Oderint Dum Metuant | The First Order Invasion of Galactic Alliance held Mustafar Hex (Fleeting Thre

[Djorn Bline]

Location: The Malice
Allies: Galactic Alliance ([member="Spark Finn"] [member="Adder"] [member="Jorg"] [member="Raph Thule"])
Enemies: Imperials ([member="Jaina Ventor"])
Objective: D-fence
Gear: Here

Cloaked hostiles? That would really complicate things for the boarding party as they had nothing to counter against that level of technology. The only option that they had was to wait for the enemy to unveil their positions so that they had a general idea of their position to use grenades and the likes. Which they did, and it all came from the turbolift that they had came out of. While the clone's blaster components of his rifle would be useless due to the anti-blaster aerosol grenades of the marines, there was one thing from the weapon that wouldn't be dulled out by the aersol and that was the anti-armor grenade launcher.

The one aspect that made the DC-17m his personal favorite.

But before he could launch a round the atmosphere began to vent out and the artificial gravity wasn't normal. Troopers around him were caught off balanced and pulled into the direction of the vent's current. This also happened to Canal, but he was able to recover after using his grappling hook on a nearby wall and pulling himself to the surface of the wall so he could use his mag boots.

"Don't break ranks, dammit," he yelled in the comms that he and the defensive team shared. Of course there were some that survived and others that were unlucky and were swept out into the void of space. "Fetch," he said as he unloaded a round from his DC to the turbolift and then switching back to its blaster rifle mode so that he could focus on the wave of Stormtroopers that were marching his way.

 

[Adder]

Location: FIV Malice
Objective: Take over the ship
Allies: [member="Raph Thule"] | [member="Canal"] | [member="Marcus Collier"] | [member="Jorg"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Ahkmahd Veil"]
Enemies: [member="Jaina Ventor"] | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

Aaaand there went gravity.

Adder cursed and activated her magboots, landing on the wall just in time to feel the whole vessel shake. “Shet!” Eyes wide through her vac mask, she glanced over at the squad leader. “Was that us?” The flagship shook again, tremors travelling down its infrastructure like the distant steps of a giant. Or, you know, lots of missiles exploding against the hull. “That wasn’t us.”

With each hit it got louder, rattling the corridors and everyone in them. On the other side of the blast door she could hear chaotic screaming, the heavy thuds of armored bodies being shoved around like ragdolls.

Jorg and the other SpaceOps were firmly rooted with their own magboots. While the development was jarring, these guys were trained specifically for dealing with the oddities of space. Nobody’s feathers were particularly ruffled, except maybe for the pilot.

Frakking war.

While the Captain stabilized the Forcer girl – who was wearing trainers, no shet – Adder finished helping Doug reroute the circuits in the blast door panel. With some aggression and the good ‘ole ‘hit it with the hydrospanner until it works’ tactics, they managed to get it open and slip into the corridor on the other side.

This one was mostly empty, save for a few stormies that were trying to swim through empty air (and failing quite spectacularly). Adder quickly brought the heavy blaster to bear, disabling them with precise bodyshots.

The Malice continued to rumble under the joint assault of friendly and Alliance fire, troopers knocked about every which way. It was through this pandemonium of glitching communications and confusion that they slipped through, nimble and fast. With directions from the bespectacled space mage, the boarding party were off towards Engineering.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Asmeru system
Objective: Prevent the GA fleet from being outflanked
Allies: [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Agenor Dyre"] [member="Alexandra Morrow"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Canal"] [member="Adder"] [member="Raph Thule"] [member="Jorg"]
Enemies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Aermoira Cyone"] [member="Gromm Cardan"]
Directly engaging: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Aran Piett"] [member="Aermoira Cyone"] [member="M33P"] [member="BB-10R2"]
Music: French theme (Cossacks II)

"That's... puzzling"

"What is it, admiral?"

