smirked slightly, and power began to form within her off hand.

It was a different type of power than before, not the strength of Sith Lightning, but darker and more malevolent. The aura began to form around her palm, dark mist rising from the back of her hand. Her smile extended, and she turned her body slightly, not towards the Jedi, but the soldiers instead. Her hand shot up like a viper.

A thing stream of...something formed from her finger tips, liquid red energy pouring forth and jumping into the crowd of soldiers. The wave of energy poured forth, not enough to decimate an entire building, but certainly enough to kill a few soldiers.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

GOVERNORS ESTATE
@[member="Nemene Talith"] @Evelynn @Vulpesen


Before her energy had even truly started to take hold on the soldiers who hunkered behind their fortifications, he lifted his own hand and sent out a strong Force Push before jumping into the air to bring his weapon down upon her at a diagonal to cleave from shoulder to hip.

 

[Kable Detta]

Eriadu
Dirtside
Omega Base: Engaging FU @Mikhail Shorn & @Spencer Jacobs in alley
Mando Squad: @Ermac Laith @Strider Garon @Kable Detta @Ordo @[member="Briika Tor"]

Though Kable was unsuccessful at tying up the Sith Lord, he had bought he and his comrades a brief reprieve. He watched as Ermac crashed back to the ground, but then hobble away as he called for the others to regroup.

Kable thought that was a great idea and followed quickly behind Ermac. Kable took position at the opening of the alleyway while Ermac collected himself, He scanned the rubble looking for signs of Briika...

 

[Miles Varden]

Skies Over Eriadu City

Miles and the Knights broke off their attack on @[member="stardust"] when they witnessed the Fringe's dragon flying through the battlefield below. Miles sent the interceptors after the fighter.

Inquisitors, link up and take down the lone fighter...Knights, with me on the dragon... Wing X formation.

The fighters fell into formation and began their attack. Coming from the dragons starboard side, the wings up front loosed a pair of proton torpedoes at the dragon.

@[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

star looked at her sensors cursing and opening hercomm masking her voice"persistance huh? well then"star closed her coms gunning her emgines
@[member="Miles Varden"]

 

[Briika Munin]

Eriadu
Dirtside
Omega Base: Engaging FU @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] & @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] in alley
Mando Squad: @[member="Ermac Laith"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Kable Detta"] @[member="Ordo"] @[member="Briika Tor"]

After coming up short of finding any signs on the ground of either of the Mando'ade Field Marshals that had fought the Sith on the rooftop and were flung off, the golden haired medic made her way to the opening of the alleyway where she saw Kable with Ermac seemingly waiting for her to regroup with them.

"Su cuy'gar… " Briika greeted with measured relief in her modulated voice as she walked up to the dark haired Detta brother, pausing for a moment by the black armored young Mando's side; her darkened T-visor looking up at his almost longingly, almost. She was actually glad Kable couldn't see that her eyes were tearful at seeing him alive and seemingly well for a man that had recently gotten zapped with Force lighting.

"Have you heard any thing from Strider or Ordo? I didn't come across either vode on my way here," she said, then added.

"Let me give you each a bacta-stim before we move on… And, I believe this is yours, Ermac," Bree smiled under her buy'ce, handing off the blaster rifle she'd found in the rubble to the Mando merc.

"Isn't there a saying for losing one's weapon?" she teased lightly before grabbing two hyposprays from her medpac.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

TARKIN MEMORIAL CONFERENCE CENTER
Northwest Conference Room - @[member="Cira"], broadcasting; @[member="Masamune Tametomo"], negotiating with some planetary officials, businessmen, lobbyists, etc.
@[member="Rave Merrill"], @[member="Amadalia Vyrn"]





A smile spread across the disguised Sith Lord’s face. He could feel the passion seep from the people in the conference room. He basked in the sensation in the force; there was nothing that could stop Darth Kentarch now. Then it happened, a whisper, a warning, a disturbance. His gaze glanced around the room, something was off, and he had taken a mental note earlier of every person in this room. But he could not place what had thrown him off. Through he felt something very familiar, photonic manipulation, but was it possible?


