Dominion [NEO] The Great Taming | [Dominion of Kashyyyk Hex]

[Nelliel Kryze]

MNV-52 'Beviin' Class Space Superiority Fighter

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| Location | Space, Kashyyyk
| Focus | Take out hostiles

Laser fire streaked across the infinite black as their ghostly glow was cast over the canopy of Nel's ship, narrowly missing her as she tugged on her flight stick to put her into a barrel roll, evading several shots while returning fire. An explosion bloomed in the distance as her shots connected, the Mandalorian pilot veering off to the side as her head swiveled around, looking for additional targets.​

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Nel held no love for slavers, but allying with the Trandoshans was the only reasonable route given the Mandalorian's shaky relationships with Wookies due to past factions' actions. She could at least grant the Wookies the honor of dying a good death if they engaged her. She'd grant the same mercy and honor to their evacuation vessels and spare them a life of slavery, but shooting them down was likely to gain the Trandoshans' ire. But perhaps an opportunity may present itself that could easily be waved off as an inevitable outcome.​

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The Mandalorian pilot spotted an enemy fighter tailing one of her fellow pilots, laser fire chasing after them as they desperately weaved left and right to avoid getting shot down. Nel pulled a lever as her wings disengaged their forward position, swiftly rotating her ship before pulling the lever back to re-engage her wings into the forward position to put her ship in its most streamlined attack mode, pressing down on the throttle as her ship blasted off to pursue. Her reticule lined up with the hostile fighter, chiming as she achieved lock. She let a concussion missile fly, chasing after the hostile fighter who tried to bank left and evade, though unsuccessful as the missile slammed into their side and erupt into a ball of flame.​

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Her comms chirped to life as a Mandalorian pilot's voice came through, <"Thanks for the save Switchblade. He was stuck to my ass and I thought I was a goner.">​

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Nel responded, <"Thank me when we've made it out of this alive. Still got plenty of bandits to deal with, so don't go dying on me yet.">​

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<"Copy that Switchblade, I'll buy us a round if we make it out.">​

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She pulled up beside the fighter briefly, looking over as she gave a nod before the two pilots banked in opposite directions. Though she never liked to openly admit it, she did miss Kad's banter as her wingman, so until then she'd have to keep as many of her fellow pilots alive so that someday someone would be able to fill his shoes.​

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Carduul Akahl | Vreegan Fett​

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[Carduul Akahl]

Tags: Vreegan Fett , Nelliel Kryze​

Incoming fire diminished, but never departed fully. Tenacious as ever, those wookies.

“They’re maintaining fire, but it’s far from fully operational.” Intoned the sensors officer.

There was a nod of satisfaction from Carduul, gaze staring hard at the defiant station. He would have to put some stress upon the shields and hull, but he was assured it would be able to handle the damage. He watched as Vreegan Fett 's ship unleashed a hail of missiles, and thought that there was no better opportunity than now. “Very well. We’ll send insurance; a salvo with the Pods will do. Turn about to face forward, and get the lower decks prepared. Divert some power to the second deflector shield once finished. This defense will shatter as others have,” A hand swiped across harshly with the following order; “I want them to realize the full extent of their foolishness. Relay to the fleet to withold further payloads upon the station; we wouldn't want to lose our prize, would we?”

The skirmish line was holding well, but the Shyyyo Heart tribe saw the Kandosii encroaching upon the station. Whatever more ships that could be brought to bear, would no doubt come forward with the impending assault upon the station. Reserve wings were on standby, and he would have to have faith they would be enough when he kicked the hornet’s nest.

A metallic thud of his polearm, “Fire! ”

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• Kandosii aligns front with station, unleashing a salvo of assault concussion missiles from the lower spire of the ship before diverting power to shields.
• Boarding pods are fired at the same time as concussion missiles.
• Fleet ordered to maintain suppressive fire upon the station but withold heavier payloads for sake of capture.

