[First Order] The Piracy Problem

[Michael Wainford]

Location: Unknown First Order Space​

FIV Warlock, Victory X-Class Star Destroyer​

Status: Waiting for reinforcements​

Objective: Eliminate the pirate fleet​

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The First Order's economy was in danger. A group of pirate captains got together and created a powerful fleet that stalked civilian ships on a small trade route near Bespin. Unfortunately, a First Order government official has been captured by the pirates, and is in captivity on the flagship It was up to the First Order navy to destroy the pirate fleet, and rescue the government official.​

The Warlock warped into the middle of nowhere. On the bridge, the crew was silent continuing to do their work. Michael stood at the front of the bridge staring out into space. He walked to the back of the bridge to where the communications station was located. He stopped and stood in a military stance with his hands at his back and his feet together.​

"Ensign, send out a signal to all the nearest First Order fleets with our coordinates and our mission."​

"Yes Commander"​

The ensign went back to work and prepared to send a message to all the fleets in the vicinity​

::This is FIV Warlock at coordinates" The Ensign read out the coordinates "We are requesting back up to engage a pirate fleet on the Bespin trade rout. Rendezvous at the coordinates given.::​

"Very good Ensign."​

"Thank you commander"​

Wainford walked back to the commander's seat and sat down. He knew it would be a long time before backup would arrive. The Warlock floated quietly in space with the engines off and none of the weapon systems activated. The ship was peaceful. Enough time has passed where it was becoming rather boring. He signaled for his XO to come over to his chair where they both saluted each other.​

"Hello there lieutenant. May you play some music on the overhead. It is getting rather boring isn't"​

"Yes commander, right away".​

The XO walked away and pressed a button on the computer that was next to the commander chair. A classical song started playing on the overhead. Michael felt relaxed in his chair. He looked at his watch waiting for the reinforcements to come. This might take awhile he said to himself.​

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OOC​

The message was sent to @Cryus Tregassar [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Aran Piett"] [member="Norin Kellarov"] Any other First Order Navy PC can join too​

If you are First Order army or Knights of Ren, contact a commander of a ship to work out what ship you will be on. There will be boarding of the pirate fleet's captial ship.​

 

[Kenrath]

FIV HammerShot, Inflictor Class Heavy Cruiser​

Location: Force Order space near Bespin​

Objective: Answering call for support​

Status: Preparing for Hyperspace jump​

[member="Michael Wainford"]​

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Commander Norin Kellarov was doign routine patrols in First Order space when his Communications officer turned to him.

"Sir we have a priority signal from the Warlock."

Norin nodded.

"Patch it through LT."

The LT nodded hitting a button and broadcasting the message for the entire bridge to hear.



:This is FIV Warlock at coordinates" The Ensign read out the coordinates "We are requesting back up to engage a pirate fleet on the Bespin trade rout. Rendezvous at the coordinates given.::


Norin listened to the message first hitting the switch to sound general quarters the alarms blaring as Norin made the announcement himself.

"All hands to battle stations............all hands to battle stations...........this is not a drill.................I say again this is not a drill."

Norin turn to the communications officer.

"Get my a channel to the Warlock.................."

Once the channel was open Norin spoke.

"FIV Warlock this is FIV Hammershot....................we are enroute to your located."

When the channel closed he turned to his bridge officers.

"Navigation get me the quickest route to the provided coordinates.................Raise the shields and spin up all weapons. Activiate all long range sensors I want as much intel on what we are facing before we exit hyper."

Norin paused before he spoke again.

"This is what we were born to do Ladies and Gentlemen. A brother got himself in a bad way and we are going to lend him a hand. Let's get it done."

[member="Michael Wainford"]

 

[Michael Wainford]

Location: Unknown First Order Space
FIV Warlock, Victory X-Class Star Destroyer
Status: Waiting for reinforcements
Objective: Eliminate the pirate fleet