“Cira?” The word struck Kentarch hard. He realized more and more people’s attention were being drawn to an auburn haired woman in the crowd. “No.” Kentarch said to himself. “That’s not possible.” The mood in the crowd calmed, he could feel the fear, anger, and passion fade away into nothing. The voices chanting slowly stopped one by one, his intoxicating grip on them washed away like nothing. Cira, The Lady Protector herself, stood before him and now the crowd chanted her name.


Yet it was not the fact that the Lady Protector was alive and in the same room that bothered him. It was not the fact that her sudden appearance stopped his brainwashing of the Eriadu people. No, what bothered Kentarch was the fact she simply appeared out of thin air. This coupled with the sense of bending light, although he was still unsure of it. Years ago, he travelled to a distant and relatively unknown system which was home to a moon called Dyspeth. Sent by his master, Darth Kentarch learned the people of Dyspeth had not been wiped by the virus as some thought. He learned their secrets as a Disciple of Twilight, and after living with them for months and learning their power, Kentarch butchered them. He had done so to keep his identity and ascension a secret to the galaxy.


But the fact was this same power was familiar because Kentarch used it all the time, to hide the features of his face. As Cira spoke the Sith looked down at the floor, then drew up his hood. With the force he concealed his face. He looked up suddenly, his features gone; only a shrouded and darkened silhouetted outline of his face could be seen. A natural habit, it required next to no effort in the force for him to create or do.


“Where did you come from?” He asked. No longer caring about the Fringe, the Omega Pyre, the Eriadu delegates, or the battle for that matter. This was no coincidence. There was no luck, there was no things of the sort. There was only the force, and everything was aligning suspiciously. He began to fidget, then Kentarch squeezed his fists and focused on the holo-recorders with the force, shorting them out to stop the HoloNet broadcast completely. “What are you?” His tone ominous, the question aiming for what lingered in his mind.

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"]
Generator 1
Objective: Make Vong retreat more difficult, counter-strike their artillery positions, while maneuvering infantry out of their range.

"Sir, the Vong are falling back."
The Captain commented as he watched the battlefield from behind his range finder
HK simply nodded,
"Fire the rockets, aimed at their artillery position and along the lines of their retreat."
The Captain glanced to the droid
"It would take plenty of gas to knock out their artillery beasts."
HK nodded simply,
"Indeed, but it should obscure their vision enough to allow our infantry to move to safer position. And perhaps we will get lucky as well, and the gas will make them dizzy."

The Captain nodded and relayed the droid's orders with a hand gesture.
Salvos of rockets shot from behind the cover of the hill, their aim augmented by the lone MK 4 droid on the hill with a targeting laser spotting for the rest of his droid comrades.

The rockets hit the Vong artillery positions first and great yellow-green clouds of gas rose up, if there was any gas on the field previously it did no came from HK's forces as his droids were changing their payloads. The rockets then hit positions the Vong were heading towards, more clouds of choking gas rose, if they wished to run through it, surely they would have to slow to monitor their breath, or avoid the regions. Otherwise, they could risk the dizziness the gas would bring followed soon by them passing out into unconscious. At least in theory and on normal beings, it would take bit more for the gas to work on Vong most likely, but they were very much so still subjective to gas warfare.

"Alright, MK 3's and infantry move back behind the hill and regroup, we have no time to chase them, we need to head towards the Second Generator as soon as possible and reinforce our positions there."
The Captain nodded and relayed his orders in more hand signals, the Mass Driver droids moved as their stabilizators disengaged, retreating from the Vong sight behind the cover of the hill with their infantry counter-parts. The Iron Knights and militia still on guard in case there would have been any counter-charges Vong would decide to do against them. Although they left their covers behind, there was no time for that now.

"MK 4's, change payloads with your reload, load explosive missiles."
The droids whirred as HK's orders were relayed, next time they would fire, should the Vong still stick around for that, it would be much more deadly than just knock-out gas.

"Oh, sir."
The Captain spoke up,
"You will be glad to hear who came back, it's Ci-"
The droid cut the Captain off,
"Please, Captain, I do not have time for such nonsense as gossiping, focus on the battle."
And so, HK will not find out this day that Cira came back.

