Mine For the Taking (First Order Phrik Run - Sekalus)

[Evangeline Ovmar]

Step one, land troops and take over targets. Step two, remove assets from targets in bulk, plant beacons. Step three, vacate targets, return troops and retrieved assets to fleet. Step four, reduce beaconed targets to bedrock via bombardment.

It wasn't a complex plan, but then again, no plan survived contact with the enemy. The rewards, however, would outweigh the risk.

A planet was easy to find if you knew what to look for, and First Order intelligence was top notch in most cases. As such, Captain Ovmar watched as the lines of hyperspace became the pinpricks of stars as the ship reverted to realspace. Before her, lay the planet the fleet was to attack. Not to take and hold, but to simply attack and remove a certain ore of distinct value for use with a very, very special project.

"Order the attack," came her clear command as she prowled the command deck. "Begin the attack. Launch all dropships launch all starfighters. We do this as planned."

The vibrations of launching ships told her that the orders were being followed. The attack on Sekalus had begun. The desert mines would yield Phrik once more, this time to the First Order, before being destroyed.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Evangeline Ovmar"]

Warzones. Ellie had no idea she was about to be part of one.

She had picked up another job, running mining equipment to the Sekalus mining Corporations. It was a one time gig, but it paid twice what she could make in three standard months on the smaller jobs. That was her a lonely orphaned spacer, always looking to make a credit. She was sitting at the table with the Corporate Bosses of the area as the Crop Duster, her YT-2400 was being unloaded for the equipment.

"Well Ms. Raxis, seems you brought us everything we need in full. However we do have another job you might like."

Ellie was all ears, leaning in and brushing stray strands of hair from her face. The job seemed like it was a big one, and she was hungry for more. Her brown eyes locked with the bosses, and she smiled.

"I can take whatever you need Jonathan. Just give me an advance if it's dangerous."

"Oh dear girl it is."

Jonathan the local company manager leaned back in his chair, stroking his graying beard.

The room was very sterile, all grey and reflective surfaces. Ellies hoodie did little to quell the cold that seeped into her bones. Jonathan's stare was not any more comforting and she wondered what was on the man's mind. Probably something dirty.

What a pig, I'm only eighteen guy! She thought, maintaining the fake smile.

"I need some wares delivered discreetly. A shipment of Phrik to Chazwa, your old stomping grounds. Trouble is One sith patrols and the recent Mandalorian saber rattling. We don't dare send a vessel of our own out there, but a beautiful young captain like yourself."

"Stop, can it Jonathan. Just give me the first half upfront, I'll get it where it needs to go,"

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Ship: The Equinox (plus 2x TIE/FO-EW fighters)
Arms & Equipment: Black Warden Cloak, Primeval Light Armor, Amphistaff, SE-44C Blaster Pistol

From beneath the shadow of one of the star destroyers, the familiar shape of the Sith Interceptor emerged into the pale starlight.

Flanked on either side by TIE fighters that were highly specialized with expansive sensor suites and electronic warfare jamming capabilities, the young Knight of Ren was here to be the eyes of the Supreme Leader. To see what eyes could not. To listen for what ears could not hear. If a threat manifested itself, he would silence it. The military could handle things from there, without concern of any transmission getting out. Unless the threat was of a more mysterious nature. In which case the boy might need to handle things personally.

His cloak and helmet were resting on one of the chairs in the lounge behind him, the blue-skinned Pantoran watched the scene unfolding from the luxury of the ship's lounge. An R3 unit controlled the droid brains that served as the ship's tiered computer mind, handling navigation autonomously. "Echoes Team, form up behind the lead dropship. We'll escort them as far as the upper ionosphere," the boy opined aloud, as he leaned forward.

Perhaps merely another boring escort run.

[member="Evangeline Ovmar"]​

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

The monotonous sounds of the dropship flying towards the planet filled the ears of the First Order stormtroopers and the Disciple of the Beyond within it, with the occasional click of the troopers checking their weapon magazines and the clank of a lightsaber hitting the metal wall.

Even as Arthan was behind them staring with his hazel eyes, he sensed no fear on their part, and that was good. He did not want the stormtroopers to fear him as he was there to assist them in their mission, and fear in general was a terrible modifier for combat.

Arthan was only there on the mission for two reasons. Number one was phrik, he wanted to modify his lightsaber later on to include phrik so it wasn't so easy for other Force users to slice through it with their lightsabers, but he also wanted to create a mask for whenever he became a Knight of Ren if he did.

Number two was he could sense a Knight of Ren there, and he wanted to make an example to prove his skill in the ways of the Force, hopefully he would be recognized.

