First Order: The World Turned Upside Down [T1 of Kaeshana]

[Ria Misrani]

"Good, I need you on tactical," Cyone remarked as she rushed over toward the science station, "not yet but with the Raptors out charting the system I'm not sure if they'll be able to turn around in time, we're recalling the shuttles that haven't landed, or urging them to make contact as fast, and as safely as possible." She says on the comms line to [member="Natasi Fortan"], as she looked over her systems, "the ships that I brought with me are equipped with sensor jamming equipment and we should be able to confuse the pirates long enough to get into formation." She looks over at Lieutenant Choi and Ensign Quentin, "on my marks I need you two to get us closer to the Stellaris, she's still turning around, Quentin I'll start on the sensor jamming but I want you ready to take over on my signal."

"I trust your marksmanship [member="Charlotte Reed"]," she says with a wink, as the FIV Emerson pulls into position.

 

[Roderik von Brinkerhoff]

Location: FIV Concordia
Post 1

Colonel Roderik von Brinkerhoff - starfighter pilot extraordinaire, officer of the highest caliber, intergalactic gentleman, and guy who overall hates stupid drama for the sake of drama and really despises shady behavior on every front - stood aboard the bridge of the mighty star destroyer, Concordia. What was he doing on the bridge? He was preparing himself to prepare his pilots to scramble against the pirates who had decided to interject themselves into the scenario.

"Order the wing to scramble all alert fighters. Keep secondaries back for the time being. An overwhelming display of force is not what is needed here. Minimal effort, maximum victory."

He spoke to his executive officer, a Major named something Avalonian, and spoke with a distinct Avalonian accent.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Post 1

Objective: Protect the fleet.

Kyrel had enjoyed some meditation within the dark side on the routine trip to hyperspace. He had gathered strength in the dark side for what he thought was going to be some pointless mission. He sighed at how useless he would be. Peace was never his thing enforcing the Supreme Leader's will was. He was snapped out of it by sensing a disturbance in the force. This came true after minutes from jumping from hyperspace a pirate fleet jumped upon them. All pilots and craft were forced to scramble and he quickly made his way down the hanger. He jumped in his TIE Advanced X1,and zoomed out of the hanger.

He moved swiftly leading the TIE fighters he said over the comm,seeing the enemy cruisers and fighters coming straight for them. "Engage all hostiles,shoot to kill." The enemy began firing upon him. He banked and barrel rolled firing his turbolasers engaging the swarms of fighters. He immediately targeted the shields of one enemy ship blowing the generator to smithereens leaving it at the mercy of the bombers. The bombers destroyed the bridge and the ship exploded and became nothing more than a fireball. He than reengaged the fighters assisting two TIE fighters that were being chased. After destroying the enemy fighters he concentrated on the rest showing no mercy.

 

[Hogrum Veed]

Post Seven.
Victory-X Star Destroyer, Devastator.

"...Oh, yes, of course," the Captain answered.

"Very good, Captain," he said with a nod of his head, to which Hogrum regarded the nearest sensor ensign, specifically the same one as earlier and said, "As soon as possible, get us a visual on those approaching ships. We don't want any surprises."

There was an acknowledging nod of the head, perhaps an understanding of the inner workings of the Lieutenant's mind before a, "Yes, Lieutenant, Sir!"

Already, Hogrum felt as if he could feel the rank 'Captain' accompanying his name. All he had to do was bide his time, a job that he was hardly accustomed to. With his household it had always been win, and do it fast. Don't give your opponent time to prepare. This game of politics, if you could call it that was long term, annoyingly so. Hogrum wasn't built for it. So many times he had thought of how he would dispose of the Captain and make it appear to be an accident, not that he had any illusions as to the true loyalties of the Bridge Crew.

He needn't even sway them, they were already on the same page as him, that the Captain was a fool needing to be disposed of.

"I've got something!"

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Post VII
Objective: Find Carlyle's Meds.