After a few minutes. The same ensign stood up from his computer and faced the commander's chair.
"Commander, we have an incoming transmission from the FIV Hammershot"
"Put it on the overhead."
:FIV Warlock this is FIV Hammershot....................we are enroute to your located.:
Michael took out his personal microphone out his front pocket, and positioned it by his mouth.
:FIV Hammershot, this is Commander Michael Wainford of the FIV Warlock. The enemy is a pirate fleet that is currently busy attacking a freighter. We do not have so much time. When we warp into their location, do not attempt to destroy the flaghship. A First Order VIP is held captive on that ship. My officers will transmit the orders I got from high command to you.:
Michael placed the microphone back into his pocket and stood up. He walked over to the Logistics center and got the attention of their head officer. They saluted each other. Michael took and wrote on a piece of paper telling the officer what to do, and gave the paper to him. The officer then sat down and looked through all the documents stored on the ship. He found the orders and transmitted it to the FIV Hammershot.
"Now we wait for more people to arrive. Hopefully Commander [member="Aran Piett"]t or Commodore @Carlyle Rausgeber will get here in time." Michael thought to himself. Michael walked over to his XO, and patted him on the back. Surprised, his XO quickly looked back frightened. It was only his commander.
"Uh, need something sir?"
"Prepare the gravity well generator for hyperspace. Activate the weapons systems and shields. We will engage in combat as soon as we warp in."
"Yes commander!"
The First Order had very little time to catch the fleet at it's weakest. He did not know how many ships were in that fleet, but he knew that the Warlock and the Hammershot could not handle it themselves. The fleet was too large for a victory class star destroyer and crusier to handle

Spoiler

First Order Navy High Command
FIV Warlock, Commander Michael Wainford
Incoming Order(s):
A enemy fleet has been positioned on the Bespin trade route and has attacked
civilian ships. First Order VIP Naiya Lopez has been captured by this enemy fleet and supposedly
has been held in captivity in the fleet's flagship. Engage and destroy the enemy fleet and rescue the VIP

:\Order Received

[member="Norin Kellarov"]

 

[Sage Annel]

Location: Aboard the Pirate Flagship
Status: Imprisoned
Objective: Devise escape, rescue the VIP.
[member="Michael Wainford"] [member="Norin Kellarov"]

It had started as a routine intel operation within friendly space. Sage had been assigned to accompany Naiya Lopez, a rising official within the First Order's governmental structure, on a small tour of trading operations along the Bespin Trade Route. Agent Annel was to be briefed on current trading regulations in the affected systems, and discuss prospective campaigns for forging future policy in those systems that would best serve the interests of the First Order. Sage was to then prepare a report and return to the FOSB to be debriefed.

Sitting in a brig on the flagship of a pirate fleet was not a part of the fething plan.

Midway through the supposedly peaceful voyage, Lopez's small ship was set upon by a group of pirate captains who were raiding merchant ships along the trade route. Pirate raids were something Lopez ought to have been aware of, being a governor in the surrounding systems. Sage made note that--if she got out of this--the incompetence of the First Order government along this valuable trade route should be suggested in her report. Whether this reaction was based in fact or in frustration was not clear, but it did not change the young intelligence agent's contempt for Lopez as she sat on a cold bunk in the pirate brig. She could remember the calloused hands of the pirate who had removed her, bound, from the governor's small vessel. The pirates were a rowdy and unwashed bunch, and many had hooted what a price she would fetch at the slave markets. A Trandoshan had grabbed her arm and ordered her to dance.

Sage was, in fact, an excellent dancer, and--while it was a pastime she enjoyed--she was in more of a mood to spit in the pirate's direction than to entertain his fancies. Luckily for her, the Trandoshan admired her spunk more than he was bothered by the saliva, and she was spared any punishment for her transgression. Naiya, who was of a meeker sort, simply looked on with a mixture of shock and horror. The governor was clearly not pleased at the situation in which the party found itself. Following the episode, the governor's attaché was dispersed amongst the cells in the flagship's brig while the pirate captains returned to their raid of freighters.

Now the FOSB operative was alone in a cell, stripped of her blaster and wrist-unit. Luckily, Sage was a well-equipped little spy, and she had managed to conceal a spare communicator in a location left unchecked by the pirates who had confiscated her other gear. Attempting to not draw the attention of the pirate patrolling the small hallway of cells, she slowly tapped a simple distress message, which she broadcast on all reachable First Order frequencies. Unfortunately, her secret communicator was far less sophisticated in its capabilities than her more ostentatious primary device. She had no way to tell if anyone was listening.

Sage would have to cross her fingers, and look for a means of making her own escape in the meantime.

Spoiler

SOS.
FOSB Agent Sage Annel, Governor Naiya Lopez.
Captured aboard pirate flagship.

 

[Brent Smith]

Location: In Route aboard modified Firespray-31 vessel, "Celestial Bishop" ((I'm using this as it's dev thread))

Brent pressed the bead into his ear as he listened to the transmission requesting assistance.