He had already received the battle plan and was in charge of this squad of stormtroopers, though there was also a Sergeant in the squad that would take over if he died

He felt the vibrations of the dropship as it entered the atmosphere, their mission would start soon and he was ready for it.

[member="Evangeline Ovmar"] [member="Eliza Raxis"] [member="Boo Chiyo"]

 

[Kriel Firin]

He sat on a command shuttle as it headed to the surface. It was a modern derivative of the Upsilon-class model. Behind it were two Atmospheric Assault Landers - also known as First Order Transporters. They carried armoured troops - forty in total between them - two platoons, each led by a lieutenant. His ship held his own personal squad of 8 troopers, with a sergeant in charge.

It was his first taste of action in the name of the First Order. He'd undertaken basic training and solo missions - but for the first time he was in charge of others and would potentially face opposition on the battle-field. His usual arrogance came to the fore. It meant he felt no fear, but conversely he was going to be playing with the lives of almost fifty men - and an over-confident move could prove costly.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Evangeline Ovmar"] [member="Kriel Firin"] [member="Arthan Corvax"] [member="Boo Chiyo"]

That was when Jonathan's Commlink chimed. He touched his ear, eyes narrowing as he heard the news. His face went a brighter shade of white.

"What's up?" Ellie asked, cocking her head to the side. Jonathan only stared at her, and then gulped hard. Sweat formed on his brow, and he slid a package of credits across the table.

"First Order just launched several dropships. They came out of nowhere. I have to go Ellie, and you should too."

"Is everything loaded?"

"Yes they're seeing to the final details right now."

Jonathan was hardly keeping eye contact now. The old merc had his pistol on the table and was busy screwing a silencer to it. When that was finished he slammed it home into it's sheath and rose, crossing the dull grey room. Fingers danced upon a keypad and the wall slid back, revealing a secret passage.

"Go through here. I don't know how close they are."

"Who are the first order?"

"Nevermind that girl, I owe them a debt. So get out of here! Contact me when you're there!"

Alarms began to ring, almost blasting Ellies eardrums out. Fear gripped her gut, clenching it like a fist squeezing and her anxiety flared to the fore. Without another word the young spacer stepped through the doorway, and the wall hissed, sealing shut.

Emergency lights kicked on and flickered.

Why am I always in the middle of trouble.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

The First Order was a political and military entity Archangel could approve of. It was totalitarian, fascist, very orderly and fond of high technology solutions to problems. All these were qualities the machine cult masquerading as a legitimate droidmaker could regard as positive. Besides, some time ago they'd had business relations, before the neo-Imperialist group had seized its own swathe of territory and stretched out its tendrils for its first expansionary ventures. So it was only fitting that the machines support the First Order in this venture.


An Archangel dropship was one of the mass of transport vessels that shot towards Sekalus. Callisto watched dispassionately as her heavily armoured transport ship approached the planet. She felt the ship's vibrations as it pierced the atmosphere and she got her first good look of the world's surface. With her was a small group of fellow, equally heavily armed HRDs.


Word was that the planet contained to a 'Force Nexus' and was home to creatures categorised as' Sithspawn'. The former was irrelevant to her because as a droid she was as sensitive to the 'mystical energy field' folks called the Force as a plank, the latter would simply be terminated if they became a nuisance. The objectives were clear: The desert mines would yield phrik, of which Archangel would claim a small share, beacons would be planted to provide targets for the fleet. Then orbital bombardment would ensue.

 

[Jeron Verity]

[member="Abigail Selonna"] | [member="Barkt Melan"] | [member="Sanya Val Swift"] | [member="Kyrana Gould"] | [member="Valiens Nantaris"] | [member="Evelin Redstar"] | [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] | [member="Darth Pikiran"] | [member="Nicademus Blith"]


Galven had boarded one of his new Redeemers, getting it prepared and ready along with two Bloat-classes. He was trying to keep his composure, while thinking hard about the situation at hand. Maybe it was too soon, maybe he should wait... no. If he was ever an honorable man, this was the time to show it. "Sir, are you still sure about this?" One of the bridge officers asked, just as stressed as he was. "Yes," Galven continued, "We have to show something if not what is right. Send the broadcast." "But Supreme Imperator, the comms have been mostly cold and quiet, the rest of the men don't think aid will come," the Bridge officer boldly stated. He wasn't wrong, and that was why Galven was just the slight bit nervous. His fleet was incomplete, and his ship wasn't finished. He gave a nod, "Turn it on, Officer." Reluctantly, the officer sent it.