"Naturally ma'am, understood." Bailey said, with a nod of his head. When he was sure comms had been turned off he looked back at the crewman he'd sent to Rausgeber's quarters. "Where the hell is he ensign?"

"S-sir, he's gone." The officer said, "All I found was his uniform, and enough liquor to kill a Mandolorian." The ensign bit his lower lip, and looked at Bailey. The captain's head was in his hands.

"Kriff!" He said, "Kriffing, kriff, kriff!" He bellowed. He took in long, deep breaths, "Alright, alright, here's the game plan, I want all off duty personnel finding this guy, alright, all patrols, on the double."

The ensign nodded, and ran out of the bridge, rousing as many as he could with him. Bailey knew if he didn't find the commodore, both their careers would be on the line.

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

"Hey hate to break your balls, Chief, but uh [member="Roderik von Brinkerhoff"], what're the chances of me bringing in this bus full of nerds and rushing out into one of those sweet new experimental fighters, eh?" Ishana asked and looked at the communications channel, "oh don't give me that look [member="Pierce Fortan III"], you know you'd be hoping into one of those faster than a Jedi can whip out his lightsaber if you'd get the chance." She sighed begrudgingly as she approached the planet, "feth it, I'm punching it, hold onto your glasses squints!" She geared the shuttle in prep for an atmospheric landing. There wasn't a whole lot more for her to do but she couldn't just ditch her original job of landing the scientists down on the planet. "And for the record I am not sweet on Smokes, alright, Sav?" [member="Nils Brenner"]

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 13

"What in the bloody blazes!" Pierce called as the shuttle jolted a little. "I was kidding about being Shaky, kid, fly straight!"

"I think something's hit us," the co-pilot said, looking terrified.

"Calm down," said Pierce, glancing at the sensor readout. "That's why God invented shuttles. Transfer control back to me."

"Gladly," gulped the co-pilot.

"Savage. Songbird. We need to put down as quickly as possible. If we need to break a few beakers or whatever the hell we're hauling, that's going to be better than them getting blown to bits." He technically was not in a position to order [member="Ishana Pavanos"] or [member="Nils Brenner"] around, but in this case he thought they would probably agree on the best course of action. He throttled forward; the equipment in the back shifted but held into the cargo harnesses. "Hold together," he whispered, pushing forward more on the stick.

 

[Hogrum Veed]

Post Eight.
Victory-X Star Destroyer, Devastator.

"What is it?"

This time the Captain and the Lieutenant asked the question at the same time.

Oops.

When they made eye contact with each other, Hogrum had had enough time to come to a conclusion as to what he should do. And that was bowing his head to the Captain as a way of submitting to him. There was no way he was going to let his plan be figured out by such a fool. The ensign however, pretended not to notice, and he nodded his head to the actual Captain before saying, "Looks like a freighter, couple of ugly retrofitted fighters clamped to it."

"Pirates," the Captain said, a thought that everyone was undoubtedly thinking.

"An easy operation," Veed voiced. Sure he knew when to step out of a conversation, but he still needed to learn when to step back into one. "We need no fighters for this."

"Hmm."

 

[Brent Smith]

Location: Deep cover, pirate base
Post: 1
Status: Deep cover
Alias: Jones Logan

The smell of bad beer and bad hygiene were two things Brent believed he would never get accustomed to. When Derrium sent him on this mission a month ago to start out, Brent was overwhelmed greatly by the sheer power of these pirates to reek with scum-smell. But somehow, against it all, Brent had managed to maintain his cover. Operating with the FOSB had started out as a chore, but now the stoic man was coming to love the challenge. Dressed from top to bottom in ragged, worn, clothes, and covered with more mud, grease, and dried sweat than humanity should ever muster, Brent sat back on a stack of crates feigning a drunken stupor.

He had been sent to gather some intel on the underworld in these parts and do some scouting. When he had built up a strong reputation as Jones Logan, a pirate and mercenary with a temper and thick accent, Derrium had sent him a last minute redirect. He was the closest agent and the one with the strongest backstory that fit--infiltrate the pirate base to help eradicate this scum. Ordinarily, a quick orbital bombardment would have done the trick. However, the combination of a nearby village and high priority prisoners that would soon become slaves without intervention necessitated a more delicate approach.