"Captain, we have action," Brent said, "A rescue mission. Objective: Pirates along the Bespin Route."

The leader of their small outfit looked over Brent's shoulder, reading the request for assistance. "Do you think the damage we sustained from the prior encounter will be patched up enough for us to provide services?"

"I did the best I could, sir, I'm sure we will be able to do something of worth," he tapped the console for a moment, "A ship of our size is optimal for a boarding party while the bigger ships fight it out."

The captain thought it over a moment, his hands resting on the steering yoke, "Very well. Send our compliance then go down and get suited up. We are going to need every blaster we can offer."

"Very good, sir."

After sending the transmission, Brent carried himself down into the small crew deck bellow. He discarded his uniform in a neat fold before hastily slipping into his black body glove underlay. The white plates snapped into place as Brent donned his Stormtrooper armor. The white plates glistened in the fluorescent deck lighting with pride from the hours of polishing and cleaning before.

"GY-789 reporting in," Brent said giving his helmet comm a quick check.

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Transmission:

Celestial Bishop to Warlock: en route to rondevoux. Will reenforce and board once the thick of the fighting has begun. Status: Light arms damage from a prior skirmish. ETA: 10 minutes.

[member="Sage Annel"] [member="Michael Wainford"] [member="Norin Kellarov"]

 

[Hansen]

[SIZE=10.5pt] [/SIZE]
FN-888 "Helden"
FIV "Whisperer" Imperial-I Star Destroyer, Ventral Hanger
Anoat System

Standing on the edge of an Assault Lander Ramp, Joan swings her arms at her armoured platoon, gesturing to the vacant space within the hold. "Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! What are you waiting for the senate to come to a decision!? Get on board the Lander one and two sections!" Joan's eyes shift to Deadeye who is marching his Troopers up the ramp of an adjacent Lander and the two Stormtroopers exchange an understanding nod between one another. Joan then pivots after the last of her Troopers are aboard to find them in two neat files separated by a guard rail running down the center of the transports' interior with their weapons firmly in hand, the young Lieutenant opens up a channel with the Lander squadron commander her left-hand clasps at an overhead handgrip hanging loosely from the ceiling. "Put the ramps up, we're onboard now." The Lander's gunmetal grey ramp recedes up against the ceiling. "Weapon check, keep your safeties on!" Joan's annunciated voice reaches from her helmet out into the cargo hold prompting the white armoured Troopers to vigorously inspect their blasters and equipment. "Very good on the time Troopers! Now we wait to find out if this is another drill." Joan cannot help but grin wickedly beneath the visage of helmet.

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Cmdr. Dietrich Bexley
FIV "Whisperer" Imperial-I Star Destroyer, Bridge
Anoat System

Bexley keeps his hands folded behind back, staring out of the windows from his ageing cruiser with his hands folded behind back. The Whisperer to be certain was an old vessel but still heavily armed with Turbolasers, Ion Cannons and Tractor Beams. Inwardly the naval enthusiast believed that the new Imperial-X class was an inferior strategic weapon because of the amount of [SIZE=10.5pt]Thorilide[/SIZE] needed to stabilise the number of [SIZE=10.5pt]turbolasers[/SIZE] on an Imperial-X class compared to that of the Imperial-I class. Bexley runs his hands against a support pillar of the bridge window affectionately, his train of thought broken by the Transmission. "This is FIV Whisperer broadcasting to FIV Warlock, we've received your transmission and are en route to the Rendezvous coordinates now." Bexley gives a wave of his hand over to the communication officer and pivots to the helmsman. "Take us to hyperspace immediately! Sound general quarters and put me onto Leftenant Lunor. I need to brief her."


((OOC:@[member='Kato']))

 

[Darth Sibilus]

Relentless-class Cruiser, Warrior's Heart
En route FIV Warlock in Hyperspace

The observation deck of FIV Warrior's Heart was a hive of activity. The blue tunnel of hyperspace swirling around the cruiser like a vortex, the roar of the ship's behemoth engines was shaking the ship ever so slightly, making the soldiers and officers on the hundreds of workstations throughout the cruiser work faster.

"Do we have any clues as to what we've been summoned for?" the commander questioned, tracing a finger across one of the many screens occupying the vast control panel she was stationed at. A datapad was passed to her by a passing officer, and she read the signal sent by the Warlock with a nod. Quickly, she handed back the pad and began to give out orders.