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“Come on, vod! You wanna live forever?!” Called the Rally Master to his squadron. “Get moving!” Motioning the rest of the warriors in. The lower decks were awash with movement - torpedoes were being prepped in, he could hear the loaders maneuver the heavy shells into place. It eased some of his nerves to know the commander of the ship wasn’t deploying pods alone.

Shock-Trooper. That was the role of Tarrex Akahl. He had been on several raids before, but this was the first invasion he was a part of. At last, serving his intended role - a Crusader for their people, fighting for their future. He had aspired for some time to be put on the real frontlines of battle, and he got his wish. Even still, he couldn’t shake those instinctual worries. As if he was going into his first battle all over again, a fresh trainee fostered by the jungles of Dxun.

Boots clambered into 16-man pods. His squadron was prepped, tweaked armor shining as a mark of pride that separated themselves from the fresh recruits that had rapidly swelled their ranks of late. A loud buzzer sounded, and the door behind them closed. There was no going back now.

A sudden fwoosh of air sounded their departure from the vessel that housed them. For a moment, he felt weightless. Then, a lurch shook every warrior in the capsule, followed by a thunk as metal shrieked against metal in protest. Movement halted. The air was eerily still for a few more moments.

Then the pod opened, right into a hallway of the foe. Blaster fire whizzed through the air mere moments later - the first man out was struck square in the chest, but he charged over their crumpled form anyways.

“OYA!” He cried, followed by a resounding “OYA!” from the rest of the boarding party, as his finger pulled on the trigger and didn’t let go. Roars and shouts of war echoed from both sides. Resistance had already set up in the hallways of the station, bringing together whatever makeshift cover and defenses they could manage. Powerful bolts of energy flung sent another warrior flying back from his side, narrowly missing his own form before he ducked into cover.

He unclipped a grenade from his belt, primed it, and threw it over with all his strength. It sailed before landing in the center of the blockade - earning growls and roars of exclamation from the opposition before it went off in a blooming explosion. They were told to secure the station by any means necessary, and by Ha’rangir, he would do so. He peeked out of cover again, narrowly avoiding another bolt as he returned fire to the remainder of defenders in the hallway. A few more bolts to the chest, and the next wookie was down.

“We landed in the lower decks, so we’ll carve our way to the command deck!” Decreed his Rally Master, gesturing to the squadron amidst remaining fire. “Our fury will not abate!”

 

[Armel]

Lower Kachiro, Kashyyk

Armel watched through the sights as the Alor of clan Dryggo ripped across the sky. What followed was a tense few moments as the anti-tank gun fire stopped and then a bright flash in the distance. The comm unit rippled to life with Sig's voice.

<"This is Dryggo: keep pushing forward!">

That was their cue.

"Gun's down boys we're in the clear. We got to push up to Dryggo." he said with a grin under his helmet. As the tank lurched forward he felt his left leg bouncing incessantly. The adrenaline of a close call still surged through him.

"Ya know, back on Er'kit I killed a few folks." he said speaking to his loader. "For money of course, only business on the planet. I thought I was hot shit back then."

"Who we were doesn't matter, we're Crusaders now." his loader Veel said, his tone was almost solemn.

"Oh na, I don't got any regrets." he said while pulling his helmet off. He wiped his brow with his gauntleted hand and turned to the Zabrak "Running around the dark playing hitman ain't got nothing on this!" he said with a big toothy grin.

Shuk'orok was at the vanguard of the main force in the lower cities, blasting away at the stubborn Wookie defenders. Armel watched through the sights as he fired another round which directly impacted a Wookie, leaving nothing but pink mist where the giant being once stood. As they neared the giant platform that the Anti-tank gun Armel spoke into the comms.