The idea was simple--he would get in, disable scanners and watch as the storm troopers in the area would come in and finish the job. But in practice, he knew that often things were far far from easy. Rolling over he staggered to the men's room where he had privacy enough to tap out an encrypted comm to the Sargent near the area, [member="Torian Pierce"] :

'We are go.'

He flushed the comm into the toilet where it would self destruct. But more importantly, he now stood directly under the comm antanea. He pried a board lose from the wall and looked at the exposed wires. Old stuff, outdated by the time the Clone Wars had rolled around, Brent guessed. It made things all that much easier. He quickly cut one of the wires, attaching it to his datapad. A false feed of "all clear" began to flow through the system. All was almost done, Brent thought with a half sigh of satisfaction.

"What the hell are you doing?" demanded a voice behind him.

 

[Daxin Novari]

Location: Humanitarian Relief Shuttle
Post 2

Daxin Novari, Senior Technican of the First Order's Starfighter Corps, camped out in the back of one of the many inboard shuttles to the planet of - whatever desolate rock this was. He lounged in an acceleration chair found in the cargo compartment, reviewing a datapad which contained the information pertaining to each and every crate of humanitarian aid that was packed in this particular shuttle. The supplies were standard, medicines, foodstuffs, and other vital things to win the hearts and minds of whatever primitive creatures occupied this world.

"What do you think the reception will be?" He inquired idly to one of his technician crew-members.

"Well, we're not really liberators. We're not conquerors. Who knows how they treat the delivery men here. Where even is here, sir?" Came the response.

"Nowhere special." Came Daxin's response, just in time for the shuttle to be rocked by space turbulence.

 

[Ishana Pavanos]

"What do you think I'm doin' Smokes?!" Ishana shouted, "there's only so much I can give this thing on juice, it's a blasted shuttle for cripes sakes, I mean have you seen what they're keeping up in your cousin's ship? I mean, I'd love to get my hands her joystick..." the Songbird thought for a moment, "I mean the new ship, not your cousin, although..." And then looking over her shoulder. "I gotta land this thing, feth, you guys have your suits right?" She was nearing the atmosphere but she didn't feel right about ditching them on the planet, "son of a hutt, ugh, sorry kids - field trip cancelled over an unexpected cloudstorm of pirates." She remarked pulling the shuttle to a slow so she could turn it around proper, "and there goes our ride, karkin'..."

 

[Hogrum Veed]

Post Nine.
Victory-X Star Destroyer, Devastator.

The pirate freighter was practically within range of their long-range turbolasers.

Hogrum Veed wasted no time in turning to the gun stations. "Get those long-range turbolaser online, get me firing solutions for its bridge." While Veed spoke, he walked the length of the Bridge, going down into the pits and laying gentle hand on a back, or a shoulder to encourage them in their duties. He had been with these men on dozens of patrols, many of them fruitless, on a handful of them actually bringing them into contact with rebels, or even pirates.

They had always came out alive.

There was nothing to fear.

Throughout, the Captain remained silent.

Perhaps he sensed his coming doom?

"There's other ships, Captain," the ensign said after offering a wink to the Lieutenant. Small ships, corvette sized. Nothing special when matched up with the Victory-X Heavy Cruiser. "They're making way straight for us."

"Fire everything on the freighter. Red alert, get the marines to their stations." That was when the intercom came on, and as if he were an automaton, the Captain had wandered over to his command chair and had immediately begun speaking.

"All stormtroopers, report to your designated defense points. Prepare for breaching."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 14

"Colonel von Brinkerhoff," said Natasi, turning to him across the command table. "Strategy question," she said calmly. "Do you think I should move the Concordia forward to engage these pirates directly? I'm inclined to keep her back here and let our fighters do their business." She beckoned him over and they studied the command map together. "Perhaps I do have a maternal bone in my body after all; I do worry about sending them all the way out there on their own, but I don't want to hinder them."