 

[Velok the Younger]

TARKIN MEMORIAL CONFERENCE CENTER
Northwest Conference Room - @[member="Cira"], broadcasting; @[member="Darth Kentarch"] and @[member="Masamune Tametomo"], negotiating with some planetary officials, businessmen, lobbyists, etc.


Rave came in from the door, and down the hall into the room, leaving a pair of Fringe fighters at the door. She'd seen every face in here as she'd guarded that door; Cira's was most certainly not one of them. Which meant interesting things.

At the belt of Rave's living powered armor, a small vial opened. A few drops of Rave's own blood floated out to various corners of the room, then up above the heads of the crowd, then converged on the woman at the broadcast setup with pretty decent speed. Just little drops of blood, no threat to sense, no immediate violent consequences. Tiny momentary sting and reddish mark should they touch. Heck, even clothes or hair would do.

 

[Ayden Cater]

On Board the Starfall
High Orbit over Eriadu
@[member="Gavin Ovmar"] @[member="Captain Larraq"]

If the first volley had been painful, this second one was down-right brutal. Fringe shields flared and went silent, allowing the weapons fire to impact against hulls. One corvette had the misfortune of having an assault concussion missile detonate against its bridge at the same time a mass driver found punched through the hull and slammed against the reactor. The combined explosion was a sight to see, but the vessel's small size meant that there was little sympathetic damage to other ships. However, as other ships began to suffer shield failures and hull breaches, the charging capital ship formation fell apart and the ships took the most direct path back to the fleet. However, Ayden's wrath would not be assuaged so easily. There was a hole in the Fringe formations and he was going to take it apart.

"Battle Groups Orion, Arcturus, and Vega; make for that hole and don't stop til their whole fleet formation is slag. I-" Ayden started to issue another order when sensors went off. Another fleet had just entered Protectorate space, and from their trajectory they looked to be coming from the Confederacy. They would arrive in approximately one galactic standard hour. It looked like this was might end up a three-way soon. But they had plenty of time to break the Fringe line and regroup before the new fleet arrived, so he was not concerned. By the time the unknown fleet arrived, their reinforcements from Sullust would be on schedule to arrive at around the same time. Unless the Confederacy had emptied their borders, it seemed likely that they would have superior numbers. If more people wanted to come to their deaths, he was not above sending them off in flaming glory.

 

[Louise]

GOVERNORS ESTATE, YOU DON'T GET NEMENE, YOU GET EVELYNN, I'M SO SORRY

@[member="Vulpesen"]

Oh, and here I thought you enjoyed your time with us.

The girl offered him an extremely exaggerated pout, it was very blatant that she was mocking him but hey, what's the fun in inflicting deep emotional and physical scars if you can't mock them without mercy? Exactly. There is method in the madness. Proof in the pudding, one might say, well, if one was an eccentric sort.

Repent?!

She snorted, sometimes it was uncomfortable to witness when any sound actually came from the mute girl. To his makashi salute the girl raised an eyebrow. Assume the position? I think so. The girl didn't follow any particular form, letting her body choose what was more comfortable for the situation. Typically she would wield the curved-hilt blade with a single right-handed grip, letting her left hand perch upon her almost non-existent hip. It was what you would call a cocky stance, but this was far from truth. Her lightsaber skills were left lacking, but her opponent wasn't supposed to know this.

I'll have to decline, I'm afraid, I quite like the blood and fuss.

Let's start off simple, for my sake. The girl hopped forward with deft feet, almost as if she were dancing rather than engaging in combat and to start off the bout she offered him a diagonal slash that was so elementary a monkey could have blocked it.

 

[Arage Bao]

On board the Dzu'ari​

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Sometimes Jared wondered why he had chosen the path of the mental mind. Having a choice, he would have rather be on the surface world, and descend upon them with great vengeance and furious anger. But nope, he had to sit here in meditation.. lifting up the minds of his own folk and decimate the moral of the enemy players. Sounds easy enough. Spencer had thought him the basics, and the rest would only be done through sheer force of will and training. Lots of it.​

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As he knelt on the bridge of the Dzu'ari, the Lord focused himself and the power he commanded through the Force. It drew him to it, as much as he drew it into himself. People used to call it a field, an endless web that connected everything and everyone. The Force. Sometimes he saw a river, of vast astronomical power and he could tap into it. Use its potential in his own attacks.​

