Invasion Liberty's Gate | GA Invasion of BOTM Held Adrathorpe

[Bashir]

CITY OF ASHES
BATTLEGROUP ANDOR
UNKNOWN REGIONS
Zahara Myneto Liedran Kathause Syndulla Command Constantine Oliva Cruanless Orcash
Tu'teggacha Rowena Marlon Sularen Aldo Garrick Haon Hafey Kenth Berik

City of Ashes drifted through the deep black like a fallen sword of damocles cast aside on the battlefield after delivering its mortal blow. Fires raged on multiple decks, burning out where the bulkheads ruptured in brilliant waves. Her hull was scorched by fusion rockets which even the nimble Starhawk could not avoid. Klaxons hammered anywhere life support remained operational.

"Status?" Bashir choked out through smoke and ash.

"Heavy casualties on all decks. Sublight drives are down. Port side batteries are down. Fore super heavy turbolaser array took a direct hit, they're out of action. Port hangar platforms too damaged for launch-"

"What about the tractors?" he cut her distressing report off.

"Two are offline," Rana sounded hurt but she was barely visible, "Fore tractor took secondary damage from the barbette."

"Charge the magnite crystals. Bring us around on maneuvering thrusters. We almost have her."

Someone else cried out and Captain Bashir was relieved to discover they weren't the only two left alive on the bridge. Then his malfunctioning holotable froze long enough for Aftab to notice the new contacts on sensors. With her drives damaged and shields offline the Starhawk seemed helpless to defend itself. He pounded on the holotable until it reset in a rare display of brute force.

"Dreadnought is launching fighters!"

"Scramble the Daragon Trail and Corellian Run," Bashir staggered when the Starhawk began to turn slowly on its axis, "Empty our starboard hangar."

All they needed was a little more time. Slowly two corvettes rose from their external launch platforms. Three squadrons of X-Wings emerged from the battleship's remaining functional hangar. Only half the battleship's standard complement but they would have to be enough. It was a minor miracle she could still launch anything at all. Instead of turning to finish them off the Fatalis itself tried to limp away placing City of Ashes in the dreadnought's shadow.

"Never tell me the odds."

Spoiler: Summary

• City of Ashes takes serious hull damage. Sublight drives damaged, port hangar damaged, port weapon batteries destroyed, fore super heavy turbolaser batteries destroyed, two super heavy tractor beam projectors (fore and port) destroyed.
• Launches two Oswaft anti-starfighter corvettes Daragon Trail and Corellian Run from starboard platforms as well as three squadrons of X-Wing starfighters in a defensive screen.
• Charges starboard tractor beam while turning to orient its broadside with the Fatalis on maneuvering thrusters.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: GA SSD Engineering level
Enemies: Allyson Locke

The dark interior of the engineering level added an eerie feeling to the cannibal troopers. Masked by the cover of darkness, next to the emergency lights. The crewmen if they weren’t butchered by the new breed of Stormtroopers, they were sent to flee to the higher levels. Kyrel himself kept a brisk stride across the deck as he felt an old enemy somewhere on the ship. As he walked past some of the troopers made a grotesque sight by tearing one of the crew members limbs off. Dividing it amongst themselves on who would have the spoils. Slowly tearing into the newly acquired raw flesh.

The Master of Ren can only grin to the ferocity of his own men, as with the swords and axes they wielded they started butchering any unlucky soul they could find. Here in these dark levels any enemy was treated like cattle. If any of the men were feeling differently they would outright bite into anyone they got their hands on without chopping them up first.

While the men were enjoying such spoils, Kyrel still kept moving. Feeling the presence of one that had left a mark on him, his anger only kept rising. His own saber activated with a hiss as the crimson blade was one of the only things that illuminated the dark. Steam billowed out from the catwalks, and the vents creating an ominous sight as the dead man still kept walking. Alarms blared, for if anyone unlucky to remain on the level would have died or worse.

Finally Kyrel’s own advance came to a halt. Standing in front of a turbo lift, watching with anticipation as one started to descend towards him. His hand still gripped tightly to his saber, a silent rage still flooding his mind of all the ways he would break her. One cruel thought that came to his mind was giving her to his men, who knows what horrifying atrocities would take place when that happened. He was slowly snapped out of his own pondering by the notification of her arrival. The door slid open, Kyrel looked upon his foe and with some sadistic delight he said. “You and I have unfinished business…”

 

[Maestus]

Jax Thio
Haon Hafey

Aboard the Fatalis...

Maestus observed the fleets through the viewport on the command bridge. Fleet battles were something alien to her. She preferred to face her enemy head on personally, but she understood and respected that battles were required amidst the stars. As she watched the capital ships dance, she attempted to study the nuances of this deadly dance. The strategy, the tactics. The longer she watched, she became almost hypnotized.

She shifted her attention from the large ships and gazed upon the smaller, more agile starfighters. Briefly, her mind drifted to the starfighter peototype her company was working on. Progress was being made, but it was still not ready for production. She hoped to see a working, testable ship within 2 years.

As she watched the space dance, her eyes were drawn to an X-Wing headed for one of the Maw cruisers. Curious, her eyes tracked it. Something began to gnaw at her insides. A tingling sensation that spreadoutward, through all her extremities. A Jedi.

3 paces behind her stood 2 of her Chosen. Her elite soldiers, absolutely loyal to her alone, and willing to kill and die for her.

Prepare my shuttle.

The pair snapped to, and 1 nodded before executing a sharp about face. He stalked from the bridge, moving with the confidence of a lion and the grace of a gazelle. A prime specimen. Maestus observed a moment longer, then turned away. She looked towards the command chair, and gave the Taskmaster a nod. Then stretched her stride and left the bridge.

The trek through the Fatalis was neither fast nor straight forward, but she did not mind. It allowed her time to think. The Jedi she sensed, Jax Thio , was unfamiliar to her. She could tell it was no mere padawan flying that X-Wing, so she would be careful not to underestimate him.

Finally entering the hangar, she headed straight towards her shuttle. As she boarded, her captain was completing his checks, and informed her they were green for launch.

Then what are we still doing in the hangar?

Her voice dripped venom amd the pilot scrambled to get airborne. Loading ramp secured and they shot out of the hangar opening. Maestus sat with the pilot, and looked to the cruiser of Haon Hafey , their destination. Maestus motioned towards the coms.

Open a secure channel to that cruiser.

Wordlessly, the pilot flipped a switch and spun a dial then gave Maestus a nod.

Maw battlecruiser commanded by Haon Hafey , this is Maestus. I am on approach, and in pursuit. Expect opposition to be boarding via an X-Wing that looks to be on approach as well. I shall arrive shortly.



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[Tu'teggacha]

Location: Adrathorpe System
Allies: Rowena | Marlon Sularen | CETCOM | Haon Hafey | Aldo Garrick
Foes: Bashir | Liedran Kathause | Constantine Oliva | Cruanless Orcash | Zahara Myneto | Syndulla Command

Spoiler: TL;DR

• The Fatalis re-targets its functional gun batteries against the Oswaft corvettes
• Doomsayer bombers target the City of Ashes, screened by a swarm of Darkshear fighters

If a philosopher were to look upon the Fatalis and the City of Ashes at that point in the Battle of Adrathorpe, both ships aflame on multiple decks, both spewing frozen corpses from breached bulkheads, he or she might have remarked that it was all symbolic of the futility of war. So much death, and for what? Neither side even truly cared about the planet they fought above, an unremarkable ball of dirt with no tactical significance beyond its position between their claimed domains. There were no rare resources at stake here, no civilian population to save or oppress, only a fruitless clash born of mutual hate.

An admiral or strategic planner, of course, would have taken a longer view. This one clash of ships, within this one battle, was a component of a war that was far from pointless. It was a war that would determine the destinies of billions - slavery under the lash of the Maw, or the relative freedom and safety of the flawed but noble Alliance? Each ship that burned here, fighting over nothing in this nowhere system, was a ship that could not be deployed in the next battle. Each captain who died could not lend his or her expertise to the ongoing campaign. In a conflict of this scale, little things added up. Little things like two big ships.