She frowned and glanced at the communications console, then sighed and hailed [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]'s ship again. "Do we have the medical records, Captain Bailey?"

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

Post VIII
Objective: Find Carlyle.

Carlyle continued skipping through the whole sensor array, smashing consoles, and anything else of vague importance. The laughter echoed through the secluded part of the ship, being only interrupted occasionally by the clanging of wrench on First Order steel. Carlyle danced around, singing various naval shanties and screaming obscenities at the top of his lungs at basically everyone he'd ever met.

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"Sir, somethings happened!" One of the technicians aboard the bridge yelled, "Sir, the sensor feed, she's changed!" Other technicians, followed by Bailey began to crowd the console.

"What the hell happened?" Bailey asked, "This feed, it's better. Did you mess with the settings lieutenant?"

"No sir," The technician replied, "I was just watching the data feed, and it told me the feed had somehow been rebooted."

"How does the feed get kriffing rebooted though?" Bailey asked, "Someone tell me that."

One of the engineers stepped forward, "Sir, it'd require a manual rerouting of things." The engineer said, "Someone would have to be manually down there changing things."

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Post 2

He never felt more happier than ever. He never thought that he would be glad to see pirates in all his life. He kept engaging the fighters,fighting viciously to keep them off of the capital ships. He made attempts to aid the bombers strike at the capital ships. He decided to make a run for the bridge but as he did two fighters were right behind him. He barrel rolled avoiding some missles that were fired and had them hit each other. They exploded violently as he grinned continuing his run.

The turbolasers of the ship kept firing trying to stop Kyrel,but his experience as a pilot and his will would have none of that. He than grinned as he fired his own lasers. Green bolts flyed as they hit the bridge and within moments exploded. The TIE than zoomed quickly gaining after a squadron of bombers that were trying to hit the engines. He made sure to pick them off one by one,to savor the chase,as he found it exciting and exhilarating. He than reached down to the last pilot,and right before he was about to make his run a green bolt struck his wing,and exploded right before him.

He than proceeded to help out with the rest of the fleet aiding the other pilots in protecting the ships.

 

[Hogrum Veed]

Post Ten.
Victory-X Star Destroyer, Devastator.

The long-range turbolasers had engaged the freighter at this point, dozens of bursts of emerald and crimson turblaser fire erupted from the wedge shaped metal behemoth. It belched out the attacks, concussion missiles firing as well, some being intercepted by starfighter fire, starfighters themselves, even point-defense lasers, but all the same, the majority of rounds struck the freighter the closer it got to the Heavy Cruiser.

Multiple hits were direct, likely damaging the ship beyond being able to travel straight.

It was already on its death course the moment it had made its plot.

By the time the freighter came into range with the main batteries, the entire armament of the Devastator had done as its name would suggest.

Utter annihilation.

The corvettes on the other hand were small, extremely so, hyperspace capable troop transports, Hogrum had determined.

The stormtroopers were already in position, or they were about to be. It didn't particularly matter where these would be pirates landed, they would be killed all the same.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Post 15

"Helmets on, kids," Pierce called into the back of the shuttle as it hit the atmosphere. "We need to unload this thing on the double and then I need to get back to the Concordia."

He put the hammer down and the Agnetea hurtled towards the surface. "We're going in hot!" he called as a warning. He plunged the shuttle towards the landing beacon, and then fired the thrusters so that the shuttle didn't slam into the ground at top speed. He jammed his helmet on and verified that all were on and sealed before he opened the unloading door. "Let's go. Move, move, move," he called and began to assist the technicians with unloading the shuttle.

"Sorry, Ms. Barineker and Ms. Chambers," he said. "I can't leave the shuttle for you to wait in. But the Ambassador and her retinue should be along shortly."