"Possible allies and hopefully future friends, of organizations with similar passions, and areas of expertise in which I lack in. I seek you out. I wish we could have met on better terms, but I request any aid. My people have heard stories, and I have been contacted by someone who tells me the First Order is attacking their planet. We all know the First Order do not like to leave survivors. I do not ask you to fight for me, I do not ask you to risk your lives. I beseech thee, to aid me in making sure the lives on the planet stay safe. Whatever crimes the First Order are committing, I do not feel the need to stop them, unless killing, or further killing ensues. All I ask is to protect the innocent lives that have nothing to do with the war at hand. This is Galven Solomon, of GOMM, signing out."

Galven took a breath and wiped his forehead, gaining the attention of the officers. "Engage the hyperjump, send them the coordinates, we'll see what happens." And they were off.



[member="Callisto Scarlett"] | [member="Eliza Raxis"] | [member="Kriel Firin"] | [member="Arthan Corvax"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Evangeline Ovmar"]


1x Redeemer-class Heavy Frigate
2x Bloat-class Armed Corvettes
8x ADT-class Heavy Fighters
Location: Sekalus


The Large Redeemer exited hyperjump nearby the planet Sekalus, along with two Bloat-classes on either side of the Redeemer in support positions. "Supreme Imperator, the Bloats aren't escorts, the Redeemer is the escort an-" "And we don't have enough of anything, Bridge Officer. This is what we have. If this is all we will have for this engagement..." He sighed, "May something help us." Galven took a look out the view port, seeing some ships over the planet before giving orders. "Approach the ships, hail them. Raise shields and keep weapons charged."

"Attention all First Order ships, please respond. This is urgent, we do not wish to exchange weapons fire unless absolutely necessary."

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

[member="Galven Solomon"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Evangeline Ovmar"] | [member="Eliza Raxis"] | [member="Callisto Scarlett"] | [member="Kriel Firin"] | [member="Arthan Corvax"]



The sudden beeping noise emanating from the communications console caught the attention of the Arue'tii, and with a nod to the crew member manning it, the message began to play throughout the Bridge. Abelain listened carefully to it, fully aware from the first moment it began to play that it was not a transmission meant for him, nor the Paladin. The issue of moral qualms did not bother him greatly, though there was a slight disappointment at the idea that young ones may have been harmed in conflict. Sadly, such things were unavoidable in some circumstances, and there was a certain level of forgiveness given to strategic blows with unintentional consequences. Though, further listening indicated that these were not random casualties of war, but instead intentional genocide of individuals for the sake of achieving some strange sort of unity. In the end, despite being a frustrating turn of events to any onlookers, there was no reason to involve himself in the conflict.

At least, up until the final part of the message. The identifying stamp of the call for help indicated an organization that Abelain had previously been unaware of, likely due to it's minor and generally unimportant role in galactic politics. The Arue'tii glanced towards another console aboard the bridge of the Paladin, issuing his order, "Who is this 'Galven Solomon' and what may they offer us?" Moments later, the crewman working at the console station responded with, "Sir, GOMM is a minor faction which works on shipbuilding and construction." That was curious, a shipbuilder needed hulls to prevent disaster.

Funds had been rather difficult to come by for the Arue'tii for some time, and appropriate monetary gains would be beneficial for the hunting of his former teacher, as well as other projects of varying interest and difficulty that would likely accumulate in the future. Besides, the message specifically listed that the Paladin need not combat the First Order ships, only appear to offer a sort of challenge to any hostile actions they would take that would endanger the populace of the planet. With a sigh, the Arue'tii took a seat and gave his order, "Set course for the coordinates they've given. Launch." With the final word spoken, the vessel warped out of existence and went to a speed quick enough to warrant it's own realm of being.

 

[Matreya]

Location: Places
Gear: Sig
Ship: Sovereign Class Heavy Cruiser

Damien stood upon the bridge of Hell's Shadow, a Sovereign Class Heavy Cruiser, his arms folded across his chest. He had recieved communications from one Galven Solomon, and decided to jump to action. He possessed no fleet, nor did he himself battle much, but he did own a ship that he had long ago stumbled upon, hardly after achieving knighthood. It had been one item he had found midst the destruction of a battle, he forgot where, but had immediately claimed it for his own.

It was the ship he had used whenever times called for a big gun.

Gliding a hand against his Cater Coat, he thought about a potential battle that could ensue. He had brought his Beskar'gam, his Coat, his Warden Cloak, and his Gun belt. Inside the belt were a trio of Betty Blasters, an assortement of munitions and explosives, as well as others odd pieces. At his hip was Lymmahtun, over his back Tantibus, and hidden within his coat was his lightsaber.