<"Dryggo this is Shuk'orok, we've reached the anti-tank gun position, what's next for us?"> The neophyte's voice dripped with hunger. But in their excitement the action found them and Armel would soon learn a precious lesson about over-extending. Another ambush was sprung as a dozen wookie defenders emerged from around the tank. With concussion launchers they began bombarding the tank. Armel felt the tank dipped as the left repulsorlifts were damaged.

"How did they get their?! Where the hell's our infantry?!" he barked.

Vreel was peeking out the loaders viewports and he turned back to Armel. "There's only half a dozen of our Vod out there. We left the damn Rodians behind. Most of them are back there still looting." Armel grabbed the viewport and looked into the distance through it and watched as a few Mandalorians were pushing the Rodians forward. A lot of them had seemingly began adorning themselves with trophies and weapons from their fallen foes. They made for excellent marksmen but their discipline had left something to be desired.

They were on their own for now and so Armel slew his turret left and fired a HE round at near point blank range at a group of Wookies all the while ever blaster attached to the tank began opening up.

<"Scartch that Dryggo we're pinned here but we should be able to handle them."> he said into the radio and fired another HE round which sent a hail of wood splinters that peppered everything nearby. At least he hoped they could handle them.

Sig Dryggo | Open​

 

[Vreegan Fett]

Carduul Akahl Nelliel Kryze

Vreegan displayed an impassive demeanor as the missile assault struck the orbital station, disabling multiple turbolaser batteries that were targeting the Mandalorian Fleet. These events enabled the Crusaders the opportunity to conduct a thorough offensive on the lower decks, with the primary goal of capturing the command bridge and shutting down any communication with the wider galaxy in the event they called for reinforcements.

Once this location had been secured, the Wookiee Resistance would be compelled to surrender, thereby preserving lives that would be essential for the Crusade's future operations against other planets in in anticipation of a larger confrontation with the Alliance.

"Field Marshal Fett, we have a communication from Rally Master Akahl." a voice came from down below at one of the terminals.

"Proceed and make it quick, so that we may focus on the battle ahead of us." He observed the incoming transmissions on the tactical screen, which conveyed a straightforward directive: to refrain from any additional attacks that could further compromise the station. He raised an armored hand to his chin plate, contemplating for a brief moment while relishing the tumultuous atmosphere of the battlefield.

Cannons thundered against the hull, and point-defense systems effectively countered enemy starfighter attacks, aided by Nelliel Kryze . The station was expected to house seasoned Wookiee Warriors, who would prove to be a formidable counterpart to the Rally Master's Squadrons deployed on board, as they excelled in close-quarters combat and the station provided minimal opportunities for extensive maneuvering.

"Keep me informed of their progress, on board the station and monitor the holonet for any alliance signatures." His voice emerged from behind the helmet. The Alliance Fleet often resorted to deploying substantial battlecruisers to breach enemy formations, making them easily identifiable should they intend to intervene at the last moment.

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The Turbolaser Batteries were swiftly dismantled from their mounts by the combined firepower of the Kyramud battleship, the Kal Kote, and the Kandosii.

This destruction cleared the path for the Mandalorian assault on the orbital station, while smaller anti-starfighter point defense lasers futilely attempted to intercept the approaching pods.

They succeeded in destroying several of them by sending them plummeting into the atmosphere of Kashyyyk with a well-timed shot.

However, a significant number of boarding pods successfully landed, penetrating the lower levels where the hangars were situated.

This enabled the Mandalorians to secure a foothold on the station, facilitating subsequent attacks aimed at eliminating the defenders.

<< Intruders on the Station, Brothers fight for Kashyyyk !!!!! >> Commander Barocca pounded his chest with a forceful thump as he bellowed into the command console, the blaring alarms resonating throughout the station and signaling the security team to respond to an incursion.

The station shook from the heavy fighting on board as explosions rocked the lower decks, though the Wookiee Warriors would not be deterred using their powerful bowcasters, thermal imploders, and Ryyk blades to engage in blaster v blaster, and blade v blade in the small corridors, trying to push back Carduul Akahl .