"Something's not right, Julie: the lag between the moment where battle meditation is deployed and the moment it kicks in an enemy is supposed to be much faster than that. It's entirely possible that the enemy just froze in place for strategic reasons"

"If TG62 survives this volley, then I shall activate battle meditation again"

"Admiral, Marshal Voidstalker has left the system"

"Poodoo... what's Commodore Helium's status regarding medvac?"

"Her medvac unit is at full capacity, admiral"

"K-Wing squadrons, concentrate on the Palleon and the Daala; D-Wing squadrons, fire on the Victoria and Sor Yusan!"

With the enemy freezing in place, despite not having lost ships per se, the fighter forces are turning around to engage [member="Aermoira Cyone"], now closing in on Therapy Command after using the anomaly to slingshot forward. Even so, what Aermoira previously managed to fire from that range did little more than suppressive fire that did not do much beyond preventing the shields from recharging. Gromm Cardan having somehow not only ceased fire, his ships also disappeared from sensor displays, and the same happened with General Teigra. However, there is one thing that changed: the Darr Itah is now back on the sensors. Apparently it is being boarded and there is now an opening in the Malice's shields, that she decides to capitalize on. However, how would Commodore Vayyrel, the commanding officer of the enemy flagship, actually deal with that, remains to be seen. With that said, the objective has shifted from destroying the enemy Darr Itah to capturing it. Also, because the enemy was closing in, it was wiser to attack the enemy located at shorter range than to press on to the enemies at longer range.

"Attention all Alliance forces, this is Therapist Actual: fire all long-ranged ion fire you can at the opening in the Malice's shields!" she told both [member="Alexandra Morrow"] and [member="Bryce Bantam"] over the joint command channel.

"Admiral, what about our other weapons? The main targets have disappeared from our sensor displays!" the captain of the Lothal reported.

"Lothal, Aleen, fire the MIRVs at the Remote, while the remaining weapons will be turned on the Palleon and Daala; cluster missiles, fire on the Constellation's engine room! All other missiles, fire on the heavy frigates!"

"Now that they are at a close enough range, we can rain poodoo on them: trench batteries, fire on the picket corvettes, port dorsal battery, concentrate your fire on the Mau, starboard dorsal battery, concentrate your fire on the Pasko, hypervelocity cannons, fire on the Aigle" Carmen told the gunners on the carrier.

"Escort frigates, fire on the enemy picket corvettes: Tax Return, open fire on the Constellation's engine room; Vengeance for Kaeshana, use your turreted fire on the Daala, Chandrila Hostages, use your turreted fire on the Palleon!"

With the same volume of turbolaser shots being directed at the picket corvettes, this time from a closer range, there ought to be a few hits scored with 350 turbolaser shots being fired at them, even though some of them may hit other ships. With that said, each Noble fired forty turbolaser shots, fifty heavy ion cannon shots at their assigned heavy frigate. Meanwhile, even though missile fire was more or less meant as a distraction for the fighters to move in, some may still hit their intended targets. Nevertheless, the escorts assigned to the two enemy shuttles that just crashed inside the hangar bay still managed to hit and down a few fighters before the dropship carrying [member="M33P"] and [member="BB-10R2"] actually managed to disgorge its complement of stormtroopers. However, this means that the ability to refuel and rearm fighters is going to be severely limited because the Hero of Coruscant could no longer perform that duty: it was too dangerous to refuel and rearm fighters when enemy boarding parties were entering the ship through that opening.

"The hangar bay has been secured" the security officer reported.

"I expected as much: most enemies that attempt to bord a Mateus will aim for the hangar bay first, especially when they attempt to do so without having created other breaches in the hull beforehand"

"Check whether security has been compromised in another way"

"Computer security, protect the computer systems: we must prevent any possible intrusions" Carmen ordered the security crew.