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Today.. today as he focused his awareness into a point, the Force was a web, an endless web that stringed all of the living entities together. And he could influence those.. people, and that was what he did. He drew upon the Force and started lifting up the minds of his army and the fleet as a whole. Making their actions more coordinated, their resolve stronger and their fears smaller.​

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At least.. that was what he hoped would happen.​

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Jared had not touched the enemy forces yet, he was not sure what would happen. Better to try and do positive stuff first, before he accidentally made his own troops depressed or something..​

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His mind reached out towards the admiral standing next to him.​

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“Doing what I can. Relay orders, Ovmar's advanced forces are being decimated. I can feel it, advance the fleet; assimilate and guard his forces. Bulk of the wall will be our Permanence-class Battleships, enhance them with the Isard-II and the Resolute. Almost forgot, the Anathema those too. They will be escorted by the Nimix and Predator heavy cruisers, the Renown and the Oscuras might also be of use.​

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Stand-by the Diathim interceptors, no bombers will come in today. And make sure our Aeseth are guarding the Detryte Heavy Bombers. We will have to dish out some damage of our own.”​

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@[member="Ayden Cater"] @[member="Gavin Ovmar"]​

 

[Dissero]

Arriving at Generator 2
@[member="Lucianus Adair"]
@[member="Carré Inirial"]

The skies blazed shades of red and grey above the heads of the pair of Knights as they arrived on location of the second Generator. Having stowed away with the initial contingent of Fringers on-planet, Dissero and Carré opted for a low-key form of travel: on foot. They strayed from the sight of ground soldiers, killing silently as needed, and carefully tread between overhead arcing lines of Protectorate fighters.

The generator grew along the horizon before them until its bulk blocked out what little sun could be seen through the smog. Dissero came to a halt and stared. It wouldn't be long before the stationed patrols would find them, no doubt, so they would need to act quickly. Igniting his will, the man reached forth with his mind along the Force and began to gather the energies.

"Carré, if you sense any other Fringe members in the area please ask them to step away from the building."

He smirked and lifted his hands, ushering the flow of the Force out along the currents of the skies. Blue arcs of lightning jumped eagerly at his fingertips and spread upwards along his arms. Soon his entire figure was engulfed with the energy and he reached out with his will to the clouds above the grounds. There, slowly, they gathered in a dark, roiling mass. The air became electric.

A storm was brewing.

 

[Allyson Locke]

ERIADU
DIRTSIDE
OMEGA BASE- Fighting Mandos in a Dark Alley
Ally: @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]
Mando Squad: @[member="Ermac Laith"] @[member="Ordo"] @[member="Kable Detta"] @[member="Briika Tor"] @[member="Strider Garon"]

Spencer seemed uninterrupted as she held the napalm until the flames started to die out. The chemicals that had sparked the flame seemed to be burning out and she would be able to release the force barrier that contained it. Once the last bit of flame died out, she lowered her hands and broke her focus. Debris scattered the ground, but wasn’t lethal to anything that it showered upon. Spencer drawing in a deep breath felt through the force searching for the lingering bond that she shared with Mikhail Shorn. They had connected enough mentally for her to pinpoint his signature, find it she moved quickly knowing that he was in a little bit of trouble.

The Jedi continued to move and she caught the tail end of the attack on Shorn. Cursing under her breath, she knew the man needed medical attention, but in the middle of the battlefield it was going to be somewhat difficult. With his distance from her a bit far, she reached out in to the force, to wrap around him and pull him back towards her. Hopefully he wouldn’t be stubborn and fight it off. Knowing this, she spoke to him quickly in the depth of his mind.

Don’t be stubborn, let me at least heal you so we can get out of here.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

DEFENDING THE SECOND GENERATOR
TEAMMATES: @Noah Corek @Aeron Kreelan
ENEMIES: @Break @stardust @Alliera Verd @Alen Na'Varro, @Hannibal Oryen


Just as the rubble had fallen due to the Fringers attack, the Omega Defense Task Force Battalion broke the horizon. The tell tale shapes of the Urban Recon Walkers and All Terrain Shock Enforcer (AT-SE) were the first come come into view, surrounded by support craft like the Manticore Heavy Support Tanks, "Tauntaun" FAV's, and the Typhoon-class Artillery. The thick heavy footfalls of the walkers making the very ground tremble.


