Hit the decks a Runnin'

[Aran Piett]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1Ufc2hI4FM​

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FIV Resurgent​

War Game with the fleet​

Objective: Survive​

TAD Commander Aran Piett​

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[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Michael Wainford"] | [member="Gerhard Maxim"]​

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Aran looked around the bridge of the Resurgent class Star Destroyer, it was vastly bigger than his Subjugator. This was just a temporary duty for him to test out the new ship out of the shipyards for the First Order. It was an honor for him to be selected to command the ship for this war game which would be the one Resurgent against the rest of the fleet of the First Order, even Grand Moff Natasi Fortan would be part of this war game. Hopefully the ship would pass the test given to her and she could be sent to the production lines. Aran took a deep breath and then started to bark orders to the bridge crew.​

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"Start up the engines, full power. Shield up, and start to power up the weapons. Let's get this 'battle' underway."​

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The crew started to get the power to the ship as the engines started to power up Aran could hear the "hum" from them in a way. The large vessel started to move into position for it's starting position for the war game with the fleet.​

 

[Michael Wainford]

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FIV Warlock, Victory X-Class Star Destroyer​

Location: In First Order space taking place in a war game​

Objective: Test the new Resurgent class star destroyer by engaging it​

Status: Preparing for the war game​

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@[member='[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/877-natasi-fortan/"]Natasi Fortan[/URL]'], @[member='[FONT=tahoma] [/FONT][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/12465-carlyle-rausgeber/"]Carlyle Rausgeber[/URL]'], @[member='Aran Piett'], @[member='[FONT='times new roman']Gerhard Maxim'],[/FONT]​

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Michael stood on the bridge proudly next to the windows. He looked upon the humongous Resurgent. This war game was created to test the might of this new ship that the First Order has created. The Warlock was a much smaller ship, but could possibly still deal considerate damage on the Resurgent. The bridge on the Warlock was alive with officers in the bridge checking the ship's systems before the games could begin. It wasn't too long until all the systems were checked and they were ready to get into position.

"Commander, all systems are functional. Ready for your orders."

"Half speed ahead. Bring the shields and weapons systems online"

"Half speed ahead! Bring the shields and weapons systems online!"

Now the ship started to become alive. The engines started to hum, and the weapons outside started to turn to the front of the ship. At the same time the Resurgent was moving to get into position, so was the Warlock. Michael was ready to test the First Order's newest warship, but he was also ready to show the strength and power of his ship. He looked to port and starboard sides of the ship to see the whole First Order fleet move up with him. He walked back to the communications station and addressed the comms officer

"Ensign, get me a line Commander Piett of the FIV Resurgent"

The officer nodded and gave the commander a microphone. The commander then waited for the officer to connect to the Resurgent. The officer nodded again.

::This is Commander Wainford of the FIV Warlock. We wish you good luck in this war game. The Resurgent is a mighty ship.::

Michael gave the microphone back to the officer and went back to the window waiting for a response from the FIV Resurgent.

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

sara lee jones, now captain ranked, stood aboard the FIV resurgent, she let a breath out as she walked along the hangar bay, this rank granted her 16 fighters now, big step up she felt in responsibility but never the less sara was determined to honor this rank she was given by the high command

Bolt Squadron report to the hangar area for deployment immediately

bolt squadron started to scramble immediately, 15 men and women all skilled with flight and repair of their fighters, ran through the deck suits on helmets in hand ready for battle, she followed them as ground crews moved with them quickly to start pre checks, each pilot had the standard first order tie, she still hadnt decided on which variant theyd use....so for now they had these

sara got into her tie as she slipped her helmet on, she was at the lead of the pack, and valiantly painted where is was shown was a nut and bolt, she waited for the command to give the order that they could take off
[member="Aran Piett"]

 

[Aran Piett]

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FIV Resurgent​

War Game with the fleet​

Objective: Survive​

TAD Commander Aran Piett​

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[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Michael Wainford"] | [member="Gerhard Maxim"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]​

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Aran looked out to the vastness of space, wondering where the fleet was. Though it was his job to survive the war game, it was also his job to be the judge of this prototype. Aran started to walk back away from the windows when one of the officers got his attention.​

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"Commander our Squadron leader of one of our TIE units requests permission launch."​

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Aran looked almost puzzled as he wasn't told he would have fighter support for this war game. He walked over to the comm console set it to the hanger.​

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"This is Commander Piett to all TIE Squadron leaders, permission to launch is given, for now provide a CAP around the ship and look out for enemy fighters."​