"Roger, roger"

Spoiler: Therapy Command

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier): 2000m heavy shield damage
ANS Vengeance for Kaeshana (Noble-class heavy cruiser): 1000m
ANS Chandrila Hostages (Noble-class heavy cruiser): 1000m
ANS Lothal (Lothal-class artillery cruiser): 762m
ANS Aleen (Lothal-class artillery cruiser): 762m
ANS Tax Return (Relentless-class assault frigate): 470m
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7): 300m
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7): 300m

Attack craft (deployed):

157 T-70 X-Wings
40 D-Wings
24 BTL-S8 K-Wings

Spoiler: Summary of actions

• Used nearly all my missiles to distract enemy point-defense (and perhaps score a few hits)
• Launched attack runs on selected enemy ships
• Had both Lothals fire their long-ranged ion firepower on the Malice (108 turbolasers)
• Had the MIRVs directed on the Remote
• Engaged TG62 at shorter range
• Had the Nobles fire long-range weapons on the Subjugator (820 turbolasers)

 

[Bryce Bantam]

ORC Assistance fleet - Hellburners
Location: Dead space, or in system
Destination: Asmeru
Allies: [member="Raph Thule"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Jorg"] (GA ALLIES!)
Enemies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Gromm Cardan"] | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Aermoira Cyone"] | [member="Suravi Teigra"]

X <-- She got me ...

The FO picket commander [member="Aran Piett"] was doing everything he could given the situation and Bryce could see that. The vortex was seeming to have an unexpected side effect on the combine FO and IR fleet as they seemed to be losing cohesion in the turmoil. With only a few pickets able to move and act around the disabled FIV Malice Bryce watched as all of the guns of the FIV Subjugator Victory-X Class Heavy Cruiser and FIV Remote Empire Class Heavy Frigate focused and fired on the three fire ship barring down on them. As one could expect the 3 medium freighters didn't stand a chance against such withering fire. As the hail of turbo laser and ion cannon began to rain down on them their shields were quickly over loaded. With such unstable cargo contained within them detonated early sending 10 KM shock waves of Ion wash in all directions far short of their targets.

This plan worked but it came at a steep costs, as all attention had gone to stop the flank attack the frontal assault had all but been ignored. As the FIV Remote moved into position to screen the FIV Subjugator, the remote in doing so threw itself head long into the ANS Defiant – Strike Class Corvette that was being pushed at the FO fleet. As the two ships collided at break neck speeds for two such capital ships the CNS "The News" | GR - 105 and CNS "Believe in love" | GR - 105 released their tow beams flew over the impact towards the Malice acting to screen Fodder 10 and 11 from the guns of the pickets as they flew over and into the Grand Battle Cruiser that was now shield less and without weapon control. As the struck, from from the boarding parties of the Alliance, the explosions of the fire ships clouded the sensor readings Bryce ordered all remaining ships into the system, refueled fighters to launch and to begin their attack runs.

"To all ships I'm sending final orders now, begin your runs and lets help the GA take this fether down!"

Actions

Spoiler

All ships are system in

"Power of love" "Back in Time" "New Drug" have are jumping back into system to deep space and will be ready to fire next turn.

"Hewy Lewis" is far behind beyond extreme long range acting as a carrier. - and all "Hewy Lewis" attack craft have been relaunched and will attack the FIV Malace

Fodder one is moving up and into the void

Fodder two is making a kamikaze run at the IRV Relic in an attempt to disable it and allow other forces to make better use of their attacks. (Still)

Fodder 7,8 and 9 were destroyed by the combine attack of the FIV Subjugator and FIV Remote

"The news", "All for love" crashed broken hull of the Defiant into FIV Remote, pushing it into the vortex "up stream" looking to use it as a battering ram - They then screened as fodder 10 and 11 struck shield less FIV Malace (Location and affect to be decided by defender but it will be away from boarding parties)

Fodder 6,12, and 13 have entered system and are flying behind CNS "Believe in love" | GR - 105 and CNS "Heart and Soul" | GR - 105. Which are acting as pickets for the fire ships that will be entering the vortex on another flank attack run.