"Lieutenant, let me know when we're dropping from Hyper." Damien called, his voice filtered through the speakers built into his helmet. At that he turned on his heel and walked towards his room aboard the craft. Standing before a holoarray, Damien sent a message to Galven.

"Hello, this is Damien Daemon of JAC, I am pleased to alert you to my approach. We should arrive within the next few minutes. We are ready for battle."

[member="Galven Solomon"]

 

[Abigail Selonna]

Abigail stood with her arms crossed in front of the holotank displaying the scan data being reported back. She had taken her fleet outside of Alliance territory for some maneuvers. She knew that the One Sith had spies in their territory, it came with the fact that they were the biggest threat to the monstrosity. Therefore, she had gained permission to train maneuvers for her fleet in remote systems. Today she had picked the Kinooine system, a short hop from the end of the Corellian Trade Spine, and far enough away from the One Sith to have little chance of anything getting back to them.

Abigail's flagship, ANS Resolution, sat with only minimal pickets (2x Nebulon B-7s and 3x Watchers) while the rest of the fleet broke up to engage in war games. Her ships were doing very well, though she was picking up on some things to focus on in future training.

"Ma'am, we have an incoming transmission." The communications officer spoke into the quiet hum of a working command center.

"Let's hear it." She said turning from the holotank and returning to her command couch.

"Possible allies and hopefully future friends, of organizations with similar passions, and areas of expertise in which I lack in. I seek you out. I wish we could have met on better terms, but I request any aid. My people have heard stories, and I have been contacted by someone who tells me the First Order is attacking their planet. We all know the First Order do not like to leave survivors. I do not ask you to fight for me, I do not ask you to risk your lives. I beseech thee, to aid me in making sure the lives on the planet stay safe. Whatever crimes the First Order are committing, I do not feel the need to stop them, unless killing, or further killing ensues. All I ask is to protect the innocent lives that have nothing to do with the war at hand. This is Galven Solomon, of GOMM, signing out."

Abigail looked thoughtful as she watched the face of Galven. They'd met briefly in a different dust up, their goals usually aligned in the part of keeping civilians safe. This looked to be in that vein as well, and involved the First Order. In some ways, they were even worse than the One Sith. Some ways.

"Coordinates coming in." The comm officer said.

"Send a message to the fleet, once they are able to reform have them jump to just outside of the...Sekalus system and stand ready. Once that has been sent, direct our pickets to form on us and do an immediate jump to those coordinates." She said to the communications officer. "Send out a report to our brass, send a copy of that recording as well. Suit up for battle stations."

Moments later, her relatively tiny fleet jumped for Sekalus.

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"We are coming up on the Sekalus coordinates."

"Bring us in, get me scans as soon as they clear."

Downjumping into the Sekalus system, the Indomitable Class Star Defender, two Nebulon B7s, and three Watcher corvettes appeared, further back from Galvens small fleet. Their beacons showed as Omega Pyre ships, which most in the First Order would know was a mercenary group with heavy ties to the Alliance.

"Scan is clearing. Mr. Solomon's ships are directly forward of us, roughly thirteen kilometers out. One unidentified ship, and beyond them is the First Order fleet."

Abigail nodded and thought a moment.

"Deploy pickets, deploy screening elements. Get me a tight beam to Galven." She said, a screen rose from the arm of her command chair. 'Mr. Solomon, I have a small force present with me, with a larger force due to arrive outside of the system. We will remain silent and follow your lead for now.'

[member="Galven Solomon"] [member="Callisto Scarlett"] [member="Eliza Raxis"] [member="Kriel Firin"] [member="Arthan Corvax"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Evangeline Ovmar"] [member="darth pikiran"] [member="abelain narv'uk"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Galven Solomon"] [member="Callisto Scarlett"] [member="Abigail Selonna"] [member="Kriel Firin"] [member="Arthan Corvax"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Evangeline Ovmar"] [member="Darth Pikiran"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

Location: Starport, Luss.

The corridor stretched and winded down through a few sets of stairs and jumbles of pipes. At some parts Ellie had to crawl on her hands and knee until she could clear everything. Finally she came to end, a false wall that she seemed to burst right through. A hologram.

"Whoa!"

And there she was, directly three terminals down from her ship. Local citizens were scrambling through the halls, stampeding to get to their ships. As Ellie watched through the view-ports of the raised terminal she could see vessels taking off without clearance from the station. Across the skyscraper landscape of the city desperate freighters careened into each other, sending them plummeting to their doom.