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"Sir we have a comm from the FIV Warlock."​

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Aran nods​

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"This is Commander Wainford of the FIV Warlock. We wish you good luck in this war game. The Resurgent is a mighty ship."​

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"You as well Commander."​

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Aran motioned to cut the channel, and then walked back towards the front of the bridge.​

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"Prep for battlestations, full ahead, lets get this test underway shall we."​

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Aran looked on as the bridge crew started to give out the orders, everything was working out for the best right now, but the real test would come later with the simulated weapon hits and damage. The engineers really out did themselves this time making the ship have sensors all around it to simulate hits and damage to certain compartments as needed.​

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

The Warspite was an achievement on many fronts, and as Lt. Kit Galeway walked the dreadnought's corridors. Hums of engines could be heard, the sound of other crewmembers talking, walking conducting various routine diagnostics and supply checks. She was one of three ships of her class, Kit was fairly glad for being here, here being alive as she made her way to the lift. The interior of the Warspite wasn't welcoming given its nature. Placing her hand on the back of her neck she sighed, either the Balance hated her or loved her. Looking at the book , she wondered if Lt. Commander Walzer just wanted her to die. The book was the thing that Admiral Fiolette Yvarro relied on, it was her command book, her strategy book, her everything and she hand wrote everything in it. Getting off of the lift she rounded the command centre heading straight for Old Ironpants' office. Her uniform was crisp, wrinkle free and as she gazed at her badge Kit was filled with a sense of pride, she was alive during a time of change, change for the better she hoped. Passing by the dedication plaque she took in a deep breath and pressed the buzzer.

"Enter," Fiolette called from her desk, her monitor displayed fleet movements and on a mini view there was an image of Adm. Wilhuff Hauser, "Hauser, I assure you - that the new station will be more than suitable to Quintas' needs." Lifting her eyes from the monitor, "shall we carry this conversation on after tea?" A nod, "very well, good day Admiral." She slipped off her glasses and looked at the lieutenant. "Fetch the tea will you."

"Yes Admiral, and here is your book," she handed the large leather bound item to the Admiral.

Fiolette accepted it with little more than a thank you, as she placed it in the drawer of her desk. "How far out are we from the War Games?"

"Should be entering realspace within the hour," Kit informs the Admiral, as she prepares the tea. The younger woman takes a moment to survey the Admiral's command room, aside from the simple kitchenette for tea, there were several bookshelves filled with actual books. A Galidraani thing as the Admiral had once told her, they were attached to an older way of doing things, as it were. A sofa beside these bookshelves, and that was just as you entered, to your left rested the Admiral's desk and her display of star destroyers, to the right a simple display of medals and the First Order flag hung above that. Taking the tea she placed it on a tray and headed for the older woman's desk. "Tea, Admiral."

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Fiolette says with gratitude as she gestures for Kit to take a seat, "now have all of the senior officers gotten comfortable?"

"If by comfortable you mean they know I'm your stool pigeon and they hate me, sure," Kit had gotten a little comfortable around the Admiral, then again, after Castameer Old Ironpants had changed a little, she caught the Admiral's look. "I know, I shouldn't let it bug me, and I know, you trust my judgment for some strange reason, so the answer to your question is yes."

"That would have sufficed, Lieutenant," she chided and began to speak with the Lieutenant regarding the shipboard affairs prior to her meeting with Senior Chief Petty Officer Rennic, of whom she's 'borrowed' for the time being. Not that the Senior Chief, enjoyed being picked by the Admiral, still. Fiolette appreciated effiency and the Senior Chief was more than efficent and was temporarily named Chief of the Boat, so long as the Admiral was there anyway.

 

[Jen Rennic]

Senior Chief Rennic sighed, as she was shanghaied in to becoming the CoB of the Warspite. She was hoping for the change of pace to a desk job, she still wasn't comfortable back in space it reminded her too much of the crew she lost over Castameer. But sadly as an enlisted sailor, and one that took pride in her work, the Admiral, of which she had a colorful past with. One filled with very colorful language. Had picked her to be the chief of the boat for the Warspite.​

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As she wondered the halls, the other enlisted just gave her looks, a mix of respect, fear, and disgust. It made things much more normal for her, but far too familiar. Though this was her first posting as a Chief of the boat, she wasn't unfamiliar with leadership as she used to be until her accident a chief on a gun crew. On the plus side though she was working with someone she knew, abet in a dysfunctional way but knew none the less.​