Tu'teggacha took neither view. His only concern was himself.

The City of Ashes, being the smaller ship - if the braver one, by far - had taken the worst of it. The Taskmaster was pleased to see that their sublight engines appeared to be entirely crippled; there was no way they could continue the pursuit. Yet the Fatalis wasn't in any condition for an escape not measured in geological time. With its own sublights half gone, the huge, slow, bulky dreadnought was struggling to put any distance between itself and the City... and the Alliance was unlikely to give up the chase just because one of their hunting hounds had been hamstrung. Everyone hungered for the Mawite flagship's blood.

And sure enough, though the City couldn't follow, it still intended to bite. Tu'teggacha watched, a mix of rage, awe, and panic warring for his shriveled little heart, as the Alliance warship managed to turn itself, bringing those of its weapons that still functioned to bear. "Damn their persistence," he spat. "We should have turned and blown them apart when we had the chance!" But alone, without its escorts, there never really had been a chance for the Fatalis to catch the City dead on. The enemy ship was so much faster than more maneuverable than the dreadnought that it could have kept circling its foe forever.

It had latched on like a Felucian leech, and would not let go.

Well, it was said that heat could dislodge a sanguivore; perhaps they just needed a little more fire to encourage them. The Fatalis's Doomsayer bombers would scrape the Alliance warship ship off, crippling its remaining systems with massed ion fire, if they could just get a clear path. But the Taskmaster didn't like the look of those corvettes; it was clear that they were being deployed in response to the Mawite fighter launch, and that surely meant they were fighter-killers. "Cease fire on the Starbird," he commanded, his wet, squelchy words echoing down to Rowena and the other gunners. "Destroy those corvettes!"

Hopefully what little rear-facing firepower still worked after all the damage would be enough to clear the way. The Doomsayers were already launching, ion cannons and concussion missiles primed to finish the City off. Their escorts were craft that the Taskmaster did not fear to leave behind in the hyperspace jump, or indeed to sacrifice for any advantage at all: Darkshear swarm fighters, each "piloted" by a braindead drone puppeteered by a Heathen Priest back on the Fatalis. If it took a dozen of the weak, lightly-armored Darkshears to bring down a good enemy pilot, so be it; they were cheap, and meant to die in droves.

Let the skies be full of them, screening the bombers from the X-Wings!

 

[CETCOM]

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L I B E R T Y's_G A T E

FINAL DAWN
ADRATHOPRE , EXPANSION REGION

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WRAITH SQUADRON - TASK FORCE LUMIYA
Commander | Commodore Sander Drommel
FDS Exactor [30|00] FDS Invader [32|00] FDS Huntress [26|00] FDS Pursuiter [83|12]

Commodore Drommel watched as the Exactor pummeled the enemy Flagship while slowly closing in on it. With Haon Hafey`s Forces emerging on the Starboard Flank of the 3rd Expeditionary and Task Force Starkiller already on route to attack it's portside flank , it was certain that this Task Force woudn't last for long although at this point , the Exactor had begun to take considerable damage from the constant barrage from the Candence as the Warship now focused it's attention on targeting the Bridge Superstructure and remaining Offensive Weaponry of the Exactor. However Commodore Drommel had one more trick up his sleeve , one in which would even the playing field. "How close are we to the enemy Flagship?" the Commodore asked as the Bridge shook as a result of the Candence's barrage towards the Bridge Superstructure. "Approximately 2500 Meters , Commodore." An Officer replied. Perfect , only a few hundred meters and the Commodore could unleash his secret weapon upon the ANV Cadence , except he didn't. Right as the Exactor reached the 2,000 Meter mark enabling it to utilize it's Shield Disruptor Projectors efficiently against the Cadence , a Single Shot from one of the Candence's Turbolasers hit the bridge , instantly vaporizing it and all individuals onboard including Commodore Sander Drommel.

With the Bridge destroyed , the Exactor began to list on one side as there was no means of piloting the 2.5 Kilometer long Warship. However despite this , the Exactor's Gun Crews intensified their attack remaining defiant to the end as they continued to bombard the ANV Cadence with their Exactor's Turbolasers unwilling to go down without a fight. Nevertheless what doomed them even further was an Attack by a Squadron of Y-Wings which upon seeing the destruction of the Bridge and the Exactor's retaliatory strike against the Cadence , proceeded to attack the Targeting Systems of the Exactor , further hindering it's ability to fight back against the Alliance and slowly starting to succumb to the Cadence as it began to systematically destroy the main Batteries of the Exactor. At the same time , the Invader , Huntress and Pursuiter soon found themselves under attack by the Rhapsody as it began to open fire upon the Trio of Warships even managing to knock out the already weakened shields of the Huntress. Already the Two Ascendant-Class Star Destroyers were in a similar position of the Exactor (Minus the Destruction of their Bridge and Targeting Systems) with a nearly half of their Offensive Weaponry already destroyed and with reports of numerous hull breaches which if targeted by enemy Starfighters could further damage the Ships. Nevertheless , these Warships along with the mostly intact Pursuiter began their own counterattack against the Rhapsody , proceeding to split up in an attempt to outflank the Enemy Warship as they began to return fire upon it while further closing in upon the vessel.

At this point , Task Force Lumiya was in a dire state. It's Remaining Capital Ship , brought low by the 3rd Expeditionary Fleet with 3 out of the 4 Ships of the Task Force having lost their Shields and taken intense damage to their hulls. While , these actions would surely raise morale upon the 3rd Expeditionary Fleet as they now stood on the verge of outright destroying Task Force Lumiya , the timely arrival of Task Force Starkiller would surely destroy any hope of victory against the Final Dawn.

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WRAITH SQUADRON - TASK FORCE STARKILLER
Commander : Admiral Kaine Hamilton
FDS Purifier [98|40] FDS Berserker [89|17] FDS Wyvern [73|07] FDS Punisher [78|04] FDS Deceptor [49|00] FDS Basilisk [57|00]

Admiral Hamilton watched as the Exactor's Bridges were destroyed by the Cadence , he watched as the Y-Wings destroyed the Exactor's Targeting Systems , he watched as the Exactor's Crew desperately tried to put up a fight only to get overwhelmed by the sheer might of the 3rd Expeditionary. However despite these losses , Wraith Squadron still fought on as the loss of a single Supremacy-Class Star Destroyer would only galvanize the crews of the remaining Vessels of the Fleet. Remind them of what was at stake and that there was no mercy in battles like this. Either you kill or get killed. That was how war worked. Thus as the 3rd Expeditionary Fleet continued to pummel Task Force Lumiya , Task Force Starkiller began it's Silent approach towards the Portside Flank of the Alliance Carrier Line ready to pound once they were ready. "Sir , our Autocannons are fully charged and we are in range of the enemy Fleet". Hamilton briefly turned his head to look back at his bridge crew before returning his focus to the battle raging in front of him.

"Have us Target their Flagship with our Autocannons and for the Berserker and Wyvern to refrain from firing upon any hostile ships. You never know if we will need to utilize Autocannons on a short notice." Hamilton began. "In addition to this i want the Berserker and Wyvern to remain at our Flanks , and for the rest of the Fleet to move forth and encircle the 3rd Expeditionary. We have them exactly where we want them to be and now that they are pinned down we will swoop in and put and end to this charade once and for all" Within seconds , the Autocannons of the Purifier came to life once more firing 4 Shots at the ANV Cadence followed by an intense barrage of Turbolaser Fire and Missiles from the Purifier ,Berserker and Wyvern all directed towards the ANV Cadence while the Punisher , Deceptor and Basilisk split off to begin moving around the 3rd Expeditionary to cut them off from a potential retreat. Task Force Starkiller had joined the Battle , and they were ready to render the 3rd Expeditionary Fleet extinct once and for all. This would be their Second Kril'dor , but this time Admiral Hamilton had no intention in letting them recover from the carnage , this was where they would met their end.