Crimson flame licked the scape and smoke rose in pillar where they went down.

Great, I'll be dodging other vessels.

Someone stepped hard on her toes, nearly knocking her over. Ellie felt a hot anger rise in her face, flushing it beat red.

"Whoa, watch it!"

A single punch impacted his head, and he turned, laughing at the girl.

"You call that a punch! Get out my way!," He growled.

She had few options left, she had to go against the massive throng to get to her terminal. Ellie sighed, drawing one sawed off shotgun and slipped her finger into the trigger guard. She held the weapon high over her head and squeezed.

BOOM

Scattershot ripped from the barrel, smashing the lights and causing panic and pandemonium to increase. The crowd parted slightly, fleeing in the other direction, trampling one another to get away from her.

BOOM!

Another shot rang out and she slipped into the crowd as they screamed and surged, bodies crushing together in mass of sweat flesh and fear. She was moving now, following the flow towards her terminal now.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

[member="Galven Solomon"]

A long way away, indeed on the other side of the galaxy, Valiens Nantaris was training when a slightly confused Raloph Scindia entered.
Deactivating his lightsabre, the Jedi looked quizzically at his friend. “News?”
“A message has come through, Val. Here.”

"Possible allies and hopefully future friends, of organizations with similar passions, and areas of expertise in which I lack in. I seek you out. I wish we could have met on better terms, but I request any aid. My people have heard stories, and I have been contacted by someone who tells me the First Order is attacking their planet. We all know the First Order do not like to leave survivors. I do not ask you to fight for me, I do not ask you to risk your lives. I beseech thee, to aid me in making sure the lives on the planet stay safe. Whatever crimes the First Order are committing, I do not feel the need to stop them, unless killing, or further killing ensues. All I ask is to protect the innocent lives that have nothing to do with the war at hand. This is Galven Solomon, of GOMM, signing out."

Nantaris played the message, looked at the details, frowned.
“Sekalus…rings a bell. First Order…outer rim…oh! The catgirl planet!” he said, shuddering slightly.
“We’re not supposed to call them that,” Scindia corrected.
“Sorry, feminine felines. That’s who’s asking for help?”
“Seemingly. Why us though?”
“Maybe the Coalition’s action at Dromund Kaas has made us the Patron of the Pathetic to everyone. Delete it. It’s too far, and though I oppose fascist imperialism I’m not crossing the galaxy to stop them bomb the…feminine felines.”
“Anything else?”
“Uhh…that ‘entertainer’ on Zeltros has filed papers with the court citing harassment.”
“How was I to know she was actually a queen? Besides, there’s an easy solution, I’m never going back there again.”
“I don’t think they’ll let you,” Scindia said smugly.
“Yes, yes, point made. Now, run along. And if the ewoks call to say the Blue Hawks are attacking them, say I’m at lunch.”

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Ship: The Equinox (plus 2x TIE/FO-EW fighters)
Arms & Equipment: Black Warden Cloak, Primeval Light Armor, Amphistaff, SE-44C Blaster Pistol

The young Pantoran was upside down.

Inverted in the chair, the youngling's dark violet hair hung down toward the floor as his feet were resting along the back of the chair. In his hands, the boy was occupied with a small handheld gaming device. His thumbs darted across the screen as he controlled the interactive game through the use of a glasteel touchpad.

Never let it be said that the Knights of Ren were nothing if not eternally vigilant.

A series of shrill whistles from the astromech at the front of the bridge caught the youth's attention. Tossing the game aside, the boy planted his hands against the deck and casually cartwheeled back to his feet. As he strode over beside the small droid, the readings across the console alerted him to the arrival of several new sensor contacts. Frigates. Cruisers. Nothing that was going to stand up against a star destroyer, but at least now he knew this wasn't going to be another boring escort job.

"Well... this just got interesting," the Pantoran uttered quietly, slipping down into the pilot's seat. He left the flight controls on autopilot for now. He'd wait until there were starfighters inbound to switch to manual.

Even then, he'd maintain escort of the dropships.

[member="Eliza Raxis"] | [member="Abigail Selonna"] | [member="Darth Pikiran"] | [member="Galven Solomon"] | [member="Callisto Scarlett"] | [member="Evangeline Ovmar"]​

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

The dropship was only a few minutes away from the phrik mines and the depot next to it, Arthan could feel it.

The plan was that they would land and load the phrik onto their dropships, then plant beacons at the depot and the nearby phrik mines so that they would be bombarded from orbit when the area was clear of troops.