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As she made her way to the Admiral's cabin, she sighed again, both wanting this over with, but at the same time loathing having to do it in the first place. She looked at the buzzer, knowing protocol, but chose to ignore it. She walked into the room, not even giving forewarning, just to piss of the Admiral, in Jen's own way.​

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"You wanted to see me Admiral?"​

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[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]​

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-C2wCcuKmLI

Battlegroup Imperator moved out of lightspeed, and onto the starboard side of FIV Resurgent. Immediately, crew members among all eleven ships to catch a view of the FIV Resurgent. Immediately comms chatter began between the fleet and the prototype ship.
"Remember lads," Carlyle commanded, "This is a 'battle', and we're enemy reinforcements." He turned to the Comms officer, "Alert our allies to our arrival."

"This is Battlegroup Imperator, transmitting clearance code HK-3452." The comms tech replied, "Ships are requesting orders sir."

"Deploy all TIE's, and have our cruisers focus 'bombardment' on the Resurgent's bridge." Carlyle ordered, "TIE"s screen our ships and divert any bombers coming out way. Understood?"

"Yes sir, all ships copy." Comms replied.

"She's bloody beautiful," Carlyle mused.

[member="Jen Rennic"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Aran Piett"] | [member="Michael Wainford"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Michael Wainford]

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FIV Warlock, Victory X-Class Star Destroyer
Location: In First Order space taking place in a war game
Objective: Test the new Resurgent class star destroyer by engaging it
Status: Preparing for the war game
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The Warlock was in place, and had it's turbolasers focused on the Resurgent. Michael sat in his commander chair watching the crew. In the corner of his eye, he saw a comms officer write on a piece of paper and gave it to his XO. They saluted each other and the XO walked up to Michael at his seat.
"Sir, we have all communications from the Imperator battlegroup"

His XO handed him the piece of paper of the orders to target the Resurgent's bridge. Michael folded it back, and handed to the XO.

"Contact the Imperator Battlegroup and tell them we will follow their orders."

"Yes Commander!"

The XO walked away from Michael and paced towards the communications station. Michael stood up from his chair and moved more closer to the crew in the front of the bridge. He cleared his throat, so he could order his crew.

"Gunners, when permitted, focus fire on the Resurgent's bridge. The Warlock should be getting cover with friendly TIE fighters. Now get back to work!"

The commotion of the bridge increased as the crew adjusted to their new orders. Outside, the turbolasers could be seen adjusting their aim at the bridge of the Resurgent. The Resurgent was certainly a big ship. It blocked the light from the nearest sun causing Michael's ship to completely be in the dark. The creeped through the outline of the ship making it look like a lunar eclipse. Now, the ship waits in silence as it waits for the order to start attacking. This wasn't a real battle, so Michael sat in his chair with a cup of coffee. He felt comfortable in his ship that he has had some experience with. It wasn't as big as a imperial class star destroyer but it had enough firepower to take down a few cruisers.

"Communications, notify the Resurgent that we are in place, and ready for the war game."

"Yes Sir!"

:: This is the Communications Officer of the FIV Warlock. We are in position, and ready to engage.::

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Aran Piett"]

 

[Aran Piett]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DC6rKwGEmfM

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FIV Resurgent

War Game with the fleet

Objective: Survive

TAD Commander Aran Piett


[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Michael Wainford"] | [member="Gerhard Maxim"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]

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Aran looked to see Battlegroup Imperator jump in to the system, to his right. The amount of ships playing OPFOR for him was at this point to numerous for him to count.

"Commander Battlegroup Imperator has lauched their fighters, and their cruisers have targeted us."

"Thank you Halsey. Send the word for general quarters."

Halsey yells through the internal comms general quarters. The Bridge crew starts to hustle around more. Decks start to report in at Condition 1 battlestations.

"Bolt Squadron launch all fighters, I want protection from theirs ASAP. Turbolaser Batteries focus into Battlegroup Imperator. Ion Cannons focus the Warlock knock her out of this fight. Missile crews target the Warspite."