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WRAITH SQUADRON - TASK FORCE TREMAYNE
Commander | Commodore Ianan Melnau
FDS Insurgent [73|34] FDS Reaper [51|23] FDS Tenacity [43|19] FDS Nemesis [68|24] FDS Hammer [45|31]

Commodore Melnau watched as another GADF Warship was torn apart by the combined firepower of Task Force Tremayne. After the sudden emergence , Wraith Squadron had split up into Four Distinct Task Forces with the objective of individually taking out as much enemy Ships as possible before regrouping and charging towards the escape vector in order to avoid total destruction. By destroying enough Enemy Task Forces , the Final Dawn would be able to overwhelm the remaining ships defending the escape vector and return to O'reen in relative safety , however they needed to move quickly as something unpredictable could happen at any second to the detriment of both the Mawite and Alliance Forces still present at Adrathrope. After destroying the GADF Warship , Task force Tremayne had received new orders from High Command , to reinforce the Fatalis and cripple/disable the enemy Starhawk known as the City of Ashes , engaging it.

Thus the Task Force began changing it's course now headed towards the location of the Fatalis and City of Ashes , ready to destroy yet another Warship in the name of the Final Dawn. Soon enough , the 5 Vessels of Task Force Tremayne soon emerged from one of the Remains of Csilla with the Insurgent in the lead , bearing down on the City of Ashes as they prepared their attack with it's Remaining Squadrons of TIEs rushing forth to quickly engage the defensive screen of the City of Ashes in conjunction with the Fatalis own Starfighter Compliment. From the Bridge of the Insurgent , Commodore Melnau watched as his Forces continued to zero in towards the City of Ashes , their attack on the Ship was more symbolic then strategic however. This Vessel had been the Flagship of Mazik Stazi , Senator of Duros who had defied the Grand Overseer twice first at Kuat , then again over Byss. This Vessel was a symbol of defiance towards their Grand Overseer , an insult to Sularen and it was time the Final Dawn finally got rid of such a Warship , a reminder that no matter how much times you beated down Sularen he would always come back with greater strength.

Thus at the Command of Commodore Melnau , the Insurgent fired it's Orbital Autocannons at the City of Ashes followed by an intense barrage of turbolaser fire and Missiles from the entirety of Task Force Tremayne. Soon the City of Ashes would be no more , and the embarrassments at Kuat and Byss would be corrected. The Final Dawn's Victory was inevitable and it was time they reminded the Galactic Alliance of this fact.

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WRAITH SQUADRON - CRIMSON LININGS
Commander : Captain Wilhelm Vonreg [Inside TIE/fdH]
Crimson Linings - Main Squadron 7/8 TIE/fd Interceptors 8/8 TIE/fdH Hunters 5/8 Chariot-II Missile Boats
Crimson Linings - Support Squadrons 16/24 TIE/fd Fighters 5/8 TIE/fd Interceptors

Captain Vonreg watched from his cockpit as the Enemy Frigates began to roll and unleash their diamond boron missiles and point defense weaponry claiming 3 Chariot-IIs and a TIE Interceptor. Despite these losses , the Crimson Linings remained firm as they prepared to attack the frigates once more having turned around to launch a second attack run. However as they closed in , Vonreg received a new message , now from Admiral Hamilton. "Captain Vonreg , call off your attacks against those enemy Frigates , i need you and your forces to intercept a group of X-Wing Squadrons sent to reinforce an enemy MC75 Star Cruiser trying to link up with the 3rd Expeditionary. Captain Berik has already engaged the Cruiser but we cannot let it receive any form of support from the 3rd Expeditionary." The Admiral said. "Roger that , Admiral" Vonreg said in response before terminating the transmission with Hamilton and processing to contact the rest of his Forces. "Squadrons , disengage with those Frigates. We have received new orders to intercept a Trio of X-Wing Squadrons headed to reinforce a nearby Star Cruiser."

Thus before the Frigates could fire a second barrage of Diamond Boron Missiles and Point Defense Turbolaser , the Crimson Linings immediately broke off their attack quickly moving forth to pursue the Three X-Wing Squadrons sent by Commodore Kathause to assist Captain Orcash , followed by it's Supporting Squadrons now reduced to 16 TIE Fighters and 5 TIE Interceptors. Shunting their power to Engines , the TIE Hunters where the first ones to catch up with the X-Wings with the TIE Fighters and Interceptors right behind them. With Vonreg in the lead , as soon as the Hunters or "Splinters" as the Galactic Alliance called them , entered in range of the the X-Wings , they opened fire unleashing a barrage of Medium Laser Canon and Ion Cannon fire followed by the TIE Fighters and Interceptors which launched a second barrage of Heavy Laser Cannon fire with the intent of forcing the X-Wings to break formation where they would proceed to pick them apart , piece by piece. There would be no hope for the Alliance here today and every move they made only further delayed their inevitable defeat.

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Spoiler: TL;DR

• The Exactor closes in towards the ANV Cadence in order to deploy it's Shield-Disruptor Projectors only for it's Bridge to be destroyed claiming the lives of Commodore Drommel and all individuals on the Bridge. As a result , the Exactor begins to slowly succumb to the Cadence's Bombardment and the Y-Wing attack from Captain Cruanless Orcash
• The Invader , Huntress (Whose Shields have just been disabled) and Pursuiter all focus their attention on the ANV Rhapsody opening fire upon the Heavy Cruiser with everything they have.
• Admiral Kaine Hamilton and Task Force Starkiller begin engaging with the 3rd Expeditionary Fleet attacking it's Portside Flank
  • The Purifier fires it's Autocannons at the ANV Cadence followed by an Intense Bombardment from the Purifier ,Berserker and the Wyvern upon the Liberator-Class
  • The Remaining Starfighter Squadrons of Task Force Starkiller moves forth to engage any Starfighter Squadrons the 3rd Expeditionary might throw at them
  • The Punisher , Deceptor and the Basilisk split off from the Purifier ,Berserker and the Wyvern moving forth to carry out a Flanking Maneuver around the 3rd Expeditionary Fleet heading towards the rear of the 3rd Expeditionary in an attempt to cut them off from any potential retreat and pin them down.
• Task Force Tremayne receive orders to engage the City of Ashes under Captain Bashir in order to reinforce the Fatalis under Taskmaster Tu'teggacha and begins to close in towards the City of Ashes to carry out such orders.
  • The Insurgent fires it's Autocannons at the City of Ashes followed by a Turbolaser and Missile Barrage from all the Warships of Task Force Tremayne
  • The Starfighter Squadrons of Task Force Tremayne move forth to attack the Starfighter Screen established by the Starfighters and Corvettes of the City of Ashes
• The Crimson Linings break off their attack from the Two Sacheen-Class Frigates and proceed to intercept the Three X-Wing Squadrons sent by Commodore Liedran Kathause to assist the ANV Reverence

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Tags [BotM/FD] | Haon Hafey | Kenth Berik | Tu'teggacha
Tags [GA] | Liedran Kathause | Cruanless Orcash | Bashir | Elena Lowe | Cordé Sabo | Cynthia Alucard ​

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[Seto du Couteau]

Seto Du Couteau, Senator of Empress Teta
Objective: Steel and Bone
Location: Onboard the Momentous Triumph
Action: Finding a rather nasty surprise towards the Missile Storage Section of the Ship
Weapon: REC-EVS/01 "Sohei" - Pattern Electro-Vibrosword
Attire

Seto grew increasingly unsure of the situation around him, the amount of Alliance Crew running and marching from one hallway to the next only made the situation seem rather dangerous. A few Officers ordered the Senator to move towards a much “safer” direction, the boarders apparently were rather rude and not wanting to leave when asked. Clearly a much more dangerous situation than these Officers are letting on. Seto mused silently as he continued to make his way to the direction away from the loudest fighting.

He’d figured it would have been mostly repelled by now, the sheer weight of numbers alone seemed almost unbeatable unless the enemy had boarded with an equally large number of forces. Which from the scat reports I managed to grab for myself seems to be not the case. Then the young Du Couteau wondered if it wasn’t the quantity of enemy hostile forces but the quality, the Senator began to wonder how many Jedi were onboard the Momentous Triumph.