The hum of engines of the he C/T 400 Troop Transports, M47 Illria-class Dropships, and TA-43 Airspeeders came roaring over head, just behind them, in them the HBD-300 Droid Series would make the bulk of this particular defense force, with pockets of sentient ODF infantry and officers.


But most important, were the anti infantry gunships like the Peregrine's, LAAC's and Inimica's aircraft that would begin to counter the Fringe's forces first and foremost, providing cover fire for the troop transports to deposit their reinforcements.


Among the masses was one Aeron Kreelan; Lieutenant, Knight, Icarii. And she was ready to roll. The woman spotted @Alliera Verd, and without further ado, pulled her OP bolter MK 11 out, aimed at the armored woman. It was heavy, certainly had limited ammunition, but did it pack a punch.

 

[Lucianus Adair]

ATTACKING THE SECOND GENERATOR
TEAMMATES: @[member="Alen Na'Varro"], @[member="Hannibal Oryen"], @[member="Lord Dissero"], @[member="Carré Inirial]
OTHER ALLIES: @[member="Break"] @[member="stardust"] @[member="Alliera Verd"]
ENEMIES: @[member="Noah Corek"] @[member="Aeron Kreelan"]


Now, in the barely two minutes he had been within the generator room, there had been others, many others, that had gathered without, at varying distances... and he could feel the ramping up of Force-imbued power. Curious. This was not in the plan, but the best of plans often went awry in the throes of war. He reached out to the mind of his ally in Eclipse and Fringe.

It appears we have two more bodies most eager to assist our endeavour, he said, mind to mind, and further adversaries, as well. This generator must come down, quickly, no matter who does it... or it may not happen. We must act. Now.

Then, he reached out to the two allies, Lord Dissero, and Carré Inirial, both of which he had only meet or barely seen, in passing, but their faces and names he knew, and he had felt their presences before. That was enough. He reached out to them.

Welcome to the fray, my friends. There is more than a generator to deal with, as I am certain you can now see. I, Kinght Adair, am within the facility now, and would appreciate not being blown apart into many tiny morcels for being in the wrong place. Confer with Na'Varro, if you can.

After, he looked up from the pile of rubble, and leapt out of the facility, and back onto the roof, alongside Na'Varro.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

The lock on warning wailed again and Betna took a quick glance. He spotted the warheads and the enemy fighter at the same time and knew he wasn't going to be able to dodge. He'd have to trust in the beskar plating on the starfighter and his skills as a pilot to get through this one. Maybe.

He yanked the control stick towards the enemy fighter and into the line of fire. Any other direction and the cannons would have a longer target window and could cause more damage to his bes'uliik. Once he managed to get the ship in the direction he wanted, he pulled the ship into a barrel roll. While somewhat comical looking, and admittedly fun to do outside of combat, the barrel roll was good at one thing: Making it harder to target and hit at range against a starfighter. That said, center mass shots would still cause problems for the craft in question. The missiles he couldn't do much about, but at least he could make it harder for the lasers.

The cannon fire came streaming in for a second or two and while many shots missed, a few spanged off the hull in various places leaving scorch marks on the starfighter. The two missiles hit dead on against the fuselage which was what Betna was afraid of. Surprisingly though, he wasn't an increasingly large amount of debris hurtling to the ground in flames. Instead, he watched as all of his offensive weapons, namely all his blaster cannons, were rendered pretty much useless. Mag pulse. His weapons would be offline for a while.

Now past the stream of cannon fire, Betna leveled out the craft and dropped altitude to gain a little more speed. He was no longer combat effective and to try another bombing run right now would give the enemy fighters an opportunity to attack him without return fire, which would mean he'd get his shebs shot down. No, engaging was no longer an option. He needed to haul tail back to the airbase and have his weapons brought back on line before he could come back. Betna maxed the engines and gained as much speed as he could.

Unknown Fringe Pilot: 1
Betna in a Bes'uliik: 0

@[member="Antillie Jenika"]