If only the Disciple was at the front though, he could easily deflect the blaster fire from what minuscule security the mines had with his lightsaber and possibly save more lives than if he was at the back, though their sacrifice would not be in vain.

The next thing Arthan felt was the dropship lowering its landing gear and setting down, the gunner started firing the anti-personnel blaster turret as the ramp began lowering.

The stormtroopers filed out, blasting the security that had bothered to put up a fight, follow by the Disciple. Activating his lightsaber, Arthan deflected a few bolts rather sloppily then used the Force to throw his lightsaber at a guard, impaling him on the plasma blade, before calling it back to his hand.

Three troopers in total had been killed or seriously wounded, some of the others tended to them as the rest mopped up the remaining enemies.

[member="Evangeline Ovmar"] [member="Eliza Raxis"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Kriel Firin"] [member="Callisto Scarlett"] [member="Galven Solomon"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] [member="Darth Pikiran"] [member="Abigail Selonna"]

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Evangeline Ovmar"] Ξ [member="Eliza Raxis"] Ξ [member="Callisto Scarlett"] Ξ[member="Boo Chiyo"] Ξ[member="Arthan Corvax"]

Orbital activity was high, really high. The first order was a menace but now they where making things personal. She may have border line left her roles of the black rose only offering support now meaning she lacked in support herself. Although the long range distress call seemed to have made it out. "Asuna it's time to gather the fighters. Have the ring prime weapons and blast any first order ships that try to enter it's orbit. Also have all civilian hangers locked down. Lets keep them out the way and safe." "Yes lady Swift." She'd push herself away from the desk and make her way to the privet landing pad connected to it. Her freighter is under maintenance leaving only her Gunship. Although for any stragglers who make it though it was perfect. "Maria with me." She would say walking up the ramp of the ship.

Sanya would immediately make her way through to the front and flicking the switches as she sat down. "Asuna mark the stragglers for me and try pin point the locations." As the engine's fired up with a roar it would lift off the metal platform bringing the landing gear up. Without hesitation the ship would begin forward momentum. "Lady swift marking the first one now. Its a drop ship that's already landed at mining village in the Ilet dunes." Her words where spoken fast but clearly understood. "Call all local peace keepers there and have a walker dropped in. But they are not to move in till I'm there. The use of heavy ordinance is approved." "Yes Milady." The ship would swing around making a u turn. The village was one near the outskirts of the dunes but a highly populated area. Sanya won't stand murder of innocent lives. Luckily the first order where not innocent and the only kindness they deserve is execution or capture to stand trial to be locked up for life.

[member="Galven Solomon"] Ξ [member="Abigail Selonna"] Ξ [member="Darth Pikiran"] Ξ [member="Valiens Nantaris"] Ξ [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

As the ship closed in rapidly she'd open up a com link to those who responded to the SOS transmission. "Contacting all friendly crafts. Come in contacting all friendly crafts. I am authorizing ten squads of blade wings to be placed under your commanding officers command. I'm now transmitting the com link codes now. This should automatically mark your vessels as friendly please dvillageistribute this code among your ships." As she sent the coordinates her lack of attention to flying meant she'd passed over the village. Although soon as she looked up and glimpsed at the map she soon swung around to see smoke and small flashes of blaster fire. With reports from Asuna most people have fled but all security personnel have been killed.

She made one more pass but this time weapons where primed. The turrets where first to lock on to the drop ship and to commence a volley of fire at it. As for the rockets Maria had to lock onto them manually so Sanya slowed the speed down by half making it an easier target. It did make easier to lock on and provide more time to shoot so taking some blaster fire wasn't much of a hassle. The split second the bleeping noise started one missile launched. The drop ship was an easy target and a strategical one. Block of the escape the people will become desperate to get away. She soon passed over making a landing at the other side of the village.

Sanya stood from the chair and flicked the switch to lower the ramp. "Asuna give all units a green light." The com stayed quiet for a brief moment. "The Arachnid-At is inbound to your position in the next ninety seconds, but there are no available peace keepers. Droids have been sent with the walker instead." In fairness Sanya couldn't argue it was less lives that would be lost and droids can be replaced.

Units/npc
Maria
X20 SLaM-droids
Arachnid-AT

X10 Blade wings (command has been handed over to [member="Galven Solomon"])

 

[Evangeline Ovmar]

Ovmar's only reaction to the sudden flurry of hyperdrive signals was to raise an eyebrow in mild incredulity. No plan survived contact with the enemy, she knew that, but this was a bit... Odd. Resistance was expected, but what faced her was not.