(All ships not in vortex are have hyper-drives read to jump put again if need)

Fleet

Spoiler

Fleet:
CNS "Hewy Lewis" | Peregrine class armed freighter | 400m | All Good - In system
CNS "Power of love" | GR - 125 M1 | 200m | Shields down - Minor hull damage Deep space north
CNS "Back in Time" | GR - 125 M1 | 200m |Shields failing - Deep space north
CNS "New Drug" | GR - 125 M1 | 200m | Shields failing - Deep space north
CNS "The News" | GR - 105 | 120m | All Good - In system
CNS "Believe in love" | GR - 105 | 120m | All Good - In system
CNS "All for my baby" | GR - 105 | 120m | All Good - In system
CNS "Heart and Soul" | GR - 105 | 120m | All Good - In system
CNS "Stuck on you" | GR - 105 | 120m | All Good - - Removed from campaign for new player
CNS Fodder 1 | GR - 75 | 90m | All Good - In system
CNS Fodder 2 | GR - 75 | 90m | All Good - In system
CNS Fodder 3 | GR - 75 | 90m | All Good - Removed from campaign for new player
CNS Fodder 4 | GR - 75 | 90m | All Good - Removed from campaign for new player
CNS Fodder 5 | GR - 75 | 90m | All Good - Removed from campaign for new player
CNS Fodder 6 | GR - 75 | 90m | All Good - In system
CNS Fodder 7 | GR - 75 | 90m | Destroyed
CNS Fodder 8 | GR - 75 | 90m | Destroyed
CNS Fodder 9 | GR - 75 | 90m | Destroyed
CNS Fodder 10 | GR - 75 | 90m | Destroyed
CNS Fodder 11 | GR - 75 | 90m | Destroyed
CNS Fodder 12 | GR - 75 | 90m | All Good - In system
CNS Fodder 13 | GR - 75 | 90m | All Good - In system

Attack craft :
Hewy Lewis
36x 30x Modified E-25
12x 10x BTL-Q3 Longshot - Armed with Ion bombs
10x 9x Incom RebelX

Carried by GR - 105's
48x Death Wish Fighters
12x BTL-Q3 Longshot - Armed with Ion bombs

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[SIZE=11pt]LOCATION: Approaching Peregrine-class Armed Freighter ‘Hewy Lewis’ ([member="Bryce Bantam"])[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]COPILOT: [member="Laira Vereen"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The little interceptor twisted its way through the dogfight with a sort of manic freedom, to the soundtrack of Laira talking. Jorus had done well enough on Barkhesh flying a Y-wing into scrap, but that had been atmospheric flight with a Koensayr brick. Now, his light cannons scored a kill, then another, as he chewed into the TIE screen. This ship, this beautiful little interceptor, could dance in zero-gee like nobody’s business. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Unfortunately, it was also made of tinfoil.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Watch out. Binge and purge incoming.” He hauled back on the stick and then slammed it forward, arcing the interceptor up and down again with stomach-twisting rapidity. The maneuver wasn’t quick enough to evade a cannon blast that ripped off a quarter of his starboard wing. He spun and accelerated away from the fight. Flying like this was asking to die.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He set his sights on a familiar spaceframe quite a distance away, though the interceptor’s impressive engines would cut that distance in short order. “Freighter ‘Hewy Lewis,’ this is Jorus Merrill. I’m coming in with a broken wing. Not a figure of speech. You got space for me?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“General Merrill, this is Crew Chief Advokan aboard the ‘Hewy Lewis.’ We’ve got nothin’ but space, sir. Come on in.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Thanks very much.” Jorus toggled the comm and leaned back in his seat, keeping an eye on his rear sensor screens. “I think,” he said, “we might be done. Thanks, kid.”[/SIZE]

 

[Ria Misrani]

​

Location: Anomaly, Asemru​

Objective: Slingshot and fire upon the enemy​

Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | @Gromm Carden | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | @Suravi Teigra | [member="Aran Piett"]​

Enemies: [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Alexandra Morrow"] ​

​

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[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vL9mYx5fwSI[/media]​

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Task Group 62 moved out of position from the safety of General Teigra's envelope and just as they did so the task group felt the turbolaser fire from Therapy Command but pressed onward toward the anomaly. "Gravimetric distortions increasing," Ensign Quentin remarked, "adjusting shields to compensate." The Constellation shuttered from the barrage of turbolaser fire, but she still led the way. One by one they headed for the vortex and the Constellation groaned in reply she was not happy about this at all, Valasquez at the helm kept her angled so that she could use her ion engine to power her way out of this - if they would even get the chance.