It was a tricky situation for him to deal with, after all he could very much easily help with repelling the borders, but the cost of revealing his Force Sensitivity was a rather high price to pay. The media landscape for him would become a deadly hellscape if the news broke out that there was yet another hidden Force User among the Senate. While he was no traitor to the Alliance, to the eyes of previously betrayed it would not just be a slap on his wrist or a wrinkle on his shirt.

Still. . . Seto’s thoughts continued to run the calculations and possible media spins as he slowly stretched out his senses with the Force. The utter chaos not just outside the ship, but inside as well turned his attempt to gently probe the turbulent currents of the Force that more difficult. Continuing to move through the ship at a much faster pace, practically a running pace at this point, the quieter the ship became save for his own footsteps. He thought felt something in the Force, a gentle tug, and perhaps a gut feeling that there was something else happening within the ship. The tumultuous rip tides within the flow of the Force caused Seto to second guess the nature of the feeling, but pushed past his insecurity and chose to follow the uncertain path.

As swiftly as he was able to run through the hallways, Seto figured that using the Force to help his mobility would only cause unwanted attention. Or cause a larger ripple in the Force than what I’m willing to cause at the moment. Seto continued at a slightly slower pace as he brought up his data-slate to glance through a few reports. There was hardly anything new or important to him at the moment, but the map was helpful to have at the moment. Heading towards one of the missile storage compartments. . .

Carefully he allowed himself to stretch his senses further out through the Force, there was something definitely hostile to Seto nearby. Or maybe hostile to the ship, which in connection is hostile to me. This gave Seto slight pause as he ran through a few possibilities in his head, either face the situation ahead alone or gather along a large enough force to deal with the matter. Large enough where I’m not needed to assist of course. Which was the major unknown in his calculation, an unknown that unfortunately for him he couldn’t simply dismiss or even underestimate for his own benefit.

With a defeated sigh, he moved ahead alone, his eyes looking around for the security cameras and began to search on his data-slate for the live feed for those cameras in this hallway. Perhaps if I can temporarily shut them off or have them get “accidently destroyed” Seto wondered as he used his credentials to gain access to the camera feed before stopping with the most confused stare at his data-slate.

“Wait, why am I not show-” Seto began to say to himself before looking around and seeing a group of armed personnel that definitely did not appear Alliance friendly in the slightest. The young Du Couteau heir silently resigned himself to his fate, he drew out his blade and held the sheath with his left hand.

The cybernetic looking humanoid appeared rather imposing, which with how the rest of the Maw forces appeared was saying something. Seto himself prayed that this was the only group but knew better than to ask the galaxy for any favors at the moment. He knew better than to argue for a surrender from a group of marauding zealots, so instead he drew in the Force and closed the distance for a quick attack on the leading element of the group. The Force was a powerful ally to any Force User, but the greatest skill was how efficient he could be with the Force.

Start with the minimal amount to preempt and deflect blaster bolts, and only use a Force shield to block the undodgeable. Seto intended to not end up like he did back on Jedha, tired, nearly broken and left to use a blaster as his weapon.
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Spoiler: TLDR

Attack the Mongrel and Ignatius's boarding Party

Hostile Forces: || Keilara Kala'myr | The Mongrel | Ignatius Rausgeber ||
Allied Forces: || Osarla Ridor | Yenna ||

 

[Zaka]

BLACKFANG - THE (NEW) JEDI vol. II
Issue #3 - Liberty's Gate
TAGS - Rebirth
X-Wing

[infocard]
FRIENDLIES:

• Revenant Squadron
  • Tren Chaar
  • Kaul "Joker" Emos
  • Mylo Thorne
• Saber Squadron
  • Okkeus Dainlei
  • N'Jazaka Blackfang
• Talon Squadron
  • Elena Lowe
  • Cordé Sabo
  • Cynthia Alucard

FOES:

• Brotherhood of the Maw
  • Rebirth
  • Marlon Sularen

Spoiler: tl;dr

• Zaka looks for the fighter he shot a missile at.
• Chases it down before he is once again swarmed.
• Cut off and unknowing of Okkeus Dainlei 's arrival.
• Senses one of the Maw Knyghts' using the Force.
• Closes in and open fires on Telemachus.

Squeeze after squeeze on the yolk burnt metal, ripped apart fuselage, and finally struck an ion connector which triggered a chain reaction that sent the Divine Eagle into a fiery blaze of scrap. With his target destroyed, Zaka knew it was time to retarget and chase down the solitary Eagle, and piece up whatever was left from the missiles wreckage.

Dragging and jerking the yolks out of the way just in time to avoid flaming hot fuselage striking his fighter, he was already in the midst of getting a look at his sensor readouts to locate the focus of his Brilliant missile. He didn't spot it, not right away, but he did notice the Eagle coming out of the motions of evasive actions, and he pushed the acceleration. He didn't need to go too far to start closing in, but the data scrawling across the display was enough to give pause.

Again and again a similar line read out along the lines of retargeting and finding its quarry. It made no sense!

But he had no time to ponder it any longer.

El-Bee, having remained silent this whole time, was hard at work at trying to restore the X-02's shield systems. Finally, he began trilling again, not in success or joy, but as a warning to Zaka. Though, he already noticed.

"Yeah, yeah..." He drawled.

Chewing on his inner cheek, he knew he was the source of Sacrior's new trajectories. They'd been readjusting to chase him down again the moment he had reappeared. Diving down to avoid an energy beam soaring past, through his canopy, he could see a pair of the fighters racing past him and splitting off in opposite directions before beginning a slow circle back around.

The faintest signs of a frown began to scrunch up his forehead. As he dodged fire, he thought back to the last time they had closed in on him. All angles, synchronized projectile firing to box him in. But this time, there was a rush to their maneuvers, less planning than the last time they converged. He was thankful for it, however, for he was certain he couldn't survive another proton bomb encounter, more so without shields.

...Sure didn't fly like it though.

Unbeknownst to him, a certain Knight Dainlei had arrived, but with his comms array down, or disabled, he hadn't heard his proclamation. Aside from a subconscious recognition of another member of Saber Squadron arriving, he made no attempt at connecting himself to the other Jedi Ace. Sure didn't help that Sacrior did a good job of erasing that choice for him before it had ever occurred to him.

Cutting the acceleration and knifing downwards, the closest of the fighters on his tail were forced to overshoot, making it necessary to plot a wider berth to catch him. Those further away had an easier time of readjusting to his quick maneuver, but they were soon lost as he punched the acceleration again.

There was one fighter missing from chasing him down, a quick look at the count was all he needed to realize it. It was further away, may as well have been drifting as its pilot manipulated the Force, ripples wafting off him as he disrupted the natural currents of the Force like any other Force user. He may as well have been shining a beacon for all force users in range to notice him.

Brief glimpse at the targeting target, his finger leveled over the firing stud as his teeth grit as he closed in. The scarred fighter was the one that had ambushed him earlier! Before he heard that fateful beep of a target perfectly sat in his reticle, he was squeezing down again, firing the laser cannons at Sacrior Lead.

 

[Keilara Kala'myr]

Ziare Dyarron | Keilara Kala'myr (Mercy)
COMPNOR (ISB) Junior Agent, Nite agent | Marauder and Agent of the Maw​

Objective III.: Steel and Bone | Sabotage the ship
Location: Aboard the Triumph
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Omega Phase Assault Rifle | 2x PV-16 "Sunfury" Pulse Pistol | Light Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger || Stealth field generator || OPBC-01m
Allies: The Mongrel | Ignatius Rausgeber | Open
Enemies: Seto du Couteau | Syndulla Command | Open

[ Mitternacht ]
"Galactic Basic" | ~"Telepathic" communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

All I had now was to wait for the Warlord to arrive. In the meantime, I continued to monitor the area through the sensors and scanners. I didn't want an unexpected surprise. Possible military units, or just troops that arrive and there are many more. It’s not that I can’t deal with them, it’s that it would be an unnecessary waste of time. Last but not least, it would greatly hamper our plans. And the plan was primary, the will of the Avatars!