 

[Roderik von Brinkerhoff]

Location: Command Bridge of the Command Ship
Post 3

Roderik dismissed himself from the side of his executive officer and the command station for the TIE Fighters. He strode quickly over to Grand Moff of the First Order, and all-round excellent leader of government and military forces alike.

"Our TIEs should be able to deal with the incursion by themselves. Pirates don't sting quite like a disciplined and combat experienced military forces, and our pilots need a chance to cut their teeth again." He said with optimism apparent in his tone, and confidence in his eyeballs.

"Your concern for our pilots is touching, truly. But misplaced." He grinned now, "If we stick to the rear, we'll provide them all the maneuvering room they need to get the job done. We wouldn't want any of our fledgling aces to complain that our turrets stole their kills."

His eyebrows raised as [member="Natasi Fortan"] comm'd another ship. "Medical records?" He asked.

 

[Garett Van]

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Location: Enroute to the Kaeshana System.​

Allies: The First Order, @Valessia Brentioch, [member="Torian Pierce"]​

Objective: Escort and Protect the Ambassador.​

Post: 2​

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Garett disembarked the shuttle, and got to work ordering his company around getting the landing zone all secure just in case there has to be a hasty retreat would be needed. His engineers started to put up emplaced weapons and some barriers up for cover. The landing zone would become something defensible rather than just open field of nothing. Something seemed wrong though, something out of place. Garett couldn't put his finger on it, but something didn't feel right. It wasn't like someone was watching them, but it was more something was amiss with his soldiers. He couldn't let it get to him, right now but it was something that needed to be addressed ASAP otherwise someone could get hurt or worse killed.​

 

[LT-137]

Location: Orbiting the Kaeshana System.
Allies: The First Order, [member="Valessia Brentioch"].
Enemies: Diplomatic Attire. Pirate Scum.
Objective: Escort and Protect the Ambassador. Engage Hostiles.
Post Count: 3/20

In the blink of an eye, his unit’s orders had changed. Though he was under-equipped and bereft of anything with real stopping power, Torian knew that they’d make do as best as they could. They were Soldiers, after all, not glorified bodyguards who would stooped down low so that others may soar. As a result of the shift in directives, the Sergeant barked out a relentless stream of orders, forcing his subordinates to scour the ancient shuttle in search of anything of use. There had to be something that could - That was when the newer recruit he had threatened came forth with an armful of Voidsuits. Enough for his Squad, and as the man himself had mentioned, perhaps even more. Slapping the man on his shoulder and dressing himself within the dark grey fatigues, he watched the remainder of his squad mimic their commander’s deeds. They’d be ready for when the time came.

Now entombed within the Hardsuit, and bereft of a helmet, Torian turned towards the depths of the Troop Compartment, spying the others that had come along for the ride. It wasn’t that he hadn’t noticed them until now, but the Sergeant had spent the entirety of the journey focused on learning about the planet - drowning out every distraction within the shuttle for the sake of knowledge. As his eyes had connected with his senior, a Lieutenant by the name of [member="Garett Van"], the Sergeant offered a crisp and respectful salute. Noting the man’s combat armour, and his lack there of - a small sliver of jealousy wormed it’s way into his heart. High Command must be rife with sadists, as the slight started to feel personal.

Nevertheless, it was his duty to carry out their orders, and even though it seemed nigh-suicidal.

It was then that his implanted commlink had vibrated softly, indicating a message had come. Tearing his gaze away from his Superior Officer and gently pressing the supple flesh behind his ear, Torian listened to the relayed message.

“We are go.”​

His first thought was that was a mistake. He was nothing more than a simple Sergeant assigned as a Bodyguard. Something like that would’ve been commonplace over Security Bureau channels. Had he been seconded to both the Ambassador and that of the FOSB? It was a possibility. However, as his Orders had changed - from Return Fire to Shoot to Kill - Torian began his journey through the Troop Compartments towards the Cockpit, where he would not only be able to see what forces had arrayed themselves against the First Order, but ask for the source of that cryptic transmission.

| [member="Brent Smith"] |​