This would be Warrior's Heart's first true mission in her hopefully long service with the First Order Navy, and the first experience Lara would have of a true combat situation. However, she expected this just to be a routine interception and capture of a rogue pirate fleet. Never the less, she needed to perform to assure her superiors of her prowess, and allow herself to advance the ranks as opposed to her 'rival' Commanders.

"Commander Wainford, this is the FIV Warrior's Heart, preparing to leave hyperspace. We will be with you in a few moments."

 

[Kenrath]

FIV HammerShot, Inflictor Class Heavy Cruiser​

Location: Force Order space near Bespin​

Objective: Answering call for support​

Status: Arriving at rally point​

[member="Michael Wainford"] [member="Sage Annel"] [member="Brent Smith"] [member="FN-0888"] [member="Lara Andar"]​

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Norin reviewed the orders update Michael had sent him. It made sense. The Hamemrshot's armament would reek utter destruction and risk the life of the VIP.

Communications get me a line to the Warlock.

"Warlock this is Hammershot orders received and acknowledge.................Hammershot will follow your lead."

The line was cut just as the Hammershot came out of Hyperspace along side the Warlock. Norin took a breath standing on the bridge taking a moment to scan around at his officers. Each one was deathly focused on the task at hand not even noticing him looking at them. Norin smiled.

"Sir it looks like we have company..........I am picking up several transmissions and vessels on long range scanners."

Norin nodded.

"Keep an eye on the them and contact the Warlock see if we are expecting more support."

The communications officer nodded before sending a message to the Warlock.

"Warlock this is Hammershot requesting updated interdiction task force roster.........showing multiple ships on long range scans."

With that Norin waited for an execution order from his fellow Commander.

 

[Darth Sibilus]

Relentless-class Cruiser, Warrior's Heart
Beside the FIV Warlock and FIV Hammershot

The cruiser materialised out of hyperspace moments after the FIV Hammershot and she slowly moved into position beside the other giant vessels. Her cruiser was certainly no Star Destroyer, but her heavy shields and destructive firepower gave the plucky vessel a right to dock next to such beasts of the First Order Navy. The small army of engineers, officers and controllers breathed a sigh of relief as the other vessels emerged into view, as it was the first true test of the ship, before quickly settling down with a raise of their commander's gloved hand. The commander strided across the room to the huge window, arms folded neatly behind her.

"Open up the communications to the other vessels." the princess ordered, pivoting on her heel to face away from the viewing port and read the orders from High Command, which had just been transmitted from FIV Warlock. "Activate the shields to full power, and remove the flagship of their fleet as a target, First Order prisoners are aboard that ship and they need to be kept safe. Get the gunners briefed." a steely determination arose in the commander's azure eyes, as she poked a large button with the words: 'BATTLESTATIONS' emblazoned across it. At once, a calm voice came other speakers in every room, hallway and the hangar ordering the troops to prepare for an engagement.


@everyone

 

[Hansen]

[SIZE=10.5pt]FN-888 "Helden"
FIV "Whisperer" Imperial-I Star Destroyer, Ventral Hanger[/SIZE]
Unknown First Order Space
[SIZE=10.5pt] [/SIZE]
"Understood Commander, The Banshee and I will most like land on the dorsal surface of the vessel and board her via an airlock." Joan casts a glance over shoulder towards expectant Troopers. "We're retrieving a high-value target, tier one asset. Set your weapons into the stun position and do not use explosives." Blue spheres watch the two sections of Stormtroopers fiddle with their weapons for a moment before speaking up again. "Watch your crosshair for friendly IFF signals, we'll be working with other First Order assets on this one, OpFor are just pirates so we shouldn't encounter too much resistance." Joan lets up a 'hmph' in front of her Troopers, left-hand curling into a fist and slamming against the ceiling. "Think they will be frightened Troopers?"

"If they aren't, they soon will be!" The two sections of Stormtroopers respond with boisterous enthusiasm, reinforcing the sense of comradeship between them.