I don’t know exactly what the Warlord had plans for, but I didn’t just want to stand idle here and wait. Ziare gained quite a bit of blasting expertise at Serenno while she was a member of the insurgent cell. I’m not saying she’s a professional engineer, okay she is, but she's a professional mechanical engineer because she has a degree but not a demolition expert. However, she knew how she needed to blow up tanks, vehicles and ships as well. And because she knew, that meant I knew it too. I grinned at the thought.

And I think I could have booked myself until the warlord arrived. The only problem was that the sensors were not as efficient for the outdoor area due to indoor interference and shielding. Something had to be sacrificed for something else. Now, efficient work was a little more important than total safety. I trusted in my own work and that no one would come here because they see that everything is fine. but that's what comes to mind…

It would have been nice to get some tiny droids, mostly probe droids, just in very tiny sizes. Millimeters, or just a centimetre or two. It’s fast, quiet and efficient and you could watch the hallway well without anyone noticing. It would help you explore the areas; I definitely need to look around the market to see if I can find some similar technology. And then I could use it on the next mission. In the meantime, I redirected my thoughts back to the task before me. Yes, it was time for me to look around.

I went back to the huge hall. I used to just look around here looking for enemies and cameras. Now was the time for me to look around with a completely different eye. And that meant where the explosives had to be packed in order for the explosion to cause maximum damage to the ship.

 

[Dagon Kaze]

LIBERTY'S GATE
THE GREAT ERROR vol. II
Issue #11 w/ Jem Fossk Marlon Sularen

Command Bridge,
The Predator

There was a hint of sympathy across his battered face as Sularen summarized his past experiences of betrayal. The Jedi wondered how many daggers in the back could the former despot of Byss take before he finally broke. The admiral, though, did not wonder - he directly turned the tables on the captured Knight. Dag's jaw clenched tight, eyes averting away. The scars of the Sacking were still fresh and there was no indication they would not remain so forever. The Alliance had been manipulated by the machinations of Solipsis but who was to say that when the war was over, the politicians wouldn't turn on the Jedi again. Power was all that mattered to them, he had come to learn. Few and in between were those of noble intentions.

"Assuming I live to tell the tale--" he muttered, as humorous as his tone was, he was well aware that possibility wasn't as distant. In fact, it was closer than ever. "-- what do you think is going to happen if the Maw conquers the galaxy, Sularen? If you do survive, then you'll be hunted as the Jedi are. Solipsis is not one to share power. You'll either bend the knee or die. Think that's better than an Alliance pris--" the question trailed off, muffled by the sudden sizzling burst of a lightsaber from the bridge doors. Dag's heart dropped into his gut. He willed all his strength that it was anyone but who he thought it was wielding that blade. To no avail.

"Jem..." he whispered in both surprise and horror.
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[Ignatius Rausgeber]

Allies: The Mongrel | Keilara Kala'myr
Enemies: Syndulla Command | Seto du Couteau
Momentous Triumph, Maintainence Bay

• First Order Officers Greatcoat
• First Order Officers Tunic (Tattered)
• 32x Thundahvelin Heads [x]
• 1x Fusion Cutter
• 1x Rusted DL-18 Pistol [x]
• 1x Wrench

Ignatius would not allow the faint praise of the Mongrel warp him. He was more than his lapdog. In fact, Ignatius considered himself a lapdog of completely superior and greater purpose. The sort of hunting hound kept in a kennel out of loyalty. Given scraps out of adoration and respect for accomplishments. Not this hollow, automated and fake praise provided by the Mongrel. Which explained the grimace on his features as the cyborg patronised him with explaining to Ignatius what their current predicament looked like. The Mongrel was the Mongrel, was the Mongrel. A bastard of the highest caliber who revelled in Ignatius' indignity and suffering. So upon breaching the room, Ignatius took a post collecting articles and trinkets left on the workbench. Some cigarettes here. A wrench, possibly useful there. And the personal identity card of the engineer. One Private First Class, Margos Vahlchek. "We'll be fine sir, at least for now. Unless the Alliance has some state of the art ray shielding system installed, I dare say there's nothing, surpassing close to a squadron of Jedi, which could end this."

The Mongrel communed with his agent briefly, before announcing to the auxiliaries that their inside man had secured a post. Or at least was in the process of securing one. Rausgeber raised a brow. Curious and interesting. And then, the task was thrust upon him to lead the group. He was rather flustered by the experience. His cheeks flushing a crimson. "Right." Ignatius swallowed, "I uh, I guess we'll uh," He searched for some kind of map, and shot a glare at the Mongrel, before then looking to the cobbled together droid parts. And then down below. A mouse droid. Ignatius smirked, "Just, a moment, sir." Rausgeber picked up the droid. It was clear why it was in for service. One of its tyres had popped. Not that it mattered. Rausgeber placed the droid on the workbench, and creased it open. It was a similar model as the old First Imperial ones. Which meant, a tracking chip. He cleaved it out. With his bare hands becoming incredibly greasy.

Before the Rausgeber crudely plied the plastoid cover back on. He took the liberty, of reaching under the desk, and quickly tying a noose. Made from spare wire, and tying it around the droid. Immediately the mouse droid revved to life. Whining and squeaking, before Rausgeber smacked it. "Hold it." The Auxiliary commanded, reaching for Vahlchek's card. "I am PFC Vahlchek." Ignatius snapped, using the basic naval procedure he knew regarding how First Imperials treated droids, "I have activated you to assist in maintainence of the missile bay, closest to us." He then put the droid on the ground, holding the leash tightly. "You will lead us to it."

The droid began to, quickly try to squirrel away, but was caught by the iron grip of Rausgeber, who opened the door for it. And began to follow it. Almost like a cosmopolitan resident of Coruscant itself, walking their hound. Even if it was through a warship, it's wartime alarms groaning and creaking in the background.

 

[Rannan Kol]

Location: The Bunghole, Shield Generator
Allies: The Maw, the Sith
Enemies: The Galactic Alliance, Traden Avarice
Equipment: The Dark Sacraments, Apostle's Vestments​

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The Battle cry may have been missed behind the sealed doors however when the Jedi used the force to crush the doors and hurl them into the room where they crashed against consoles and electronics that would be difficult to ignore. The Dark Apostle knew without a doubt that his enemy had arrive. He would have know even if he had not felt the presence closing in prior to the destruction of the doors.

By the time Traden Avarice stepped into the room Kol had already risen to his feet to meet the Jedi. Their connection still existing at this time Kol was able to read the residual surface thoughts of Traden as they came to him. He knew that the Jedi would fire the Harbinger at him even before he had raised it.

In response to the surface thoughts of the Jedi Kol would make a motion with his right hand when Traden lifted the gun, aiming it at him. The Force Push was subtle but potent. It would strike the Harbinger on the inside with the intent to throw its aim off and wide where it had no chance of striking Kol or the Generators at his back. With some luck Kol hoped that the gun would be torn completely from the grip of the Jedi and tossed aside altogether.

The Dark Apostle stood there still, the wave of his hand and manipulation of the force the only movement he made before he remarked....

"It is refreshing to see a Jedi who embraces more that the Force."

...his remark highlighting that he had not seen many Jedi use a weapon like the Harbinger before he went on to state...

"The Visions, they drive many men mad with fear or horror. You are remarkably stoic."

....Kol let his hands hover to either side of his hips, the Dark Sacraments jumping into his grasp before activating in a hisssss and the dark color of mulberry created by the lightsabers. The Dark Apostle raised the weapons, the one in his dominant right hand hovering at shoulder height horizontally from his right to left while the other in the left was held at hip height with the blade raising vertically, crossing over the left most portion of his dominant blade which hummed with energy.

"Come then, Jedi."​

 

[Iris Arani]

Objective: Follow Master Noble
Tag: Valery Noble | @Open

"You can't help them if you can't first protect yourself."