"I just want to you let you know that this is completely insane," Valasquez voiced her opinion loudly, "and if I die here I'm going to make this place the next Red Nebula and steal every karkin' ship that comes this way."

Aermoira could only chuckle, "duly noted Valasquez, Choi - where are we on our forward weapons?"

"Working on it, but they don't turn nearly as fast as we do!" Choi shouted as he tried to get the guns to turn but they were limited in their firing arc.

"We need to get in a little lower and turn up, we want our guns facing Admiral Thuku as we come around." Aermoira directed as she watched on the viewport as the blue and yellows of the vortex grew closer and the ship shook, shuddered and made ungodly noises. She swore it would tear apart now, and as Admiral Thuku continued her firing arc. Rising from the command seat she headed for the engineering station. "We're holding, Quentin I need a status on General Teigra's position."

"She's moving closer, they're going for it!"

Commander Cyone sighed with some manner of relief as she watched General [member="Suravi Teigra"]'s fleet, led by White Base go for Admiral [member="Cathul Thuku"], but all the commander could do now was hold on. "Hull still holding, what about our shields?"

"Down to 78-" He was interrupted by more turbolaser fire from Thuku, "make that 67%."

Analysing the situation she began to revert power, "moving power from weapons to auxiliary systems, we need to hold on. Valasquez take us in!"

Outwardly this must have seemed to be completely insane, an entire First Order Naval Task Group inside the anomaly the ships were shuttering, hulls holding together but barely as the gravimetric distortions threatened to tear them apart. Led by the FIV Constellation they began to ride just on the edge, rear of the ships facing down angled just so the front of the vessels could move out of it. "Sor Yusan and Victoria report shield down to 12%."

"Transferring shield strength, we need to get closer together," she ordered and got back on the line of the encrypted channel, "all ships try and maintain less than eight kilos distance, initiate shield transfer ships to the weaker vessels we have to hold." And as the Task Group came about, they could see in their sights Admiral Thuku's vessels and that of General Teigra's. Each one could see the former Republic Navy taking aim and firing. Meanwhile, the FIV Constellation hummed to life, "rerouting spare auxiliary to shields, and on my mark we'll need to gun it out of the anomaly but we'll need to do so together."

The moments passed, and all one could see were the blurs of blue, yellow, white and the hues of grey and black as the First Order task group fought hard to maintain control of their vessels. Asmeru's anomaly threatened to claim them all visibly each ship shook, resisting the pull of the vortex. The stars around them made space seem much more like an ocean and as the task group came around the order was given, "NOW!"

And then one by one they emerged from the vortex, shield transfers between each one - the hue of light blue surrounding them. New coordinates placed Task Group 62 well within range of Admiral Thuku. "FIRE EVERYTHING!" Aermoira shouted just as soon everyone was able to get themselves together.

Fleet

Spoiler

x1 Conyers Science Frigate (370m)

• FIV Constellation 10/8/270

x2 Empire Heavy Frigate (500m)

• FIV Palleon 17/13/410
• FIV Daala 17/13/410

x3 Mukhtiar Corvette (171m)

• FIV Mau 7/12/98
• FIV Pasko 7/12/98
• FIV Aigle 7/12/98

x2 Fortan Heavy Corvette (200m)

• FIV Victoria 16/14/140
• FIV Sor Yusan 16/14/140

x6 Bolt Picket Corvette (60m)

• FIV Dart 6/5/42
• FIV Rapid 6/5/42
• FIV Thresher 6/5/42
• FIV Wahoo 6/5/42
• FIV Seawolf 6/5/42
• FIV Keystone 6/5/42

Actions

Spoiler

Took damage from Thuku
Took damage from Anomaly
Firing at Thuku's smaller craft

 

[Jorus Merrill]

"General on the bridge."