"I half expect a YT-series piloted by a wookie lobbing a kitchen sink at this point," she commented aloud to no one in particular. "It seems like a mishmash of scrapings from the bottom of the barrel."

"Captain. Comm message incoming. Looks like from the small group of light escorts that first arrived in system. We're seeing comm traffic between the rest here and there, but nothing we can track just yet."

"Excellent," she replied, her arms crossed as she thought a moment, listening to the message sent. "Open comms to the source of the message and get firing solutions on the frigate. I want all guns trained. Looks like they're rolling in with maxed shields and armed weapons despite their comm message."

She waited until she got the thumbs up from her comm officer before speaking.

"Unknown frigate, this is Captain Ovmar of the Coercer-class Star Destroyer, Resolute . Your desire to speak is noted and logged, however your approach with shields up and weapons charged, along with the appearance of multiple unknown ships making headings for this position gives me no choice but to assume hostility. If your urgency is so great, all vessels under your control and allied with your fleet are to power down and come to a full stop. Once done, a shuttle will dock and carry you here to speak. Failure to do so will be considered an act of hostile intent and you will be fired on."

The comm officer cut the connection and Ovmar nodded once.

"Ma'am, the orbital ring has opened fire."

"Full power to shields and order the fleet to stay in formation. Keep weapons trained on that lead frigate. The orbital defenses are a threat, but our shields will hold for now. If that frigate does not power down in one minute, open fire all guns."

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2x Coercer-class Star Destroyers Resolute and Supremacy
1x Resurgent-class Star Destroyer Glorious
2x Consolidator-class Carriers Endeavor and Steadfast

Total Meters: 6,715.81m

[member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Arthan Corvax"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Eliza Raxis"] [member="Abigail Selonna"] [member="Darth Pikiran"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] [member="Galven Solomon"] [member="Callisto Scarlett"] [member="Kriel Firin"]

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Edits made to ship listings due to pending report on Relentless Cruisers because reasons.

 

[Kriel Firin]

The deployment was to a mining facility. It seems the area he’d been assigned to was once ore-rich, but the ore itself had been buried deep. They landed at the sprawling refinery complex that covered a large area but her knew the area to secure was deeper than it was wide. He wasn't exactly sure what was being mined; it didn’t matter. His job was to secure and allow the engineers that followed to take whatever resources they needed. There was chatter amongst the stormtroopers that it was some sort of fuel, vital to First Order fleet operations. Others said it was some kind of ore needed for starship shield generators. One stormtrooper claimed it was Tibanna gas, but he was clearly a fool.

So he strode off the landing ramp of his ship, ready to ‘restore order,’ according to the briefing given by his Master. Beware that insurgents had sabotaged equipment and created dissent and therefore opposition among the miners. The First Order's presence was required to get in, get whatever they needed, and get out.

His was the second team to shuttle in, and ahead he saw troopers standing in deployment formation, three fire-teams of stormtroopers, some cadets and some seasoned veterans. All of them were locked and loaded, carrying grenades, and one of the fire-teams, he saw, had shock staffs and neurocage nets-weapons designed for crowd control, meant to subdue rather than kill.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Galven Solomon"] [member="Callisto Scarlett"] [member="Abigail Selonna"] [member="Kriel Firin"] [member="Arthan Corvax"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Evangeline Ovmar"] [member="Darth Pikiran"] [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

Location: Starport, Luss.

It didn't take-long for Ellie to reach her terminal in the chaos. The crowd now fleeing the direction she wanted carried her away, and the shotgun hung loosely in her grip pointed towards the deck. As she trotted it bounced off her leg and her brow became heavy with sweat. On tired leg's she arrived, and ducked left, shoving a citizen out of her way with a full on strong arm.

He growled and swung, but Ellie flipped the shotgun over, hefting it by the barrel with both hands and locked him upside the head. As the body went down in a crumple she darted, making full speed towards the ramp, arms winging wildly. A shadowy figure stepped out, and she stopped, digging her heels in to skid to a stop.

"Hold up kid."

Chk! The shotgun came up, levelled at him and her fierce brown eyes were behind the sights, letting the man have the business end. He was clad in gray armor, and a single cloak.

"Get out of my way!"

"Relax kid, Jonathan sent us here to brief you. Besides, I saw what you did back there, that things empty."

Ellie blushed, cracking the break action sawed off a bit. Her reward was the empty shell casings spinning back into her face as they ejected with violent force.

"Kark!"

"Hey, worry about that later, the Phrik delivery is loaded. Word is the First Order just touched down outside a mining colony six clicks from here. You gotta get out of here kid."

Ellie felt rage rise in her veins, snapping the shotgun shut and slamming it back into her back sheath.