Right. Right. Iris closed her eyes for a moment. Form a bubble. Domxite beside her assisted, letting their colors blend with hers. Fight off the darkness that tried to consume them. Peace. All at once the colors that had blended together all her life, mixing and mingling between the people of her small town home, stopped. Separated. Iris blinked. It only took a moment for her to understand what was going on.

A moment and her master's voice.

"Only when you've broken through the Chaos, you can see clearly. Feel and see the emotions of the other pilots, and be their guiding hand. Let your strength carry over to them through the Force, and allow it to be a beacon, drawing them out of the darkness that is enveloping them."

"R7, take over. Stay close to Master Noble." There was a conformational beep from her astromech before she let go of her controls. Focused. She wanted to help the others. Needed to help the others. Even inside this bubble she could still feel the lights getting snuffed out one by one. Eaten, devoured by the dark. Light. With Domxite by her side, she and the crystal let themselves go to the Force. Let themselves be the conduit to reach out and help the others who couldn't resist the darkness as she or her master could.

She would become their shield.

 

[Darth Solipsis]

DARK LORD OF THE SITH | VOICE OF THE MAW
Ommin-Class Shuttle
Enroute to Predator
Dagon Kaze | Jem Fossk | Marlon Sularen

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:: Predator, this is shuttle FD-3114. On approach to the Predator with BANE Actual, requesting permission to land. Transmitting authorization codes now. ::

The Ommin class shuttle emerged in full view of the Neo-Imperial battlecrusier as it approached. Peeling back the veil of illusion, the stealth and cloaking mechanisms disengaged as it came closer and closer. Soaring past the graveyard of starships piling up as the battle continued to rage and the raining debris from the powerful emergence around them, the Dark Lord rose from his seat. Approaching the cockpit, the Elder looked on at the vessel before them.

 

[The Mongrel]

Location: Adrathorpe System, the Momentous Triumph
Allies: Ignatius Rausgeber | Keilara Kala'myr
Foes: Syndulla Command | Seto du Couteau

Spoiler: TL;DR

• The Mongrel follows Iggy toward the missile bay
• They are intercepted by Seto, who damages The Mongrel by surprise
• The Mongrel stays behind to hold Seto off
  • He puts Iggy in charge and sends him ahead to finish the mission
  • He alerts Mercy that the Mawites have been discovered

It was all falling into place, this ambitious plan of theirs.

With Mercy securing their target and the auxiliaries aboard the Triumph at last, it seemed that The Mongrel and his companions were only moments away from dealing the Alliance flagship a tremendous blow. Fanatic though he was, the warlord was under no illusions about actually destroying the ship; modern warships had sophisticated damage control systems, and the officers of the Alliance Navy were clever and well-disciplined enough to react to all manner of threats, internal or external. But if they could just move the ship...

... the harried Mawite warfleet could reach hyperspace.

Damage control or no, a nice big explosion in the missile bay would almost certainly be enough to force the Triumph to withdraw, lest the Final Dawn forces make a push against the wounded vessel and finish it off. The Alliance was unlikely to make that sacrifice, even to contain the Brotherhood ships that they were pursuing. All that remained was to actually get from the auxiliaries' entry point to the proper place for setting up the explosives, a task that The Mongrel would leave to Ignatius... as indeed he had left much of this operation so far.

The former First Order officer seemed flustered for a moment, perhaps still unbalanced by the curious combination of trust and mockery, judgement and faith, that he was receiving from The Mongrel. But he rose to the occasion, as the warlord had known he would. He employed those technical skills again, gutting and reprograming some boxy little droid to serve as their guide. Ignatius followed it out of the maintenance bay, and the rest of the auxiliaries followed him in turn, hustling through the wartorn corridors of the enemy flagship.

They made it a good distance before disaster struck. Without warning, a pale-haired man with a naked blade in hand rushed forward with inhuman speed, the kind of attack that can only be done with the aid of cybernetics or sorcery. The Mongrel did not know his face, though their destinies had mingled before. This was Seto du Couteau , senator and secret Force-user, one of the men instrumental in shielding Tythoni Square from the orbital bombardment that The Mongrel had called in back on Jedha. One of the reasons the Maw had lost.

Had he known that fact, the warlord would have eagerly leapt in to take his revenge. But he had never actually seen Seto despite fighting in the same battle, and now he saw only an abrupt threat to his mission. With the best reflexes that cybernetic modification could buy, The Mongrel raised his own drawn warblade in a quick parry, though it was still almost too late; Seto's blade bit into his durasteel shoulder, nearly deep enough to damage the synthmuscles within the chassis, before he managed to halt it. His foe was quick indeed.

"I will hold off this sorcerer," The Mongrel called back to the auxiliaries. "Complete the mission. Iggy is in command. Kerri, watch him." He trusted the former First Order officer to get the job done... unless he saw an opportunity to save his own skin and escape the "service" of the Maw. That was why it was good to have an auxiliary with genuine enthusiasm for the Brotherhood as his second, someone who could keep the more gifted but less trustworthy man on task. Time was of the essence now that they'd been found.

"Mercy," The Mongrel transmitted, even as he strained against his foe's blade, "we have been discovered. My troops are still on their way to you. Complete the mission, but beware; more Alliance forces may be headed to your position." Leaping back, his shoulder sparking where it'd been damaged, the warlord carefully positioned himself to block the hallway; if Seto wanted to get at the Mawite troops, he was going to have to go through The Mongrel, and the cyborg did not intend to make that easy. He'd fight to the last.

"Come on then, you foppish lapdog," he sneered at the finely-clothed senator - though it was only an auditory sneer, evident in his harsh mechanical voice, for he had no face. "Let's see what you can do!"

 

[Yenna]

ADRATHORPE | ANV MOMENTOUS TRIUMPH
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance | Osarla Ridor | Open
ENEMIES: Maw | Open
ENGAGING: Dimitri Voltura
GEAR: In bio​

MAKE IT WIT CHU​

She wasn’t exactly surprised when Dimitri refused her drink, her assumption was simply that he wasn’t that big a fan of alcohol. Sucks to be him. Her mood sunk further, however, at the mention of him no longer being in contact with his lady friend. Whether she was dead or simply missing, was up in the air. ”Oh…” She muttered as her golden gaze remained affixed to him.

His attention turned to Osarla and the little green Jedi watched the two of them for a moment. Her head swivelled from left to right as Dimitri addressed her and she fired right back with her own retort. Her lightsaber extinguished as she brought her flask up to her lips for a healthy swig.

She was going to need more whiskey for this fight.

”Um… necessary, is a fight? Sure, with Dimitri, a duel is quite fun. But… more important objectives, there are.” She tried to calm the situation down. Sure, a duel with Dimitri would be quite pleasant and be good exercise for her. Then again, the matter of his appearance was still rather important.

She turned to look at him again. ”Here, why are you?” she asked him gently as she faced him fully. ”For me, I doubt you care this much.” She teased with a chuckle.

This was going to go south, no matter how much she tried to keep it “friendly.”