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Cmdr. Dietrich Bexley
FIV "Whisperer" Imperial-I Star Destroyer, Bridge[/SIZE]
Unknown First Order Space

The Whisperer jolts out of Hyperspace several dozen kilometres below the other First Order vessels, the Imperial-I Class is a symbol from a time when the Old Empire stretched across the Galaxy, and while not as heavily armed as its modern successor the Imperial-X Class. It is no less an impressive vessel armed to the teeth with Turbolasers and Ion Cannons and carries an impressive complement of fighters. "This is FIV Whisperer broadcasting to all First Order Vessels, Preparing for hyperspace jump on the Warlock's mark." The alarms' drone sounds all throughout the Whisperer, Stormtroopers and Navy Crewmen run to their stations throughout the large vessel. Bexley looks to the weapon officers in their recess aboard the Bridge and points to one of them with gloved left hand. "Have all port and starboard Turbolaser and Ion Cannon batteries forward, when we emerge from the jump to Hyperspace all battery commanders are free to engage targets of opportunity, Ion Cannons should disperse their fire to prevent enemy vessels from retreating."

 

[Brent Smith]

Firespray-31 patrol ship, Celestial Bishop


The captain of the Bishop, an officer named Landon Wren, would revive all messages and reply with an affirmative along the Friend or Foe Identifier. They were First Order Loyalists along with the rest of them.

The moment after Brent sealed his helmet he felt the familiar lurch of the Bishop coming out of hyperspace. A second jostle nearly knocked the armored man off his feet.

"Brace yourself," Wren shouted. "We are coming in hot." A pause followed afore he added, "Orders from the high ups--stun only. Take all prisoners we can."

"Willco," Brent nodded before slapping his carbine into stun.

One of the others, a seasoned trooper named Fall Tenn, placed a hand on Brent:'s pauldron, "Stay close to me, rookie. And don't take any chances."

"Yes s--"

He was cut off by a series of barrel rolls that took all his strength to not fall over from.

[member="Lara Andar"]
[member="Norin Kellarov"]
[member="FN-0888"]
[member="Sage Annel"]
[member="Michael Wainford"]

 

[Varus Ren]

FIV Warrior's Heart​

Hangar Bay​

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As the Knight of Ren strode down the halls of the vessel captained by one [member="Lara Andar"], he was silent. Behind him, following in his wake was a contingent of Stromtroopers, all cradling their weapons just as he did, the ancient DLT-19 blaster in his arms while his sabers hung at his side. As the group entered the bay there was a wave of silence that fell over the clamor of the bay. The Knights of Ren tended to have that affect on occasion.

With a wave of his hand he motioned towards the transport the group would be taking, and without a word the troops pivoted and followed the dark robed Knight. He wasn't fond of any enemies of the Order, but pirates had always struck the wrong chord with him, and Varus was more than happy to execute them in the name of the Supreme Leader. For a moment he paused as he clamored aboard the craft, the sounds of boots on metal sounding throughout the compartment, he realized he could barely remember his name. Not Varus Ren, but what had come before, it was so insignificant now, all that came before was a blur, and all that was clear was his duty to the First Order.

With a sigh, the Knight removed a hand from his rifle and drew up a cloth mask over the bridge of his nose, covering his much of his face, and then pulled his hood over his head as the ramp to the transport closed. He was ready, his men were ready, all they needed was the order.

[member="Brent Smith"]
[member="FN-0888"]
[member="Norin Kellarov"]
[member="Sage Annel"]
[member="Michael Wainford"]

 

[Michael Wainford]

Location: Unknown First Order Space
FIV Warlock, Victory X-Class Star Destroyer
Status: Preparing for hyperspace
Objective: Eliminate the pirate fleet
Michael has been able to rally up a large enough fleet to take on the pirates. On the bridge, he stood next to the windows, and saw the fleet before him. He removed the microphone from his pocket and began to speak:
"My logistics officers will transmit the coordinates of the pirate fleet. Prepare for hyperspace."
He turned around towards the logistics center on the bridge.
"Transmit the coordinates to the FIV Warrior's Heart, Bishop, Whisper and Hammershot"
"Aye Commander!"
The officers transmitted the coordinates to the ships. Meanwhile, the Warlock was preparing for hyperspace to the location. It wouldn't be too long until the whole fleet would warp in, and catch the pirates by surprise. He began to talk to the other ships again
"Attention: We will begin our jump to hyperspace in 30 seconds. Prepare your weapon systems. I will repeat the orders. Engage and destroy the enemy fleet, except it's flagship. The flagship contains [member="Sage Annel"] who is vital to the First Order. That is all."