The bridge crew of the ORC Peregrine-class freighter 'Hewy Lewis' came to somewhat confused attention. Half of them were old Undergrounders. A few anecdotes and command codes and a call to Bantam's people made it clear that, yeah, the kid was Jorus Merrill, who'd helped design and build this ship.

At that point, confusion shifted to relief, at least in part. The fight wasn't going too well, it seemed. Oh, the First Order might not be accomplishing much here at Asmeru, but they'd accomplished one thing for sure: they'd occupied the bulk of the available GADF ships in the region. Word was coming in that a fleet had moved in elsewhere, and the fight on Mustafar was becoming messy. A fluid situation like this required moment-to-moment prudence.

Damaged ORC and GADF small craft limped toward safety, and the Peregrine surged to intercept. Its tractor beams and cavernous hangar bays began scooping up fighters, shuttles, and ejection seats all along the fringes of the battlefront. A Peregrine could dance like a Corellian light transport. Jorus, at the helm, stayed ahead of enemy fire and interception with ease.

The Peregrine had room for other things as well. Slapdash emergency runs reeled in large chunks of small ships, when sensors registered a few lifesigns inside. Tractor/pressors and precise flying out those hulks in the Peregrine's rear hangar space, out of the way of the returning small craft. [member="Bryce Bantam"] might get some use out of the salvage, apart from the lives saved.

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

LOCATION: FIV Malice
OBJECTIVE: Re-organize the Fleet, deal with boarders.
ALLIES: [member="Jaina Ventor"]
ENEMIES: [member="Raph Thule"] | [member="Canal"] | [member="Jorg"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Marcus Collier"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eLVM6Aa3ik8

Almost as if by unspoken agreement, the battle ended. It was not so immediate as that of course, but gradually both sides began to rein in their extended lines and withdraw back towards the edges of the anomaly where they'd entered. There was no ground to claim or clear objective to seize, and from a purely tactical viewpoint it was hard to tell who was the victor and who the loser.
But once you pulled back the veil and took a larger view the end result became much more clear. The sweeping thrust had succeeded, and Alliance forces were withdrawing in disarray across the sector. The Battle of Asmeru, inconclusive and bloody, had succeeded in its main goal. The Mustafar Offensive couldn't be termed an overwhelming victory, Alliance forces had been dug in and fought with admirable resilience across the sector, but it was a victory nonetheless.

CIC on the Malice was a hive of activity, with personnel coordinating damage control efforts, fleet coordination, and combat search and rescue operations. Cyrus himself was busy skimming the various reports now flowing in from across the sector. He had been unusually detached from the battle itself, focusing on the bigger picture, and was unpleasantly surprised by news that there was still at least one small engagement in Asmeru still ongoing.

"Boarders? A strike party I assume, what did they hope to achieve?"

"They seem to be trying to take the ship. Commander Gyren attempted to eliminate rather than contain and has thus far failed. The boarders have split into two groups, one remains fortified in a Security Room, a second appears to be making their way to Engineering."

"Not reactor? Surely they don't imagine they can take the ship."

Vayrell just shrugged.

"Very well. Have all assault forces withdraw and execute containment procedures. Lockdown the ship in the appropriate sections. Pull all non-essential crew off their stations and have them report to the nearest armory. Have a company of Helldivers routed to each location and put on standby to stage an assault. Commander Gyren will meet me at the Central Arsenal."

"One last thing sir, a unit of Shadowtroopers was also involved in the counter-attack. Their commander was the one who gave the order to vent atmosphere and cut gravity."

Cyrus nodded, considering. That had likely caused some friendly casualties, but as far as assaulting a fixed position on a ship went, it was more or less the by-the-book way of doing it. At least there was someone thinking on their toes. Much of the situation thus far made no sense. Boarding was a very subjective action, extraordinarily difficult for the attackers and typically conducted by a larger ship against a smaller one with a specific objective in mind. Strike parties against larger ships could work, but needed to be carefully orchestrated and with a clear extraction plan. Seizing the turret controls of a few batteries without any mechanism to calibrate fire control solutions wasn't exactly the sort of thing you risked special forces teams on.