 

[Valery Noble]

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Objective: Boarding the Predator​

Valery: Appearance​

Outfit: Factory Link​

Lightsabers: Link!​

Ship: Link!​

Tag: Iris Arani Marlon Sularen ​

Others nearby: Dagon Kaze Jem Fossk Darth Solipsis ​

Post: #3​

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With Iris Arani in close formation behind her, the Master and Padawan continued maneuvring through the chaotic battle, their minds still engaged with the radiating corruption from within the Predator. But with the Jedi pair having secured their own minds, they began to reach out to those around them. Too many pilots had already lost their lives to mind-affecting rage and fear induced by Halketh - it was time to end it.​

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"Good Iris, become their shield. Guide them out of the darkness."​

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Very early on in her Padawan's training, she had picked up on the girl's affinity to reach out with her mind. She was gifted in feeling and seeing the emotions of others, but she had it within her to also affect them greatly. All she needed was a little bit of guidance, and soon her light would defend those around her, casting away the Dark Side like a candle removing the darkness within a room.​

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All around the two Jedi, pilots began to regain their control over themselves and their ships. They flew back into formation, protected each other, and engaged the enemy with more ferocity, as they looked for some payback. Many had seen friends crash themselves into oblivion, so now they sought to avenge the fallen.​

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"Very good, it's working. But as long as the source remains, the darkness will linger. Follow me."​

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And with that, the Jedi Master began her final approach vector for one of the Predator's smaller hangar bays, one that had likely emptied most of its smaller craft already for the ongoing battle. With Iris close behind, they maneuvred past a few more ongoing dogfights before they reached the entrance, and made their way inside.​

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Because it was likely that some ground crew remained inside, Valery made an incredibly quick landing and launched herself out of the cockpit as the canopy flew open, her twin lightsabers already drawn to deflect incoming blaster fire. Luckily, there weren't a ton of heavily armed guards here, but that was surely going to change if they lingered too long.​

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"Move with me, Iris!" Valery said as she danced between the blaster bolts, deflecting some whilst closing in to take down her targets. There was no hesitation with the woman, only perseverance and commitment. They had a task to help cripple this ship and assist other Jedi on-board if necessary.​

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She would make sure to complete it.​

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[Ignatius Rausgeber]

ANV Momentous Triumph//Missile Magazine
Allies: The Mongrel | Keilara Kala'myr
Enemies: Syndulla Command | Seto du Couteau

Ignatius froze at the appearance of the Jedi, and clasped his personal protection device close. Clasping the handle, and putting a finger on the trigger. If this was it, he was going to go out with a bang. Then the Mongrel entered the fray. Declaring that he alone would be the one to destroy this whelp. Seemed ambitious. Well not so much ambitious. Ignatius had the total confidence of his more martially minded cohorts could take on the Jedi. Would there be casualties? Almost certainly. But he could not, nor would he deny the warlords own wish. "As you wish." Was all Ignatius could make out, with a slight sneer on his features. "Right, form on me," Rausgeber growled, looking down at the mouse droid limping along. "Move it!" He called, before the mouse droid howled in pain, and sped off.

It was almost comical as Ignatius was thrown from balance, and now began to chase after the minute piece of machinery as it whirred toward their final objective. He was struggling. Even with his vice like grip on the cabling, to keep up as the droid trundled forward, and the Auxiliaries behind him kept barging through. It was nominally, a less than ideal situation. Ignatius out front. But he was certain to acquiesce command at this point would relegate him to the back of the pack. To be forgotten. To be left behind once the detonators were set. It was not something he was keen on allowing to happen.

And that's when he saw it. The oncoming missile bay. He had trained a little with simulated Alliance missile bays in training. That was the old Alliance. Although it seemed the bulbous, tumour like Mon Calamari vessels remained the same. No matter what faction one worked for, or the political governance behind them. Ignatius drew back on the mouse droids lead. "Kerri, please." And without a second thought, the gregarious weequay moved, and stomped on the droid. Sending it to the abyss with a sizzle beneath his boot. They had reached it. Their objective.

"Fan out," Ignatius commanded, "Find Mercy, and reorganise a way out. Get her a line on the Bunghole." Rausgeber commanded to the group, before entering. Rausgeber moved to the nearest rack of proton torpedoes. "Alright, Glenn, get over here," He reached into the satchel, and retrieved three of the Thundahvelin caps. "Spread these around. Face up. I don't want any premature detonation." Rausgeber barked with a sneer. "That goes for all of you! Keep caps up. Time your detonators. And loosen, if you can some of the missile tips." That'd help spread the ordnance.

This was it. A sort of feeling of finality came over Ignatius as he delicately placed thundahvelin caps one by one. If they were ambushed now, they'd surely have to spring the explosives. His mind raced, as he looked back toward the entrance to the magazine. He'd be damned if he ended up another doomed soul aboard this vessel.

 

[Haon Hafey]

Allies: Tu'teggacha Rebirth Aldo Garrick Xuan Vo Electra-12 Kenth Berik Marlon Sularen Maestus
Enemies: Liedran Kathause Cynthia Alucard Elena Lowe Cordé Sabo Jax Thio

Fleet: Utriusque Restituo-class Factory Command Battlecarrier (6x Tractor Beam Emitters destroyed, two shield generators destroyed, Modular Furnace Offline, Hanger Bay critically damaged!)
Starfighter Totals: 401x TIE/VA, 170x TIE/PI, 52x TIE/AR
Loss: 3x PCL 27Cs, 79 TIE/VA, 46x TIE/PI, 56x TIE/AR

"Keep the firepower rolling! I don't want anything through!"
"Sir the ANV Minuet has been destroyed! We di-missiles incoming! They are following the bombers!"
"Close the hanger bay! Activate the Missile Deac-"

Then it happened, a massive explosion inside the actual hanger bay area as missiles found their mark alright. It destroyed a rather large chunk of their Tie Arsonists attempting to rearm as the entire Battle Carrier shook in protest. People fell off from their chairs as alarms went off, warning of the incoming disaster as a duo of the ten shield generators were crippled. The bridge became red as Haon got up slowly from his chair, seeing the ANV Charole starting to destroy tractor beam emitters as people started to get back up from their stations.

"Wipe that sithspawn frigate out of existence! Activate the Modular Furnace! Fire on those missiles and keep them away from the furnace!"

There was a whining start up as a large blue glow erupted from the middle as it began, some starfighters from the enemy would be no doubt drawn inside and destroyed in a literal furnace, turning the scrap of their starfighters into materials. As this kept going, there was a warning from one of the crewmen, apparently the sister ship of the Charole, the ANV Prelude, had come to broadside the Utriusque. The starship shook little as it had a great deal of defenses and still eight shield generators online and still powering through. As the Molecular Furnace slowly drew in the Charole, Haon would speak again, speaking to squadron commands.

"Time to make a statement. All squadrons, eliminate the ANV Prelude. Wipe it from the face of this system. Leave no survivors."

At that moment, a large amount of starfighter groups formed together of Vanguards, Pillagers and Arsonists as though a swarm of insects descended onto the ANV Prelude, with no fear they attacked with all their weapons and firepower, proton bombs being dropped. It would attempt to overwhelm the Prelude in a hurry though fate, may have possibly saved it from complete annihilation. A lone starfighter has screamed through deep space as a crewman spoke up.

"Sir! We have an incoming starfighter! It is coming in faster than anything I ever seen!"
"What can a lone starfighter do? Let it play with us. Close the Hanger Bay doors."
"Sir, they are not responding!"
"I said close them! I made this ship! Sigma Four Del-"

A loud explosion occurred from down below, something miraculous had occurred to the point it was of insanity. Within all the chaos, with all the beating drums of destroying the enemy, a lone enemy starfighter that was about to be completely destroyed let off a single missile that erupted an explosion far more deadly than anyone could anticipate. The Modular Furnace sputtered violently as its main power generator was destroyed behind it and with a puff of pushing energy outwards along with debris, it had turned off. The ANV Charole, close to literal death, was now being pushed away from the amount of debris and force, all tractor beam emitters sputtering and losing all hold onto it. The pilot that made this attack, was alive but who it was, he may never know.

"Sir! The Modular Furnace just turned off! The frigate is literally at our nose!"
"Fire all turbolasers onto the Charole! Divert all power from the Modular Furnace into shields! Whatever is left of auxiliary power, keep it going!"
"Starfighter has breached defenses! It is going into the hanger bay!"
"Prepare for boarding! No matter who it is, kill the individual!"

Maw battlecruiser commanded by Haon Hafey @Haon Hafey , this is Maestus. I am on approach, and in pursuit. Expect opposition to be boarding via an X-Wing that looks to be on approach as well. I shall arrive shortly.

A transmission? What a perfect time for any of this, and of course it already happened! It must had been delayed as Haon responded back as parts of the Battle Cruiser was straining from the pressure of the two frigates firing upon it.

"Lord Maestus, I believe it is a little late for that. I think the person has already arrived! Get in here quickly, the fight is going badly outside!"

With starfighters already deployed on one of the frigates, the Charole merely had to fight a damaged weapon systems Battle Cruiser with enough shield generators to outlast a general bombardment. If the captain was wise, this may be a true moment to exploit some weaknesses after being close to the jaws of death.