He placed the microphone back into his pocket, and waited for his crew to notify him that he was ready for hyperspace. It was crucial that the fleet would destroy the pirates before they could retreat and hide.​

"Commander we are ready for hyperspace"​

"Do it."​

Within seconds the large star destroyer quickly disappeared travelling towards it's destination in hyperspeed.​

 

[Michael Wainford]

OOC:​

I can see there is very much confusion on the post so let me clarify.​

1.) The current location is a place somewhere in space far away from the pirate fleet.​

2.) It is impossible to locate the pirate fleet because I haven't given you the coordinates (Until now)​

3.) You could not knock out a whole flagship without the other ships trying to attack​

​

If you can all edit your post accordingly, we can continue. Thanks​

[member="Varus Ren"]​

[member="Brent Smith"]​

[member="FN-0888"]​

[member="Lara Andar"]​

[member="FN-0888"]​

 

[Kenrath]

FIV HammerShot, Inflictor Class Heavy Cruiser​

Location: Force Order space near Bespin​

Objective: Answering call for support​

Status: Jumping to interidction coordiantes​

[member="Michael Wainford"] [member="Sage Annel"] [member="Brent Smith"] [member="FN-0888"] [member="Lara Andar"]​

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The communications officer turned to Norin.

"Sir receiving updated orders and coordinates from the Warlock Sir."

Norin nodded.

"Navigation plot the new coordinates and count it down to jump with the Warlock...................weapons status?"

Norin tunred has the weapons officer gave him a nod.

"Weapons hot Sir."

Norin took a breath as the count down jump winded down to the last few seconds.

"10................9..............8...........7..................."

Norin sat in his chair with laser focus ready to begin issuing the fire order once they saw the enemy fleet.

"3.........................2......................................1"

"JUMP."

Norin and the crew instinctively braced as the Hammershot disappeared just as the Warlock did. What waited for them on the other side was anyone's guess. what ever it was though they would be ready for it.

 

[Hansen]

[SIZE=10.5pt]FN-888 "Helden"
FIV "Whisperer" Imperial-I Star Destroyer, Ventral Hanger[/SIZE]
Unknown First Order Space
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Joan cracks her neck back with a steady raising motion until she is staring at the ceiling with her blue eyes from behind the Polarised visor and a gentle 'pop' is heard within the confines of the glistening white betaplast coated helmet. The edges of Joan's cloak wave steadily as the condenser fan turns on and begins filling the compartment with cool air, her left hand comes off of weapon and rubs at helmet beneath the eyes with a hint of inward anxiety. "Just pirates, in and out like lightning with the HVT, weapons to stun with the aim to process, imprison and interrogate." Joan's eyes are pursed shut while repeating the orders back to herself nervously, not too loudly so as to not alarm her Troopers.

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Cmdr. Dietrich Bexley
FIV "Whisperer" Imperial-I Star Destroyer, Bridge[/SIZE]
Unknown First Order Space

The Whisperer begins to accelerate forward. "All engines ahead flank!" The Commander looks to his helmsman below in the bridge recess to his left. "Have the Navigator enter those received coordinates and take us to Hyperspace helm!" The helmsman acknowledges with an ancient nautical proverb before the Whisperer seemingly stops before slingshotting into the Stars, Dietrich stares out of the bridge windows and silently admires the view of passing stars harmlessly passing by them. "All engines ahead one-third, power up tractor beams. Prepare one squadron and boarding party for takeoff." Dietrich heaves out a bored sigh, too long did he long for a real foe who might stand upto the power of a Star Destroyer, a real naval engagement not the biased beating they dished out to these sort of scum. It was a waste for a man of his talents and experience.

 

[Darth Sibilus]

"Commander, we have recieved the co-ordinates of the enemy fleet. The other ships in the systems are preparing for hyperspace. Shall we proceed?"
"Are the weapons online, and the flagship definitely removed from the target list?"
"Yes commander."
"Proceed."

On her word, throttles were pushed, buttons were pressed and the Warrior's Heart's enginges roared into action, propelling the vessel .5 above lightspeed. Inside her ship, preparations for boarding the flagship were underway.

The vessel, fleet and herself were in prime condition, ready to blast the feth out of the pirate scum, sending a message across the galaxy and their pirate friends. The First Order was not to be messed with.

Spoiler

Apologies for the short post D:

 

[Uhtred Kjartan]

Location... Relentless-Class Cruiser, Warrior's Heart.
Purpose... Await deployment orders.
Protocol... A-36B, Secure Naval and ranked personnel. Code : Amputate, Sword, Zero.