"Fine, they can stay on scene or head to the Arsenal as well. You have the deck, Commodore."

He departed immediately, a small bodyguard of four Helldivers quickly forming up around him. It was a quick walk to the Arsenal, where several hundred crew had already gathered in neat lines to receive arms and armor. Most seemed pensive or bored, a mood that was shattered by his approach. They parted like waves around him as he entered the Arsenal without a word.

A full display had been brought up, clearing displaying a section of the massive ship in a 3-d holoimage with the positions of the boarding teams clearly marked and all friendly forces in a rough cordon around them. Cyrus gave the view a quick once-over to make sure all possible exits were being watched, after all he probably knew the layout of the Darr Itah-class better than anyone. With a curt nod he marked his approval, then paused to consider his best course of action.

By now the boarders would have noticed two things. The first was the abrupt restoration of atmosphere and gravity. The second was the the indication of lockdown. All lights in the effected areas would turn off (with no emergency lighting activating) and all doors, hatches, scuttles, and ladders sealing almost immediately. All services were shut down too, except automated fire suppression systems, one would not be able to so much as get a call out. The third thing was the sudden lack of any incoming attacks. On the other side of doors they might hear personnel withdrawing (before that section too became locked down), but if they wanted to make any further progress they would now find themselves in the position of being the ones attacking a defended position.

The decision now was what to do. The shooting between the two fleets had mostly stopped, besides a few desultory long-range exchanges, and as far as Cyrus was concerned further loss of life and equipment was just wasteful. Whatever goal the boarding party had attempted to achieve, even given the tactical dubiousness of boarding a larger vessel, it wouldn't amount to much now, but they were still likely to defend themselves quite effectively.

For now he was willing to wait and see.

Spoiler

With the end of the invasion I sort of stopped tracking anything related to this thread. So, sorry for the delay. My bad, lets wrap this up on a good note, eh?

 

[Spark Finn]

Location: FIV Malice
Allies: [member="Adder"] [member="Canal"] [member="Jorg"] [member="Raph Thule"] [member="Marcus Collier"]
Enemies: #FO [member="Jaina Ventor"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

And like a flip of a credchit, the tides of battle changed. Converse-clad feet landed with a solid thump on the deck plating as artificial gravity and atmosphere returned. She nearly landed on the #hipster pilot's shoulders.

The technopath's mind knew instinctively where to go on the ship. Thin-lips thinned. But it was too late for any of that, even with the Order's own enemy ships firing upon itself.

Lights went off and doors sealed. The helmet lights cast bulbous glows within the seemingly abandoned corridor their little party was in, near engineering. The gangly-blonde had the capacity to wipe out everyone on this ship and potentially, destroy the ship itself. But she'd never waste so many lives, even the enemy.

"We need to evacuate," she said quietly.

#runaway

Mind reached forward, beyond the enemies waiting at the doors and toward the hangars. If they made it, they might be able to get a ship or escape pod. Finn didn't really feel like being captured again.

#Embarrassing

 

[Sal Katarn]

Location: FIV Malice
Enemy: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Jaina Ventor"]
Allies: [member="Tahira Solo"] | [member="Jorg"] | [member="Adder"] | [member="Canal"]

Atmo vents all around me and I mutter a curse. Someone yells a battle cry invoking the name of the Alliance, which is whipped away almost immediately by the howl of outrushing atmosphere, but I do not see an IFF.

I activate my mag boots and stick fast to the deck to avoid getting sucked out by the decompression. The other marines know to do the same. We are trained for exactly these sort of situations.

I sling the carbine over my shoulder and unholster my sidearm. The blaster pistol works just as well in vacuum. The carbine not so much.

Using a bulkhead protrusion for cover, I open fire down the hall at the shapes ghosting toward our position.

"Multiple contacts. Hostile resistance increasing."