What Was Done

Spoiler

In an ironic twist, the ANV Minuet has caused widespread damage in its death. Hanger Bay doors are stuck open and critically damaged, two shield generators were destroyed and over a third of bombers were destroyed attempting to rearm!
All Starfighters, Interceptors and Bombers are converging onto Liedran Kathause ANV Interlude to exterminate from a flanking attack.
While attempting to devour the ANV Charole, six tractor beams destroyed and while in the process, a lone pilot has disabled the Modular Furnace with a singular missile, allowing it to escape from certain death destroying its main power source and has virtually no opposition, tractor beams losing lock on with the frigate.
Jax Thio has gotten past the starfighter screen due to a blundering error from the Haon Hafeys crew. Possibly already inside and causing trouble in an already chaos state of the hanger bay.
Maestus is allowed on through, notified of her soon arrival. Tractor Beams activating on any starfighters getting to close to her shuttlecraft.

 

[Traden Avarice]

III: STEEL AND BONE
TEAM SKYWALKER
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Location: The Bunghole, Shield Generator Room
Attire: Standard
Loadout: The Harbinger, Lightsaber
Adversary: Rannan Kol


One stray blast erupted from The Harbinger as the force push deflected the weapons aim away from both the generator and the dark apostle, demolishing a console nearby. Traden quickly pulled his finger off the trigger in response to the force push being applied to the weapon, applying his own counter pressure as the weapon shook and trembled in-between the conflicting wills of both men.

Finally Traden released, allowing for the weapon to shift away and to the side. He looked straight at the dark master, his eyes narrow, his mind clearing with every passing moment as he finally regained his mental composure.

However the damage had been done, and the force master recognized the mental fatigue that had set in. As he assessed his enemy, he knew that he was at a disadvantage coming into the fight. He would need to lean into defensive technique, and use as little energy in his strikes as possible. Hopefully he would be able to let the enemy expend some of their own energy throughout the beginning of their fight while he was able to conserve his own.

And then, perhaps, the playing field would become more even.

Traden detached The Harbinger from his armor, setting it down on the ground and entering a defensive posture with his brilliant blue blade outstretched in front of him in both hands, facing off against the enemy. He listened as the apostle commented on his unorthodox approach as well as the fact that he had been able to withstand the mental visions. Traden mused at the thought of being called stoic… the man had obviously never met his father.

"I am what I need to be… no more, no less." He said, tilting his head slightly, studying the dark master as he ignited his duel sabers and entered into a fighting stance. Great… double the sabers… double the risk. However, in Tradens experience, those who wielded two sabers often errored on the side of overconfidence, which would provide a narrow window of opportunity to make a quick and deadly strike… if he had the patience to wait for it.

"But you? There are hundreds just like you… hungry for power… for respect… for more. And in my experience? You'll die hungry… whether that's today, or tomorrow."

The dark apostle beckoned the force master to initiate an attack, however Traden knew that would be an unwise action for him to take in his current state. Instead, he desired to provoke the dark master into an enraged assault against him. Traden smirked,

"Afraid to meet me in the void, and now afraid to engage me, even on your own terms? How will you ever rise to your potential if you give in to your fear? I thought I had journeyed out here to confront a dark master.... Perhaps I was mistaken…"

Traden stretched a finger out slightly, using the force to lift part of the fractured durasteel door and send it spiraling towards the dark apostle. He would not initiate the attack, under any circumstances, due to his already depleted state of mind. His only hope was for the enemy to attack him first.

 

[Syndulla Command]

SYNDULLA COMMAND | DISORDER
ADRATHORPE SYSTEM | EMERGENCE CORRIDOR EXIT
KEEP IT TOGETHER | Liedran Kathause Zahara Myneto
LATE ARRIVALS | Bashir Constantine Oliva Cruanless Orcash
DEBRIS BAIT | Marlon Sularen Haon Hafey Aldo Garrick Tu'teggacha CETCOM Kenth Berik
JUST STAY AWAY FROM THE BRIDGE | you know who you are and ily but there's a lot of you
MODUS | REAR ADMIRAL JORDALLA​

Galactic Alliance 6th Sector Fleet On Approach to Final Dawn Fleet ANS Momentous Triumph, Plenipotentiary-class Dreadnought ANS Deimos, Starhawk III-class Battleship ANS Earthquake, Starhawk III-class Battleship ANS Integrity, Redeemer-class Star Defender ANS Virgil, Redeemer-class Star Defender ANS Primo, MC81k 'Liberty Kai'-type Star Cruiser ANS Prince, MC81k 'Liberty Kai'-type Star Cruiser ANS Rrudobar, Ena-class Star Defender ANS Krallet's Sting, Ena-class Star Defender 8x 6x Endurance II-class Fleet Carriers 16x 8x MC140c Scythe-class Main Battle Cruisers 12x 3x Sacheen-class Light Escort Frigates 10x 5x Type 062D 'Cutlass' Assault Frigates 14x 6x CR-37 FarStar Corellian Carriers Numerous E-Wing Starfighters Numerous Y-Wing Starbombers Numerous A-Wing Interceptors Numerous B-Wing Starfighters Numerous X-Wing Starfighters 10x 5x Ferret II Recon Drones Various Support Craft

"Weird things, all that," the High Admiral muttered, watching as the shield leechers on the Predator targeted the Momentous Triumph. That sort of weaponry was rare, even in a galaxy filled with every manner of technological marvel imaginable -- and every military innovation possible to level against the enemy. In much the same way, the 6th's Starhawks began their gruesome work. One of the smaller support ships of the Final Dawn's fleet found itself thrown into the emergence field. There was a simulated noise of an explosion on the tacmap, and the miniature ship on the display disappeared.

As chaotic as things seemed initially, the battle lines were well-ordered on both sides. The Triumph's support line caught up and began covering for future boarders, and alongside the Scythe frigates and the Integrity they matched the Final Dawn's main line blow for blow. It was the Triumph's lurch forward that presented the most problems; they were out of position enough, and though Minlov's aggressive tactics had won before, the damage and boarding suffered could lead to a crippled dreadnought in no man's land.

"Switch to auxiliary shield generators, concentrate power in the molecular shields, then reboot our primary shields -- see if we can throw off the leech lock," Minlov ordered. Something told Kyreang that the man didn't entirely understand the weapon; admittedly, neither did Kyreang, so he couldn't tell if it'd work. The High Admiral's frustration burned. "Why haven't our Starhawks grabbed anything? Pull those-" he marked the Carnage and Tyrant - "big ones out of our way, then get the Prince and Rrudobar to split their formation and give us space."

On the tacmap the Starhawks began to turn, their enormous tractor beams searching for a lock on the enemy. Their heavy cruisers formed up, preparing to push alongside the Triumph.

"Sir, some of the debris-"

Where the support craft had shattered, a shining red dot marked the spot where pieces of Csilla now exploded outwards. The furthest portside Scythe cruiser tanked an asteroid nearly fifty meters wide, damaging the central fin and sending more debris soaring into the center of the battle. It wasn't the only piece -- the emergence, even moving, seemed like it'd been waiting for a chance to tear into the forces gathered here. Minlov's brow furrowed in anger, and he slammed his hand onto the direct comm.

<<"This is High Admiral Minlov to all GADF units -- avoid the debris field, and shoot down anything coming towards you. We've got enough trouble with these discount Imperials, I don't want Csilla's last crap ruining my day any more than it already has.">> He pulled away and cussed as the first damage report rolled in.

The realization hit Kyreang as soon as Minlov had said it. Csilla had come here, yes, and it was hardly helping anyone -- but the fear, and more importantly the pain, of seeing an entire planet erased would hardly benefit the Alliance. His eyes wandered to his crewmen, and he could see it there. Some had lost friends at Csilla. Some were merely shaken by the reminder of a dead world and its people. It slowed them. Yet, the High Admiral would not be stopped.

"I want them gone. Keep going -- keep everything firing, I want us to be out of missiles by the end of the hour."

"High Admiral-"

"Shut up. Today is mine."