The First Order Relentless-Class Cruiser Warrior's Heart was available to deploy it's infantrymen and mobilized armored men to deal with any hostile congregation. The cold, grey hallways of the Cruiser almost reminded him of the multiple Star Destroyers and Super Star Destroyers across the Galaxy, nothing could stop them in his eyes... The Rebel Fleet was inferior to the Imperial Fleet. His DLT-19 weighed down upon his right should, the butt of the rifle in his open palm, the weapon of mass destruction, the harbinger of death, subjugator of his enemies, defender of his allies.

The men of the First Order's infantrymen seemed experienced and both inexperienced at the most. It was obvious volunteering and conscription were an ongoing process to expand the military might of the First Order. His communications systems buzzed, chatter back and forth between platoon leaders and Naval Operations Command. He had no way of telling if he was to be deployed, so he went forward toward the bridge, in search of an objective to be assigned.

[member="Lara Andar"]

 

[Aizen]

[member="Lara Andar"] [member="Varus Ren"] [member="Uhtred Kjartan"]

also aboard the Relentless Class Cruiser -Warrior's Heart


The loading bay doors opened with a gush of air as Aizen approached one of the boarding units aboard the Warror's Heart. He heard the ship's Captain, [member="Lara Andar"] , order the vessel for the possibility of battle. The contingent gathering proving it was amply ready. His mind raced with alternating scenarios in his head as he saw more soldiers appear for the boarding party.

He shuffled carefully, noticing one of the transports already boarded ([member="Varus Ren"]), while he reported to the other unit. Aizen was part of the Security Bureau. Diplomatic security his specialty. His days of being First Order special forces was long ago, but he was still a soldier none the less.

He had heard sporadic whispers about the Captain which made him aware of his presence aboard the vessel. The situation of a government official taken hostage just screamed for his skill set. His quick approval to a boarding party was less about the Security Bureau influence and more about being another grunt in the battle. 'Never turn down a volunteer,' is what his instructors had always said. He smirked under his visor, never believing he would be the volunteer.

Aizen boarded first since he was an addition, loading carefully in the tight confines of the transport. Though military training was fairly routine, he did not want to disturb the cohesiveness of the unit he was deploying with. He had not been part of a unit for some time, but they had, and sometimes who you knew besides you was more important than anything else in the entire galaxy.

Aizen saw their ramp close. There was a momentary darkness and than a sudden soft hue of green appeared. That was the ready signal. Aizen could hear the rattling of anxiety with few feet. A deep breath here. A small prayer to the Force there. Each person prepared in there own way. Aizen would tap the trigger to his heavy blaster ever so softly, simulating a few kill shots. It was then he heard the buzz, securing the lock of the ramp and than the barking of Sergeant.

"Good to go!" Aizen shouted with the rest.

He was ready. He always had been. Once that light shifted red, all Hell was going to break loose from the Red Maw.


[member="Michael Wainford"] [member="Norin Kellarov"] [member="Sage Annel"] [member="Brent Smith"] [member="FN-0888"]

OOC: it seems the Warrior's Heart has a lot of warriors ready to deploy , lol

 

[Darth Sibilus]

"Commander, there is a soldier requesting an audience with you."
"Is that so? Tell him to return to his transport immediately; he is to board the flagship, take the pirates prisoner and rescue the First Order staff aboard. Kill the others."

Lara was stood silently at a small control panel as her crew busied themselves preparing the vessel for the imminent battle. Her eyes were trained on the task force preparing themselves for boarding the flagship once it had been disabled by [member="Michael Wainford"]'s Star Destroyer, FIV Warlock. One member of that very boarding party had travelled up to the bridge of the ship to speak with Lara herself. To put it simply, the Epicanthix was irate.

The success of the mission could be down to that man's participation, if he was the extreme soldier he claimed to be and there would be no room for mistakes especially as the survival of the captives.

"Upload the mission objectives to each of the soldier's datapads and comlinks." The Duchess said to one of the tech officers in the bridge, dismissing the urge to light up one of the cigarettes inside a pouch on her utility belt. Maker, give me strength.

Spoiler

BOARD THE FLAGSHIP OF THE ENEMY FLEET
TAKE THE CREW AS PRISONER - ONLY KILL IF IN DANGER
RESCUE THE FIRST ORDER PERSONNEL
CAPTURE THE OTHER PRISONERS

[member="Aizen"] | [member="Uhtred Kjartan"] |​