"Who the hell are these guys? Why is everyone so karking scared of em?"

"Cuz kid, when the First Order comes for something, they come hard. And usually they leave a high body count. These people know that, this whole section of space knows that. Now hurry up."

Ellie didn't need any more convincing. With a beet red face she shoved past the soldier, and into the cargo bay of her old YT-2400, throwing her backpack in the corner.

"Oh hold up. almost forgot this."

He handed her a commlink.

"Contact us when you make it. Fly safe, the Orbital ring just opened up, gonna be mighty hairy trying to break a blockade like that."

"Just get off!" Ellie growled, the last of her patience destroyed by her shredded nerves.

"Fair enough."

He walked off and she hit the ramp button, watching as the chaos was shut out by the hissing door locking into place....

 

[Jeron Verity]

[member="Abigail Selonna"] | [member="Barkt Melan"] | [member="Sanya Val Swift"] | [member="Evelin Redstar"] | [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] | [member="Darth Pikiran"]​

[member="Callisto Scarlett"] | [member="Eliza Raxis"] | [member="Kriel Firin"] | [member="Arthan Corvax"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Evangeline Ovmar"]​

Galven shot up from his chair as he heard all of the communication chatter from those who came in support of him, and it thrilled him. "Open the Comms, men. We have aid! They may be here for profit or personal gain, but at least they find saving innocents worth it!" The men on the bridge applauded, and they sent messages throughout the rest of the ships, even informing the Bloat-classes, but they mostly already knew. "Attention friendly vessels, I greatly appreciate your dedication to saving lives. Take position alongside me, port or starboard. We are--" He was interrupted, "Sir, incoming transmission from the First Order Vessel." When they first warped in, the men were already afraid, Galven was merely stressed. If only he could have trained more and filled more Redeemers. But now that he had this support, he knew he had a chance. Especially if Abigails promise rang true. "Hold on, I have a transmission coming from the First Order." "Officer," Galven alerted to one of his bridge crew members, "Put it on speaker, let the others hear."

"Unknown frigate, this is Captain Ovmar of the Coercer-class Star Destroyer, Resolute . Your desire to speak is noted and logged, however your approach with shields up and weapons charged, along with the appearance of multiple unknown ships making headings for this position gives me no choice but to assume hostility. If your urgency is so great, all vessels under your control and allied with your fleet are to power down and come to a full stop. Once done, a shuttle will dock and carry you here to speak. Failure to do so will be considered an act of hostile intent and you will be fired on."

This didn't unnerve Galven a single bit, he was prepared to take whatever was going to happen. But with this support, he felt like he could take on one of the old Exodus of old. Did he think we would win? He was going to fight for what was right, and that was all he needed. Justice, by his side. "Attention First Order ship. You are ordered to cease your attacks on the planet below. You will take the Phrik you came here for and leave. Our weapons and shields are a warning, but if you want to fight all of us, our friends will surely join the party. If the ground attacks do not cease, we will open fire and land troops. You have three minutes to report back, or choose to open fire now."

As bold as Galven was, he wasn't going to let some First Order lacky put him in a corner. Anyone who are not friends with the First Order, and are not puppets, should always keep their shields raised, that should be a given. But arming weapons, Galven was neither going to take any chances, nor show weakness. If the Republic or Sanctum weren't going to stomach the possibility of shaking the First Order Beehive, Galven would have the confidence to do it for them. The civil squabbles had to stop somewhere, and those who committed crimes of mass murder deserve no trial. If anything would be learned today, the old academy joke that Galven was the target of, would have an entirely new meaning; he would galvanize his friends and foes.

"Send orders to the other vessels, call them to my position and stand beside me. Do not fire until I give the order or the enemy opens up! Let's entice the enemy, make them look at us. I want the fleets beside me but I want to be in the front, lets get someones attention," he continued, getting the Bloats to pull back a shy, and the Redeemer pulled forward. The sublights weren't at full, but she was surely drifting towards the fleet. "Fire a warning shot. This isn't the Republic, we don't wait for the criminal to act first. To retain Order, criminals must be silenced!" Galvens plan was to piss off the easily annoyed First Order, defying their 'rule,' threatening them, using their very arrogance against them, so that they would try and kill him.


1x Redeemer-class Heavy Frigate
2x Bloat-class Armed Corvettes
8x ADT-class Heavy Fighters
10x Blade Wings

Allies
1x Indomitable-class Star Defender
2x Nebulon B7's
3x Watcher-class Corvettes
1x RX-102 Sovereign-class Heavy Cruiser