It was ballsy to try to take on three different targets at once, but Aran had faith in his crew and that of the Resurgent. At this point the code went out from command to start the war game. Aran stood at the front of the bridge like he did on the Subjugator, but this was much bigger, and noisier. This was something that made him feel good, he felt a purpose now. Getting the fleet back together after some long fights with the Ssi-Ruuvi and enjoy things that they learned from it, as well as bring out the new command ship for most of the Admirals. Aran's mind just was a bustle of thought and couldn't wait for a day this wouldn't be temporary.​

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"Attention all crew, this is it, we are the chosen to test this new weapon of war for the First Order. I am proud to serve with every single one of you. Win or loose this is the best crew I have been with in my career, I will make sure every one of you get the posting of your choice once we are done here."​

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Though Aran knew he couldn't do what he promised he would do his best to make sure it was truthful that they would get what they wanted. He stood there looking out of the window, hands behind his back as his Resurgent started forward towards the Warlock. The game was afoot.​

 

[Kenrath]

FIV HammerShot, Inflictor Class Heavy Cruiser​

Location: First Order War Game AO​

Objective: Follow Orders/Win the Game​

Status: Arriving​

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Norin stood on the bridge of the Hammershot. His hands clasped behind his back the bridge a Flurry of activity. They along with quite a few others were putting a new ship through it's paces.

Norin began giving orders as the ship came out of hyperspace at the agreed upon coordinates.

"Helm get us in position with the Fleet. Communications get me an open channel to the Battlegroup Commander."

Once the channel was open Norin spoke with confidence and ease.

"Battlegroup Imperator this is FIV Hammershot awaiting orders."

Norin signaled the channel closed pausing a moment before giving his crew further commands.

"Raise the shields and warm up all weapons. Get me a firing solution on the Resurgence prepped and ready for execution. Plot all known positions of friendly vessels and squadrons with known attack vectors."

Now they waited. Norin wanted to target the Resurgences's engines first..............make her a dead stick and then pick her off. That decision however was up to the Battlegroup Commander. Norin would follow his lead.

[member="Aran Piett"] [member="Michael Wainford"] [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Jen Rennic"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

Sara listned in and gave a look forward as she smiled

Yes sir! Bolt squadron launch now!

Immediately all took off following Sara, 15 followimg in a loose formation, just in case the enemy had flak and or heavier weapons, best not to lose your whole group to a single shot

Alright folks groups of four bolt A with me we lead the main attack bolt B I want you to fly underneath and strike them hard, bolt C provide iver heaf support hold position till we get close

[member="Norin Kellarov"][member="Aran Piett"][member="Michael Wainford"]

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EE5vrNBOZJk[/media]​

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For months he slept, hidden from the galaxy. Now he awakens​

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The old Terminusian stepped forward out of the darkness to view the unfolding war games in front of him. Overlaid onto the viewport was a holoscreen to show the non-existent turbolasers and concussion missiles being shed from each side. It had been the first time he had seen anything close to action in a very long time. An insult to the very being of the Grand Admiral. Albeit for all intents and purposes he was dead, the high officer needed something to stimulate his prowess for warfare. He enjoyed being entertained by this spectacle, he had been so starved of anything other than strict exercise routines to ensure his total physical abilities had returned.

Kerkov did not look himself, no longer did his hawkish features remain. His face was dominated by burns and scars, almost unrecognizable from the man he once was. One of the few remaining characteristics of his head was his lack of hair, once a choice, now his only option. Rather than wear his normal white uniform that was already an oddity among Imperials, he wore an all black naval uniform with no insignia. Despite being among personnel who's lives would go 'missing' if they spoke a word about this, Kerkov wanted to wear the mask of the anonymous.

Yes it was an interesting war game, but only a sample of what Kerkov was preparing for his new plans as a Grand Admiral of the First Imperial Navy.

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]
[member="Norin Kellarov"]
[member="Aran Piett"]
[member="Michael Wainford"]
[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]
[member="Jen Rennic"]
[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]

 

[Kenrath]

FIV HammerShot, Inflictor Class Heavy Cruiser​

Location: First Order War Game AO​

Objective: Follow Orders/Win the Game​

Status: Firing Solutions locked​

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"Sir firing solution calculated and locked awaiting orders."

Norin looked over at the weapons officer.

"Outstanding stand by. Helm position?"

Norin looked over at his pilot making sure they were in position before giving the order to fire.

"Sir sixty seconds to position..............she maneuvers like a planet Sir."

Norin nodded. It was an unfortunate part about larger ships. It was give and take. She could take a beating and receive one as well but that meant she was slower and less maneuverable. Being a fighter pilot early in his career this was a bit of an adjustment for him as well.

"Very well proceed."




[member="Aran Piett"] [member="Michael Wainford"] [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Jen Rennic"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="William Kerkov"]

 

[Michael Wainford]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7zk4as9kzA
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FIV Warlock, Victory X-Class Star Destroyer
Location: In First Order space taking place in a war game
Objective: Test the new Resurgent class star destroyer by engaging it
Status: Engaging Resurgent
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Michael held up his arm, and looked at his watch. He placed the coffee on the commander chair and stood up.

"Are the weapon systems ready?"

"Aye commander. The weapons are ready to fire!"

"Then open fire!"

Within seconds, the Warlock opened fire on the Resurgent. A storm of green lasers came from the ship and hit the bridge area of the Resurgent.

"Full Speed Ahead! Elevate the ship 5 degrees"

"Full speed ahead! Elevate ship 5 degrees!"

The ship started to slowly accelerating and elevate. Taking the full fire from the resurgent's ion cannons, the engineers were hard at work trying to maintain the ships shields. A group of tie fighters from the Imperator Battlegroup hovered over the Warlock as it moved towards the Resurgent.

"Commander, we are taking concentrated fire from the Resurgent"

"Prepare to fire all concussion missiles at the Resurgent. We shall drop thirty degrees to evade the ship's majority of armament. We shall attack them from the bottom. Focus fire on any weapons or systems on the bottom of the ship"

"Aye Commander. Prepare the missiles, and lower ship 30 degrees. Target any weapons or systems on the bottom of the Resurgent"

The ship sharply turned down to thirty degrees and then leveled again. The concussion missiles were ready to fire. Michael gave the order to fire, and missiles fired aiming to damage the shields. The missiles did some damage to the shields Michael was planning to flank the Resurgents aft to take out the engines, and knock it out of the games.

"Turn 45 degrees to port. We need to avoid concentrated fire."

The ship slowly moved.

 

[Aran Piett]

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FIV Resurgent​

War Game with the fleet​

Objective: Survive​

TAD Commander Aran Piett​

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[member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Michael Wainford"] | [member="Gerhard Maxim"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Norin Kellarov"] | [member="William Kerkov"]​

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"Commander missiles inbound from the Warlock. She is also maneuvering to get behind us."​

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"Thank you Lieutenant Halsey. How are the shields holding, and continue the fire on the targets, let me know any change in their positions."​

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"Shields are at 79% sir, but still holding. Warspite hasn't engaged yet, want me to get missiles out on the Warlock?"​

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"Get it done Lieutenant."​

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The Resurgent was taking a beating but still holding strong. The engineers who build her knew what they were doing. Aran looked over the damage console to see what simulated damage they took. Still nothing, but the Warspite hasn't gotten a chance to join the fight yet which might spell doom for Aran and his crew.​

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"Bolt Squadron, I want you to make a strafe run on the Warlock, target weapons and the bridge if you can, knock her out of this fight."​

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"Commander, message from fleet command, 'We are to experience a fire in the Barracks during the fight.' Want me to get the Damage Control teams moving Sir?"​

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"Yes Lieutenant." Aran moves to the comms panel to make a ship wide message. "Fire, fire! Fire in the Barracks, Damage Control teams to the Barracks."​

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Lieutenant Halsey, started to yell at some of the bridge officers, who were starting to show some signs of panic.​

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"Helm make sure that the Warlock doesn't get behind us, she has some speed on us, but we are a big ship so keep the Ion Cannons on her to slow her down."​

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Aran at moved back to the front of the bridge, as he walked through the middle walk way between the crew pits, he had to stop, and punched an officer of his, for not completing a task.​

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"Commander, another message from Fleet Command. 'Saboteurs are on board, find and execute.' Sir what shall we do?"​

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"Have everyone work in pairs, and if anyone is caught outside their area, arrest on sight. I'll deal with them later."​

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"Aye sir! Stormtrooper Divisions lock down vital areas of the ship, and be on the look out for suspicious activity."​

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Aran looked over at the officer he punched, shook his head, and continued to the front of the bridge where he would keep an eye on the Warlock.​

 

[Kenrath]

FIV HammerShot, Inflictor Class Heavy Cruiser​

Location: First Order War Game AO​

Objective: Follow Orders/Win the Game​

Status: Firing on the Resurgence​

[member="Aran Piett"] [member="Michael Wainford"] [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Jen Rennic"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]​

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Norin waited patiently..........waiting until the Warlock had engaged and the Resurgence's focus was on it. The Battlegroup had order all Cruisers to target the Resurgence's bridge. Norin personally felt that was a mistake and a waste of fire. It counted on every hit being successful to wipe out the ability of the Resurgence to fight back with someone to lead her. More importantly on a misstep it risked harming or killing an experienced Naval Commander. One they would need in the coming days, weeks, and months.

"Sir the Warlock is engaging sir.............orders are to target the Resurgence's bridge."

Norin nodded.

"Stand by..........recalculate Firing solution for the bridge."

Having not originally intending to focus firing on the bridge it would take a minute before the Hammershot would be able to fire. In the mean time she was slowly making her way around to flank the Resurgence with the goal of putting the Resurgence between her and the Battlegroup so the Resurgence would be taking fire from both sides forcing the Resurgence to split it's weapons between targets while still taking focused fire herself.

"Sir firing solution recalculated and weapons ready."

Norin nodded once they were within range he took a small breath taking in a second to look at the Resurgence.

"FIRE"

A split second later the Hammershot became a hail of sustained fire. First one weapon, then another, then another. For almost a full minute a barrage of full carnage and destruction poured from the heavy cruiser. Each weapon spaced out by a few seconds to allow for the cycle to begin again in half the time it would have normally taken. It was the beauty of the firing solution being used.

Spoiler: Order of fire aimed at the Resurgence's Bridge.

Heavy Quad Ion Cannons X8

5 second delay

dual long range Turbolasers x8

5 second delay

Quad Turbolasers x6

5 second delay

Laser cannons X12

5 second delay

Quad Heavy turbolasers x16

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Michael Wainford"]
Objective-testing the grand new ship and it's captain
Order!-attack the warlok and eliminate her bridge and guns

Sara watch the approaching fleet, she tightened her hands up, she was ready for this fight as the ships grew larger and larger

Soon order came in, she listned as she nodded and sent a green light back, orders had been received and we're about to be carried out

Bolt B! fly underneath and get to those engines! I don't wanna see it move even a meter! Bolt C! Hit that bridge! Bolt A with me were are hitting the guns everyone break!

Immediately her squadron was in action, Sara gunned the engines, she'd be the first to make contact, once she did she started a strafing run on the right side guns, she used her cannons at first see what damage could be done, second one fired missiles and the third followed up with more cannons wile the four ended with firing a missile



[member="Aran Piett"]

 

[mikepack99]

[Accidently posted on this account]​

 

[Michael Wainford]

Commander, enemy starfighters are attacking our ship!"

"Order the TIE Fighters to attack the enemy starfighters. Engage them with our point defense cannons!"

The TIE fighters from the Imperator battlegroup broke off formation with the Warlock and began engaging the enemy tie fighters. The point defense laser cannons fired lower powered lasers that did not lethally harm the enemy starfighters. The starfighters were doing damage to the Warlock, and Michael had to do something.

"Our Starboard shields are at 58%!"

Michael saw the imperator group firing at the bridge. His ship was all alone.

"Engineers, try to repair our shields. Turn 75 degrees to port. We will meet up with the Imperator battlegroup. Gunners, cancel firing on the bottom of the ship. Start firing on the bridge."

The Warlock turned towards the battlegroup to meet up with it. The fleet needed to work together to stop the Resurgent. The ship went full power to avoid the Resurgent getting a good shot on it's engine. The Warlock was now close to the battlegroup.

"Turn to Starboard at 180 degrees. Slow down to quarter speed to join the battlegroup. Lets go!"

The Warlock turned to show it's starboard side, giving the bridge of the Resurgent a good broadside. Meanwhile, outside the ship, the enemy starfighters were gaining casulaties due to the friendly TIE fighters and point laser defenses.

"Sir, our rear shields are at 34%, with engine capacity of 86%."

"Send engineers to repair the engines. We need to focus on the front shields for right now."

"Aye Commander!"

Michael was worried due to the damage that his ship has already taken. However, now friendly ships were at it's flank. He was impressed with Resurgent. It already taken out majority of it's rear shields and half of it's starboard shields.

[member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Norin Kellarov"] [member="Aran Piett"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

"We'll be exiting hyperspace in three, two," Lieutenant Galeway counted down as the Warspite appeared in real space behind Battlegroup Imperator. The massive ship's guns began to turn, "locking targets, opening channel to the wargame participants."

Admiral Fiolette Yvarro stood at the holo and announced, "perhaps this would be a good time to test the Warspite's guns properly, don't you think Commander?" The line was cut and old Ironpants returned to her seat. She watched as Lieutenant Commander Walzer initiated the commands that would turn the long range guns, the Warspite could see the battle happening and enjoyed the view. She was purposefully set at a distance as to test these guns, watching with one hand resting on her staff. Admrial Yvarro's hand curled around the walking stick with the Rae Sloane's INCC number burned into it.

[member="Aran Piett"]